Cheng Jin opened his mouth and wanted to ask, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed again. In this great interior, if you want to live well, you have to learn not to talk or do much, not to ask more, not to watch, and not to care.

She turned her head and followed Li Jianzhi to look at the dark sky and the sparse light in the sky, and was silent.

Ouchi is not restless, I'm afraid that the Yiluan Hall is also restless. Li Jianzhi quietly looked at the bright spots on the horizon. The winter wind blew through the courtyard, and the branches were blown and swayed. The people in the palace, why not like this branch?

In the past, no one knew better how the emperor loved Concubine Mei Shu than him, an old man who had been with the emperor for decades. For the sake of Concubine Mei Shu's words, the emperor can also be a difficult concubine. Especially after the death of the first queen, Concubine Mei Shu, who was somewhat similar to the first queen in terms of face and temperament, spoiled the harem.

The emperor had a few times, and he looked at Fengyin alone in a daze, and asked him what would happen if Concubine Shu was the queen. He was a slave and maid, so he naturally didn't dare to say more. But it's also in the eyes.

The emperor's temperament, the higher he holds, if he turns against him......

Ay.

Li Jianzhi sighed secretly in his heart. I don't know what happened to Concubine Shu. However, even if nothing is done, it is still stirred into this vortex.

More than ten years of love, how can it withstand the emperor's suspicion.

In the main hall, since Li Jianzhi went out, Emperor Zhende's whole person exuded extremely dangerous information. After Wen Qingwu was kicked to the ground, he stepped forward again to kick and scold to vent his anger!

Wen Qingwu directly pounced and hugged the foot he was about to kick, crying: "It's useless for you to kick me to death!" Your Majesty, please calm your anger! ”

Si Mu also followed: "Your Majesty, please calm your anger." As he spoke, Yu Guang looked at Wen Qingwu, who had been kicked hard, and at this time he burst into tears and hugged the feet of Emperor Joan of Arc and cried.

Emperor Joan of Arc lifted his feet several times, but Wen Qingwu's dead hooves hugged his thighs, unable to move, panting and calming down. Turning his head to look at Si Mu: "You go over there." What is the scene? ”

Si Mu immediately replied: "After returning to the emperor and following Gonggong Li, the chamberlain said that Concubine Shu Niangniang had rested and wanted to stop the ministers. ”

This is the same as what Li Jianzhi said, and then he continued: "But the minister's ears are good, and he heard the faint sound of dispute in the hall, and then broke in with the lieutenant general. ”

After breaking in, I saw Wen Cairen spread on the ground, and Concubine Shu and others were there. A bowl was broken next to Wen Cairen, and there was an attendant next to him holding another external medicine, as if he was going to give it to Wen Cairen. ”

This is also the same as Wen Qingwu.

Wen Qingwu can talk nonsense alone, but Li Jianzhi and Si Mu can't talk nonsense for her.

"What about the medicine?"

"Bring it on." Si Mu raised his voice with internal force, and after a while, a deputy general walked in outside, holding a tray in his hand, and a bowl of medicine was placed on the tray.

Emperor Joan of Arc stood in place, staring at the bowl of medicine silently for a moment, "Pass on the imperial doctor." He said.

In order to facilitate the service of the emperor, the Tai Hospital is not far from the side of the Daye Palace. The imperial doctor on duty tonight soon came with a medicine box on his back, and thought that the emperor was sick, so he hurried over and asked him to test the bend.

I have been in the hospital all the year round, so I naturally know that I am afraid that this matter is different, so the doctor hurriedly opened the medicine box to test the medicine.

After a moment, the imperial physician took the medicine bowl and sniffed it. Turning his head to look at Emperor Zhende, he said cautiously: "Back to the emperor, this is a drug." ”

The drug is highly toxic and is mainly made from strychnine. This is also the only spare poison in the Tai Hospital, which is used by the emperor to give death to concubines and palace people on weekdays.

Emperor Joan of Arc stared at the bowl of medicine, his gaze uncertain.

"Who has been in the hospital recently to get the drug?" Joan of Arc's voice was gloomy.

"This ...... I don't know. I have to go back and read the record. The doctor's voice was half a minute quieter. Fortunately, the whole hall was extremely quiet, and the pins could be heard. Even if the voice is very low, it can be heard.

"Si Mu will go check with him." Emperor Joan of Arc commanded.

"Yes."

"By the way, after checking," said Emperor Joan of Arc, after a long pause, he continued, "I'll tell me the results tomorrow." ”

"Yes." Si Mu responded and walked out of the main hall with the deputy general and the imperial doctor.

For a while, only Emperor Zhende and Wen Qingwu were left in the main hall.

After being quiet for a moment, Emperor Joan of Arc kicked Wen Qingwu away with a hard foot: "Why do you still hold Lao Tzu's legs!" He angrily kicked Wen Qingwu away and walked back to the bed and sat down.

Wen Qingwu got up and knelt down, dragging his knees towards Emperor Joan of Arc.

When Emperor Joan of Arc heard the movement, he turned his head to look at Wen Qingwu, his eyes were complicated, and he was endlessly tired.

"You say, if it's really her. And why is she? Emperor Joan of Arc said in a low voice: "I can give her whatever she wants." Or even "

Or even the back bit.

He really had the idea of standing up for a while. If it hadn't been stopped by the auxiliary machine, maybe it would have been righted. Now that I think about it, fortunately, the auxiliary machine stopped me.

Wen Qingwu didn't respond, only after Emperor Zhende finished speaking, he said slowly: "Your Majesty, there is one more thing that the slave didn't tell you?" ”

Emperor Zhende looked at Wen Qingwu with impatience and anger: "What's the matter?" ”

Wen Qingwu glanced at Emperor Zhende timidly, then took a deep breath, and seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage before whispering to him: "That day, when Lord Li and the slave maid went to treat the nineteenth princess, they found that there were not only witches in the nineteenth princess's body. ”

Emperor Zhende's face became serious, and he stared at Wen Qingwu tightly, for fear that he had missed something.

"And the living soul." Wen Qingwu said.

The word "living soul" exploded in the mind of Emperor Joan of Arc. Although he didn't know what it meant, he knew what it was when he heard it.

"Souls? The soul of a living? Emperor Joan of Arc looked at Wen Qingwu with a frown.

Wen Qingwu shook his head: "No, it's the soul of a dead man." She looked at Emperor Joan of Arc's increasingly dark face, and said, "It should be said that it is the soul left behind after the murder of a person who should not be killed." Ordinary people will die when their lives are exhausted, and after death, the soul has a soul dementor to hook the soul and the underworld, and no one can interfere with each other. But the living soul is different, it is a person who has not reached the number of fate, and there is no soul to hook the soul after death, so it will stay in the mortal world. If you are encountered by a witch who can manipulate trickery, you can raise this soul. This soul is planted in the witch himself, and he can live and die with others, enjoying the same number of lives. But if it hits an ordinary person, and a mortal can't manipulate this living soul, then he can only be eaten by this living soul day by day, and then slowly, his soul becomes less and less, until finally the living soul completely occupies the body. ”

This is also said in witchcraft, which is called puppetry. ”

Wen Qingwu finished slowly. These are all stories told by my grandmother in the previous life as a strange person to him who doesn't like to study witchcraft.

Puppetry, puppeting on his relatives and children.