At the end of the night chapter, the glimmer of the morning gradually shimmered. After the darkness swallowed up the secret, it even framed a feigned light, and that touch of brightness was far from being as flawless as it was displayed in front of him.

In the master bedroom of the He Mansion, Mrs. He was already clear and sober, she was lying next to the collapse, her legs and feet were a little sore. The first moment she opened and closed her eyes, she focused her gaze directly on the man lying on the ground.

"Master, it's dawning, the concubine will give you another dress." Mrs. He muttered to herself, and gradually moved the person on the bed. She was afraid that he would have different opinions about dress, so she showed the clothes, shoes and socks he wore on weekdays one by one, and chose them at will.

A dead man has no heartbeat and no pulse, so how can he talk about such a thing as choosing clothes? Mrs. He knew that the man would not answer, but she was still deceiving herself and blinding her heart.

She raised her shirt on her left, then shook her head, and looked at her right.

"Well, the master's vision is still better than that of the concubine, and the clothes you choose are more beautiful and handsome." As soon as the words fell, Mrs. He stretched out her hand and took her wide clothes with her.

When her eyes fixed on the deep scar on his heart, Mrs. He deliberately chose to avoid it, this matter was not something she wanted to think about.

The wound on the heart was already a dark color, but the blood did not appear much. It's also strange to say, even if the blood stains of others are condensed, shouldn't they be red or vermilion?

After Mrs. He changed his clothes, her heart became much clearer.

She saw Master He leaning on the side of the bed as usual, but she only thought that he was asleep.

"Master, in order to make you healthier, I'm afraid the concubine will have to use some other methods." "Don't worry, this method is not torturous." Mrs. He read softly, as if she wanted to comfort Master He.

Even if you are dead, tormented and tormented in pain, how far can you go? Mrs. He's words at this moment have no substantive reason to correct.

Mrs. He took out a wooden bamboo tube from her pocket. Judging by the color of the bamboo tube, it should be the inheritance of the previous years. Mrs. He first placed the bamboo tube horizontally, and then recited incantation-like words to supplement it.

After reciting the incantation no less than five times, a strange state occurred in the bamboo tube. Inside the bamboo tube. A creeping insect that resembles a black blood poison egg is slowly moving out. Although it is exquisite, the tentacles all over it still make people shiver.

Mrs. He's expression was calm, and she even reached out and gently stroked the tentacles of the thing.

"Go ahead, my lord admires you too." Mrs. He took her hand and brought it close to He Situ's ear. The little bug-like thing knows it. It didn't hesitate, and went along in the blink of an eye.

It rushed into He Situ's cochlea very hungrily, so tightly fitting that it seemed to regard it as a cave nest that could be lived in for a long time. Mrs. He saw it with her own eyes, and even stretched out her fingertips to urge it inward.

The insect had already buried itself in it, and it sucked its fangs back and forth, as if tasting some kind of food.

"Sir, it seems that you are very pleasing to him." When Mrs. He saw such a terrifying picture, she was full of smiles, without a trace of fear. The insects sucked for a moment. It began to change color gradually, from the original black-red color to a lighter one.

"Master, you can feel better, and when you wait for a stick of incense, your complexion will improve." Mrs. He saw the color change of the insects, and she showed her joy without concealing it.

It is said to be a secret technique, but in fact, it is still a witchcraft that is rarely used by the ancestors. This insect is called "Radiant Blood Melting Worm", and its usefulness is as its name suggests. It feeds on human blood, and the blood it sucks is complemented by its own venom, so that the body that supplies the blood can be rejuvenated. No corrosion.

When the insect is sucked, the color of the body will gradually change, and when the amount of sucking is sufficient, the color will become lighter. Mrs. He saw that the blood worms were already full. He recited the witchcraft again, and brought him back to his place.

The blood worm was not a glutton, it followed the path of Mrs. He's paved palm, and then burrowed back into the bamboo tube. Mrs. He tied the bamboo tube back to her waist, and the insect also obediently lived in it temporarily.

Mrs. He leaned down and examined He Situ's face again. The face with a sound and color is really much more eye-catching. She slid her slender jade fingers over He Situ's face again, and the touch was enough to make her heart turbulent.

If it weren't for the sound of the door slamming outside the door, she wouldn't have been willing to take her eyes off the man who collapsed for a second. The maids and maids delivered breakfast according to their daily affairs, and they slammed the door and said lightly, but it attracted Mrs. He's dissatisfaction.

"Okay, well, the slaves and maids will retreat, they will not come to disturb Madame again, Madame, don't hurt yourself." The maidservants knelt down through the door and pleaded guilty.

"Stand down, don't bother me and my master, he's still asleep." Mrs. He was sometimes vicious, sometimes gentle, and so she caused the maids to be even more worried. They brought breakfast back to its original place.

They will not come uninvited, but the candidates who can disturb Mrs. He are far more than them. What should happen will always happen, and even the best secrets will still be revealed, the difference is only sooner or later.

The mysterious person will always find the right time to patronize, after all, it will take some time for him to accept last night's method.

In the Seven Kings' Mansion, the faint light transmitted from the outside to the inside pierced Xiao Shengxia's eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he knew that he had almost missed the time of the early dynasty.

Last night's night talk was too tiring, and this morning, I am afraid that the galloping horses will not have to arrive sooner.

Xiao Shengxia simply cleaned up and was busy going to the court. His clothes have not been changed, at this moment, where can he pay too much attention to whether his face is good-looking or not?

His foal stopped in front of the palace gate, and he walked quickly to the top of the court. At this time, it is obviously a missed time, but I can't care so much. Xiao Shengxia rushed to the court, sweating profusely.

Emperor Xiao has been sitting down for some hours, and he originally intended to pinch the time and discuss state affairs, but he deliberately delayed the time just to wait for him. For the sake of him being the son of the dragon, he should still be given some attention and care.

Xiao Shengxia stood in confusion, and by a momentary mistake, he actually stood in the queue where his subjects were standing. Emperor Xiao was greatly surprised, he coughed as a reminder, but failed to recall Xiao Shengxia's spirit.

Emperor Xiao couldn't delay the early dynasty, he opened his mouth and announced "Qi Dynasty", and the court meeting was officially held. Emperor Xiao first poured out the list of officials and ministers who entered the court, and then he noticed the wrong boundary.

He Situ, who has never lacked the early dynasty on weekdays, has not played today, so he lacks today's early dynasty?

"Aiqing is good friends with He Qing's family, do you know why he didn't come to the early dynasty today?" Emperor Xiao said in a distant and deep voice.

All the ministers chose to be silent, and Xiao Shengxia was hindered by his identity, but he couldn't say a few words.

In fact, he actually knew something in his heart about the reason why He Situ had not arrived. (To be continued.) )