Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 147 The Carpenter and the Poison Girl

The snow has eased, but the deserted snow-capped mountains are still covered with calf-high snow, and deep gullies appear where you step.

The morning light sprinkled on the flat snow surface, shimmering slightly, as if Zhao Wumian had stepped into a vast lake.

The little spider lay on Zhao Wumian's back, rubbing its two front paws with a rustling sound. Once Zhao Wumian deviated from his direction, it would climb onto his neck, causing him to feel itchy.

"It's fine that the Snow Owl can understand human language, but an arthropod like you actually has spirituality." Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly, looking a little unbelievable. "Thinking this way, I wouldn't be surprised even if a dragon emerged from the sea."

The spider can't speak, so it didn't respond. I don't know if it understood or not. It just lay on my shoulder obediently.

Zhao Wumian used the scabbard to sweep the snow in front of him. He could see many poisonous insects quietly watching him in the corners. Their curiosity about Zhao Wumian was visibly visible to the naked eye.

I don’t know how many poisonous insects of the purple-clothed woman there are in the forest. According to her, she has lived in the mountains for two months. During these two months, she has been living with these poisonous insects?
Zhao Wumian doesn't practice Taoism and can't stand loneliness. If you put yourself in his shoes and let him live in the mountains for two months, I guess he would go crazy.

Five miles to the north, there was a cliff. There were no so-called black flowers at all. Zhao Wumian came to the edge of the cliff and looked down, only to see some strange black flowers blooming on the steep cliff.

Zhao Wumian withdrew his gaze and looked forward. The ground here was high and the view was broad. He could see a huge black city far away outside the mountain.

Zhao Wumian recognized this city... Piantou Pass was one of the passes in Jin area, and the Rong tribe must have invested a lot of troops there.

The inside of the mountain is quiet and peaceful, but outside the mountain there are corpses everywhere and the snow is stained with blood.

Zhao Wumian retracted his gaze, cleared away all distracting thoughts, stepped forward, stepped out of the cliff, fell down, then drew his sword from its sheath in mid-air and embedded it into the rock wall.

The woman in purple was probably a germaphobe. After Zhao Wumian used her bowls and chopsticks, she seemed to dislike the fact that the bowls and chopsticks carved by Zhao Wumian were dirty, so she took some wood from the woodshed, sat on a chair, and started to carve wood carefully with a knife.

The sawdust fell like dandelions, sprinkling on the ground and on her purple skirt.

The three women on the couch breathed evenly and gently. The purple-robed woman tilted her head to look at them after a moment, frowning slightly, and whispered, "It used to be so quiet, but now there are four more people... It's so noisy."

The little white snake coiled on the wooden table and hissed.

"It's noisy, not lively. You like lively, but I haven't seen you make friends with other snakes."

"hiss~"

"Yes, yes, they are all idiots and cannot speak human language. You cannot communicate with them."

After the purple-clothed woman sharpened her new bowls and chopsticks, she patted her skirt and the wood chips fell off. She then took the broom and dustpan and swept the room spotlessly, then looked at the carpet on the floor.

This blanket was what Zhao Wumian slept on last night.

She bent down to pick it up, dusted it off, and hung it outside in the sun, presumably to 'kill it of bacteria'.

After finishing all this, she went to the kitchen again to wash rice and cook. Usually, she only needed a small bowl of rice for a meal.

She stood in front of the pot, thought seriously, and scooped two bowls of rice into the pot... After all, Zhao Wumian had helped her apprentice a lot, so she should cook some food for him as well.

After steaming the rice and heating up the bacon, she also fried a plate of shredded potatoes and brought them to the wooden table. After eating, she went on to take care of her other poisonous insects.

Time passed quickly. Zhao Wumian set out early in the morning, but it was already noon and he had not returned yet.

The purple-clothed woman glanced at the cold rice and shredded potatoes, was silent for a moment, and then said to herself: "Heat a bucket of water for a bath, and heat it up for him at the same time."

The water and the food were heated, but Zhao Wumian still didn't come back.

