With just a few words, Zhao Mu completely broke the man's psychological defense.

Who would have thought that when they met for the first time, he had already gained insight into what the man was thinking.

"It can make you willing to be an abandoned child and wait for death, so majestic."

"What did the other party give you, this son gave you double and cured your tuberculosis, how about it?"

"You won't lose money on this deal."

With such tempting conditions, Rao is man is also a little tempted.

The one who is talking to him now is Zhao Mu, the tenth prince who created the myth of Great Qin in half a year.

Tuberculosis is an incurable disease in Daqin, but it may be a trivial matter for him.

After all, a tuberculosis disease is not worth mentioning compared to the things he has done.

But after many years in the palace, he knows it all too well.

No matter how tempting the conditions offered, there was no day of fulfillment.

"Don't tease me, Shigongzi, I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm a nobody, I'm dead, and who cares."

In this case, Zhao Muzi will fulfill his little wish.

Anyway, it's not yourself who gets tuberculosis, and it's slowly consumed.

Construction of a new railway is already underway, and the original route will be resumed in less than three days.

As for the mastermind behind the scenes, I know two days later.

"Well, since you don't want to speak, then wait for death in this cell."

"I will ask someone to bring you water and food on time, so that you will die of tuberculosis and not starvation."

After saying that, Zhao Mu turned around and left the firewood room without thinking.

When he decided to go, the man was almost tempted.

Paper can't keep the fire, and exposure is only a matter of time.

But with a nod, he didn't have to suffer from the pain of tuberculosis.

When he was dying, at least he was not tortured by illness.

Until Zhao Mu walked away, he still couldn't speak.

With so many handles falling into the hands of others, it's no wonder that you can't survive or die.

As soon as Zhao Mu came out of the firewood room, Chu Ning'er came over.

"Childe, this is the meal you asked the slave to prepare."

As she spoke, she pretended to be mysterious and whispered in Zhao Mu's ear.

"Hey, what is that white powder? Laxatives? ”

Zhao Mu glanced at her, and then motioned for his subordinates to bring the food in.

This Chu Ning'er, the pattern can't open the point.

Laxatives are such a low-level thing, Zhao Mu doesn't bother to use them at all.

This is a medicine that he specializes in aggravating tuberculosis and can make food fragrant.

I am not afraid that the man in the firewood room will be able to hold back and not eat, unless he wants to starve to death.

If I really had the courage to starve to death, I wouldn't be talking nonsense here.

"It's not important, if you care about this, don't behave well tonight."

Hearing this, Chu Ning'er buried her head shyly and blinked her eyes.

The heart has begun to look forward to the charm of the night.

The garden is full of spring, and it can't be closed.

Early the next morning.

There were bursts of coughing in the firewood room, ups and downs.

Let others listen to it, it is the rhythm of coughing up to death.

Coming out of Chu Ning'er's boudoir, Zhao Mu stretched his waist.

This woman's demand has been getting bigger and bigger lately.

If you don't tire him out to the point of exhaustion, you don't even have the intention of stopping.

As long as you do exercise, don't want to run away if the sky doesn't turn upside down.

"Master, the man in the firewood room is really going to cough to death."

Zhao Mugang returned to his room and prepared to get some sleep.

Anyway, there is nothing else to do today, just wait for the man to take the initiative to confess if he can't stand it.

Unexpectedly, early in the morning, the next person came with good news.

"Ignore it, if he calls me by name, call me again."

After that, Zhao Mu directly waved his hand to signal his subordinates to go out, he was going to sleep back.

It wasn't until late that he got up from his bed lazily.

Chu Ning'er had already prepared meals and fruits and waited in the courtyard.

Seeing the delicacies, Zhao Mu had an idea.

"Ning'er, bring the food and fruits, let's go to the door of the firewood room to eat."

"I want to borrow the sound of coughing and eat next."

When the man in the firewood room heard the movement, his heart was half cold.

When he was dying, he could still hear others showing affection on his face.

The man's psychological defense line has already been disintegrated by Zhao Mu.

I couldn't help but eat yesterday, and now I want to die.

"Childe, you eat a grape."

"You're welcome, you can eat too."

The man's muscles were bruised, but he couldn't bear the cough, and he couldn't even use the strength to get up.

For the first time in his life, he really felt what it means to live rather than die.

Zhao Mu finished his meal unhurriedly and rested on the rocking chair.

From time to time, he imitated the appearance of the man in the firewood room and coughed twice.

Shrimp kills the heart.

"Ten...... Ten sons! ”

Just as Zhao Mu was thinking about going home, a faint sound came from the firewood room.

The corners of his mouth curled, and he walked in with a playful face.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Mu was completely dumbfounded.

I saw that half of the man's body was on the haystack, and half of his body had fallen to the ground.

He foamed at the mouth but kept coughing.

"Ten...... Ten Princes, you are a talent, but in this Xianyang Palace, you will eventually burn your life like me! ”

Before he could finish speaking, the man swallowed.

Zhao Mu's mind was full of question marks, his medicine would only make tuberculosis worse.

It is impossible to say that it will cause death.

It's a pity that this person is gone.

From his words, it is not difficult to hear that he knows far more than he imagined.

But it has come to this, and there is no resurrection from death.

Zhao Mu ordered his subordinates to bury the body in the back mountain.

As for the broken clues, he can only dig up again.

Just as the subordinates came in to carry the corpse, Zhao Mu fixed his eyes.

There is a hole in the collar of the man's shirt.

This self-defeating tactic of realizing that he will die in order not to leak the news.

He had only seen it in TV series in his previous life, could it be that he had this custom since Daqin?

Zhao Mu shook his head and subconsciously reached out to touch the small mouth.

Only then did he realize that there was a small mark on the inside of the garment, which was the seven in the text.

And the imprint was freshly painted with mud under the haystack.

It seems that the man is going to die, although he has a hard mouth, he still doesn't want to go so easily.

If he hadn't found this small hole, he would have been buried in the back mountain.

Zhao Mu remembered that in the dungeon that day, the man admitted that the assassination was directed and acted by the Seventh Prince.

The Seventh Son, who seemed to be inconspicuous, suddenly appeared in the field of vision.

And without a hint of warning, so suddenly.

The root of all the problems is pointed at the Seventh Prince's Mansion.

It's a place where few people have stopped, and few people have entered.

It came to light that if he had known that the Seventh Prince had directed and acted in the assassination, Zhao Mu just took precautions and didn't take it to heart.

Now, he had to lift the twelve-point spirit.

If the mastermind behind the scenes is really Seventh Brother, it will be difficult for him to do it.

The infighting of the prince will be directly promoted to the struggle for the position of the prince.

If you are too sharp, it will definitely cause others to suspect and misunderstand.

It is more likely to make Ying Zheng feel that his previous efforts were just to seek power.