Chapter Ninety-Three: You're Not Very Good at Lying

He Zhuocheng ran all over the pharmacy in the imperial city with Chaoling, complaining bitterly, and drank two bowls of ice cheese in a row to get better.

Chaoling complained to him, "If the generals in the army are like you, how can the battle be fought." ”

He rolled up his sleeves, the worm-like scars on his arms, and grunted in a retort, "I never dragged the general back in battle." ”

"Eat yours." Chao Ling pressed his head into the bowl of ice cheese and said coldly.

He Zhuocheng knew that she was in a good mood today, so he asked more, "Who is this prescription, and who can prescribe so many out-of-the-ordinary medicinal materials, isn't it embarrassing?" ”

Chao Ling looked at it coolly, and He Zhuocheng stopped talking.

This recipe was written by Chu Wenbing and used for Sang Chi to detoxify. Originally, Chaoling only felt that it was a blessing to be able to guarantee that Sang Chi would not die, but Chu Wenbing directly developed the antidote.

"General, can that person really be saved if he doesn't wake up all the time?"

Chaoling decoction poured Sang Chi, she has always done it herself, it can be said that she is full of sincerity, and she has done enough kung fu, but she is not good.

"My forehead is still so hot."

She cultivated at a young age, and she was well versed in the truth of not breaking and not standing, only thinking that this was a catastrophe that mortals would have to overcome. The past few days have not been good, but it has intensified.

He Zhuocheng wet the silk cloth and covered Sang Chi's forehead, wiping the sweat from his forehead while complaining to Chaoling, "General, people will burn and be confused if they take it again." When I was a child, I had a fever, and my mother would cook me white rice porridge to drink, and I would cook a bowl for this brother later, so that it would be fine. ”

Chao Ling looked at him suspiciously.

"White rice porridge, what's wrong with you, General?"

She hadn't been sick in the mortal world, and she didn't know that she could get better by drinking porridge. I only felt that He Zhuocheng was so sure of what he said, as if it was some kind of panacea.

After a while, she came out of the kitchen calmly with a bowl of white porridge.

"General, what's wrong with this bowl?" He Zhuocheng pointed to the half-melted bowl and asked.

She used the phoenix fire to light the kitchen, and this bowl was naturally not spared, so her mana would not affect herself, otherwise she would have been burned to ashes now.

"Forget it, the general is here to take care of him. I'm going to cook porridge. ”

He Zhuocheng got up to leave, and Chao Ling grabbed him, "Don't." ”

"What's wrong again?"

"That kitchen is ......"

"You ordered the kitchen?"

Chao Ling was a little sneering and sent the white porridge to Sang Chi's mouth. He Zhuocheng wanted to stop her, but she moved extremely fast, and most of her head had been poured down when she looked up at Sang Chi.

"General, are you going to drown him? Can you drink this porridge? ”

She ignored He Zhuocheng's life-threatening questioning and concentrated on pouring white porridge on Sang Chi, who coughed violently and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Ahem, ahem."

"It really works." Chao Ling pointed at Sang Chi and said loudly.

He Zhuocheng scratched his head and fell into endless contemplation of life.

"You're finally awake, but what's wrong with you?" Chaoling's concerned appearance once made Sang Chi think that she was a passionate little ghost on the bank of the Lechuan River.

The words to be said were on the lips, and the few times I opened my mouth, I was gagged back. He frowned and looked at the red-clothed woman in front of him, and the arrogance of the female general was not visible at all.

"Where is this?" Sang Chi finally interjected.

Chao Ling mysteriously approached him, "I saved you, according to reason, should you make a promise?" ”

“......”

"I don't have a grudge against you, do I?"

Sang Chi nodded helplessly.

"And how about you do things for me?"

She smiled innocently, as if Sang Chi had picked up a big bargain, but no matter how he thought about it, he felt that something was wrong. He didn't kill when he could, and he didn't let go when he could.

"Why?"

After thinking about it, Chao Ling could only use the Heavenly Realm to fool him, "I see that your bones are strange, and I am going to pass on my mantle to you in the future." You can't beat me, can you? Do you want to know why? ”

***

In Yongning Palace, Chu Wenbing withdrew from the people, left a window alone, lit an incense burner and waited for news from Chaoling.

The cigarette flashed three times, and Chu Wenbing looked over when he heard the sound, and leaned under the window edge towards Ling, poking out his little head.

"He's awake." With a smile, he took out the sugar cake wrapped in oiled paper from his arms and stuffed it in.

Chu Wenbing's hanging heart also let go, and when the person woke up, it proved that there should be nothing wrong.

There was still ink on the windowsill, and the handwriting seeped through and only a few black marks remained. The man under the window reached out and pulled a piece of paper, "Can you still restore the recipe for the poison?" ”

"Uh..... Yes. Chu Wenbing said.

Chao Ling looked left and right, and he couldn't see the original handwriting from the fragment: "Is this written wrong?" Is there anything else I need to offer you? ”

The pen in Chu Wenbing's hand was broken, and her palms were full of blood, and she looked at the blood dripping on the paper in a daze, and the red plum dyed with a few strokes of Danqing's wonderful hand.

"What's wrong with you?" Chao Ling realized that something was wrong, and sat by the window with his arms propped up. "Prescription...... Have you ever shown it to others? ”

"Huh?"

"Sister Chu, you're not very good at lying." She stared at Chu Wenbing with a pair of phoenix eyes, and her sharp gaze pierced through her body and hit her soul directly. "Who's going to take the prescription?

"Su Jiuli, isn't it? The recipe for the poison is in his hands? ”

The antidote to these things is hard to find, and the herbs in the prescription itself are equally valuable.

