Just after being degraded, in the first winter.

Beheading...... I don't know if it's okay......

Cheng Yue called out to the white sugar standing on Sang's shoulder on the tree behind him.

"White sugar, did you hear what Long Huayuan said just now?"

"Heard, this is not good, Long Huayuan would have gone to see him on the day of the death of the abolished prince, and by the way, he would collect a corpse for him, the important thing is that Long Huayuan will meet his destined queen in that area."

"OK, got it."

After thinking for a while, Cheng Yue opened his mouth and said to Long Huayuan: "Beheading, it's a bit cruel (it's not ruthless enough) It's hurt for more than ten years (even if you really feed the dog) It's still a bit ...... (A thousand cuts are good)"

Long Huayuan didn't get Cheng Yue's true thoughts at all, and was still seriously pondering other meanings: "I also think that beheading is not good for the public, the ugliness of the family should not be publicized, and directly beheading the former prince together will damage the image of the royal family.

Do you mean that the Third Emperor Brother should use other methods......

I see!"

After speaking, he went to find the emperor, and Cheng Yue looked confused.

What's going on?

What do you know?

Why did you just run away?

You're running pretty fast!

No, I'm not done yet!

I haven't had time to give you a hint yet!

"Huh"

A chuckle sounded in Cheng Yue's ears. Sang appeared behind Cheng Yue. "That kid is interesting."

"yes, it's a lot more fun than squatting in a prison."

A few days later, the abolished prince was indeed demoted to a concubine and driven out of the capital, Prime Minister Lu Cheng and his henchmen were beheaded for public display, and many powerful former princelings were raided overnight.

Cheng Yue didn't bother to ask what Long Huayuan said to the old emperor.

She has something more important to do now, and that is - pretend! Sickness!

Cheng Yue, who has rich acting experience and a huge number of comics, animations, and TV series, chose tuberculosis, a disease that is absolutely incurable (confirmed by white sugar) in this era when medical skills are not very developed.

That is, tuberculosis.

In Cheng Yue's reading library, in ancient times, death, tragedy, and tuberculosis accounted for forty percent, a considerable proportion, and it is not a big problem to imitate her.

And so—

When the weather was in autumn, Cheng Yue began to cough twice occasionally.

After two weeks, the cough became more frequent.

Under Sanchi's strange gaze, his face gradually turned pale.

One day, in the evening, Cheng Yue was having dinner with the Wu family.

Mother Wu: "Yue'er, have you been sick lately? The cough is getting worse and worse."

Cheng Yue replied, "No, I'm such a strong person as an ox, cough, how can I get sick."

"Look, you coughed again, didn't you?"

"Possibly...... I've been eating a little bit of cold stuff lately."

Father Wu also interjected and said, "Knowing that the weather is cold, you still eat those cold and sweet things every day, and your clothes are thin, if you don't cough, who coughs."

Cheng Yue stuck out his tongue, "I'm in control now...... Ahem, ahem!"

Wu's father and Wu's mother weren't too worried when they heard this explanation, they hadn't seen Cheng Yue get sick since they were children, and even if they were sick, they were all small problems (pretended) that would be cured for a few days, so they didn't care much about it.

A few days later, when Cheng Yue was chatting with Lu Yurong, an accident suddenly happened.

"I'll tell you, two days ago, I was in a small restaurant in that small alley in Wangchun~"

"Uh-huh! Isn't it delicious?"

"Of course...... Woo! Ahem, ahem! Cough! Ahem...... Hmm......"

Cheng Yue suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently.

Lu Yurong asked worriedly, "Xiao Yue? Are you alright?"

Cheng Yue waved her hand to indicate that she was fine, but when she took away the hand covering her mouth, she found that she was in the palm of her hand

There was a bloodstain.

"Xiao Yue, you're coughing up blood!" Lu Yurong was very panicked and hurriedly sent someone to find a doctor.

helped Cheng Yue into the bedroom again, let her lie on the bed, and covered her with three layers of quilts.

Cheng Yue was a little helpless, coughing or something, no matter how thick the quilt was, it was useless.

The doctor came to the first vein, his face was heavy, and he said, "Girl, this ..... is not an ordinary wind chill, it is tuberculosis."