Overnight, Jin Yuwei seized all the pharmacies in the capital, and all the running accounts were transported to the palace. Jiu Li looked at the mountains of accounts, turned a few pages boredly, and threw them to the Pleiades Star Monarch.

The Pleiades Star Monarch was full of black lines, and Jiu Li knew that those assassins were all raised by Lu Fulin, so he didn't arrest him directly, but he had to start with the pharmacy first; Now that the evidence is here, he doesn't look at it, and his expression feels like he is going to take this pile of things to the fire in the next second.

"See what I'm doing? Look at the ledger. Jiuli said slowly.

Only then did Pleiades realize that his narration was all nonsense, and his own lord actually wanted him to read it all. "Your Excellency ......"

Jiu Li looked at the light of day outside, and said lightly, "After dawn, I will seal the Lu family, what do you think is the most appropriate progress?" ”

"Your Excellency, you directly said that you want me to falsify evidence."

"I didn't say it, it was you who slacked off your official duties and insisted on falsifying."

Pleiades, an excellent worker, must learn how to take the blame for the leader. In good professionalism, he bowed his head and flipped through the mountains of account books.

The leader has been a leader for 100,000 years, and in a bitter cold place like the Lechuan River, where business is complicated, he is not good at getting along with his colleagues. In the next life, there was not a single credible minister around him, the Manchu civil and military wanted to kill him, he didn't know how to check and balance each other, and he was determined to jump repeatedly on the boundary line of death.

The morning light was faint, and when the dew did not stop, Jin Yuwei had already surrounded the Lu family. Jiuli Thunder used methods to turn the Lu family upside down in the name of private use of banned drugs.

With the support of the strongest plug-in, the Pleiades Star-King, it was easy to find out where the Lu family raised assassins.

But its cruelty was far beyond the expectations of the Pleiades Star Monarch, these were all sent to the Lu family before the age of three at this moment, cutting off all contact with the outside world and only teaching martial arts. Six, twelve, and eighteen years old, respectively, were subjected to cruel selection, and each of them was one in a hundred.

They never left the Lu family until they were eighteen years old, and the only thing they did was to try to kill their colleagues to ensure their final victory.

This is only what Pleiades sees, and the details are even more miserable.

The Lu family made a fortune and had a strong family background, and they worked hard to select these at this moment, secretly delivering unknown stabbing guests to each family.

When Jin Yuwei seized the Lu family, most of the Lu family's assets were there, but Lu Fulin was gone.

The servant insisted that Lu Fulin had never been out of the bedroom that night, and there was no secret passage in the house to hide or escape. The Lu family is proficient in civil engineering, but their mansion is extremely clean and orderly, except for the dungeon where the assassins are raised, the rest of the rooms are only surrounded by four walls.

Lu Fulin just disappeared.

Chaoling received the tip, and before he even had time to enter the palace to question Jiuli, he hurried to Lu's house.

There is nothing in the bedroom except the bed and table, and the north and south are all placed in excellent feng shui positions. Jin Yuwei had already flipped it over, and Chaoling didn't question their abilities, but in addition to conventional means, it was possible to cast secret techniques.

She locked the door and sat cross-legged in the middle of the house, her spiritual power forming a curtain of fire around her. The shadows in the room became clearer, and she opened her eyes to carefully identify the traces of spiritual power.

"Song Yuanqing, take Lu Fulin away."

A thought quickly arose in Chaoling's mind, maybe what Song Yuanqing wanted to take away was never Lu Fulin, but Fu Nian.

The lord of the phoenix capital is in vogue.

***

"Brother, why don't you leave?" Fu Nian was led by a half-grown child, but the child asked him alive.

Fu Nian squatted down and looked at the child at eye level, "Chao Ling is good, my brother still has something to do." ”

"Brother, don't you want to go to Chaoling?" The child cried out, and bean-sized tears slipped down his cheeks, which was particularly cute.

She was born well, with a pair of sharp phoenix eyes, rich facial features and a fleshy little face, crying has absolute lethality to any creature.

Fu Nian hugged her, and the child raised his hand and touched his temple, "Brother." ”

"Well, my brother is leaving. My brother has saved you. Chao Chao is the most well-behaved, and he must be able to understand his brother. He closed his eyes.

In the illusion, Song Yuanqing showed his figure. "Lord Fu Nian has already seen through the tricks below, why don't you just break out of the formation?"

Fu Nian's face turned pale, and he secretly clenched his fists. He is the soul of the deceased, and the people of Fengdu can only return to the body after Nirvana dies, and now he is still recuperating.

Song Yuanqing forcibly awakened his memory, but it didn't mean that he also recovered his mana at the same time.

"My heavenly realm respects Fengdu, and I am willing to share the worries of Fengdu and arrest the rebellious Chaoling."

"She's not rebellious."

Song Yuanqing lowered her eyes, "Is it rebellious, the Heavenly Dao Thunder Tribulation has the final say, and now she has escaped into the Demon Dao, if she is allowed to do so, it will become a catastrophe in the future." Please also remember the Lord and take back the Nuwa Stone. ”

Nuwa Stone has been handed over to Fengdu for generations, and Chao Ling used secret methods to forcibly take it away, and now it is equivalent to half of the owner of Nuwa Stone, unless the Lord of Fengdu goes out, otherwise the Emperor of Heaven will not be able to bring back Nuwa Stone.

This is the real reason why Song Yuanqing collected the remnant souls of Fu Nian and brought them into the world.

"I didn't intend to trap the Lord here, but the Lord's soul power is weak, and I am afraid it will take too many hours to condense Nirvana without my magic weapon, and I will be offended." Song Yuanqing cast a spell, and the crack in the sky above the illusion slowly closed, and the heaven and earth fell into silence again.