Lu Yurong was so frightened that she sat on the ground, covering her mouth, and her tears fell to the ground.

Cheng Yue was shocked at first, and then quickly regained his composure, smiling a little lonely.

"Hah...... Is that ......?"

then lifted the quilt and went to the ground and helped Lu Yurong up.

"I'm sorry to worry you, I'm ...... Let's go home first."

"I'll send you."

"...... thank you."

Cheng Yue was sent back to Wu Mansion by Lu Yurong with a battle like sending her daughter to get married.

After entering the house, Lu Yurong pulled Wu's mother to speak, and looked at Cheng Yue who was placed in place from time to time, and after a while, Wu's mother began to wipe her tears.

Life is not easy, Cheng Yue sighed.

At this time, Cheng Yue was invited back to his small courtyard, and was forced to cover three layers of quilts, holding a bowl of black medicinal soup in his hand, and looking at Wu's mother who was crying silently with a sluggish face.

"Mother's ......"

"Drink the medicine first."

"This ......"

"Drink the medicine first."

"But even if I drink medicine, I ......."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"Okay, I'll drink."

Cheng Yue poured the black medicinal soup into her mouth in one go, and when she swallowed it, she even felt that she had drunk a bowl of poison, which was real—it was too bad to drink!

In the afternoon of the same day, Daddy Wu and Wu Rui's little brother learned the unfortunate news, and when they came to see her, Daddy Wu's sad face was wrinkled together, Wu Rui threw himself on Cheng Yue and cried, and Wu Ling, who didn't get the news for a while, also came with Zhou Qinglan, and there was a burst of crying and crying.

There was no way, Cheng Yue had to make a forced smile to comfort everyone and tell them not to worry.

"Eh, don't be sad, I feel uncomfortable looking at your sad faces, sometimes it's so without warning, no one can predict it~ Don't cry~ Laugh a~"

In this way, in the next few days, Cheng Yue, who was forced to rest in bed, ushered in waves of guests to visit her.

also includes Long Huayuan, the crown prince's highest voice.

When Long Huayuan saw the person leaning on the bed, he couldn't believe that the poor baby with a pale face and weak breath was the tomboy who was able to give advice to him two months ago.

"You don't look good."

"I look like I don't have a long life."

"Are you so poisonous to your mouth?"

"I'm telling the truth."

I'm not going to "live" this winter.

"Cultivate well, you may be able to get better if you are so powerful."

"I lend you good words."

"Speaking of which, why do I think there's someone else in this room?"

"Your delusion, if you really want to say hell, it should be me who is dying."

Ah, that's right, there's a moon shadow squatting on the beams, and a demon sitting on the edge of the table behind you.

"Really? I said you better curse yourself less."

"I'll try my best."

After Long Huayuan left, Cheng Yue withdrew from the space that covered Sang. z.br>

"You're not going to find a place to hide yourself?" The voice was vibrant, without the slightest hint of weakness.

"Why should I hide, isn't there still you?" Sang is very open.

"What if I don't react at any time? The responsibility for causing the commotion is yours." As he spoke, Cheng Yue took out a few pieces of bright red lumps and a piece of wood.

Cheng Yue first put the block aside, and used the space to turn it into the shape of a carving knife

, carefully carving the piece of wood.

After a while, a human figure was carved, Cheng Yue cut his fingers and dripped blood on the forehead of the humanoid wood carving, and the wood instantly absorbed the blood.

Sang had been quietly watching Cheng Yue do these things, and suddenly asked, "Is this your stand-in for what you did?"

Cheng Yue replied, "Yes, I need something that can go to my grave for me "after I die."

After speaking, a little green light flashed on Cheng Yue's fingertips, and the wound on his finger recovered.

Sang was very curious: "Even such a small injury is worth your use of a healing technique, what a luxury."

Because the power used by the demon clan is naturally dark, it conflicts with the healing magic full of vitality, and there are not many individuals who can combine healing with demonic energy, and most of these demons are fragile and demonic qi is thin, so healing is very precious to demons.

"Because it hurts, and I'm human, it's a small healing technique...... Hmph~"

Cheng Yue's words really poked Sang's sore spots, he was often injured and could only rely on demonic qi to slowly repair and recuperate, at most the boss gave him two bottles of potions to replenish demonic qi.