The woman in purple closed the wooden window, let the little white snake coil up at the doorless entrance and stand guard, then she took off her clothes and took a hot bath in the middle of winter.

After taking a shower, the water in the wooden tub turned slightly black. The woman in purple was wearing her inner clothes and wiping her wet hair with a towel. The black hair turned white after a slight wipe.

The purple-dressed woman was well-maintained. Even her white hair was not dry like that of an old person. On the contrary, it was smooth and shiny, and looked very beautiful. However, she still held her white hair lightly and sighed, "I don't have many years left to live."

The little white snake crawled over and straightened up, looking at her with a worried expression.

"Before I die, I will help you through your childhood, don't worry." The purple-clothed woman took out a rouge box from the closet, but it was full of black ointment...but now it's empty.

She sat at the table, took out a small bronze mirror from her bosom, picked up a little black ointment with her fingertips, and smeared it on her white hair, saying, "I'm going to die, but at least I have to be beautiful while I'm alive, right?"

The little white snake climbed up the legs of the woman in purple and coiled up without saying a word.

After her white hair was dyed black again, the woman in purple put away her rouge box and cleaned the room again. Then she took down the purple dress hanging on the screen and spread it out. There was a very long gash on it, which was caused by Mu Lier at that time.

She took out the needle and thread and started sewing carefully. Soon, she heard the rustling sound of footsteps outside the house.

The only one who was not affected by the poison outside the house was Zhao Wumian.

But this poison is not an ordinary drug, it also contains the meaning of Naraku Red Silk... Naraku Red Silk can't affect him? It's really strange.

This man must have a lot of secrets. Speaking of which, Naraku Hongsi found him near where he was unconscious. It took her a lot of effort and killed a lot of poisonous insects...

The woman in purple pushed open the wooden window, leaned on the windowsill with her hands and looked out.

Zhao Wumian walked outside the door dragging a tiger's tail. There was a gap between the tiger's neck and belly, but there was no strange smell. The setting sun was hanging outside the mountain, and the ground was full of red clouds. Almost a day had passed.

It was expected that Zhao Wumian had bled the tiger and processed its internal organs before returning.

"That's thoughtful of you." The purple-clothed woman leaned on the windowsill with both hands and looked at him with a calm expression.

"There is a lot of meat on this tiger. It is enough for you to eat for a month, not to mention two days." Zhao Wumian stood in front of the window, smiled at the woman in purple, then raised his other hand, which was holding four black flowers with stems and leaves, and handed them to the woman in purple.

"I didn't know if you wanted the stems, so I pulled them out. There were only a few black flowers left on the cliff, and these are all." Zhao Wumian sighed, "After I found the flowers, I encountered this big insect. During the fight with it, a few petals fell off."

The purple-clothed woman was slightly stunned. "You're using flowers to fight this giant insect? Why don't you put them away?"

"Put it in your arms, it will be crushed and won't look good. It's just a tiger, one hand is enough to kill it, and the petals were just blown off by the wind." Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly, handed the black flower to the woman in purple, and was about to drag the tiger to the kitchen, but somehow his legs and feet went weak and he fell on the snow.

puff-

Snowflakes flew everywhere.

The purple-dressed lady blinked, and then a smile appeared in her indifferent peach blossom eyes for the first time, "Did you touch my fingertips?"

Zhao Wumian buried his face in the snow, his whole body was paralyzed, and he could only make a "woohoo" sound.

The purple-dressed woman's voice was filled with surprise.

"You couldn't move last night, but you can speak tonight? This kind of anti-toxic physique is the first time I have seen it. It is expected. Ordinary people cannot survive after being infected with the cold jade Gu. You are a precedent. There is no one in the world who is more suitable than you..."

She paused for a moment and didn't continue talking. She just put away the black flower and raised her hand and said, "Cai Cai, help him detoxify."

The little white snake crawled over and bit Zhao Wumian's forearm again.

After a while, Zhao Wumian turned his head and said unhappily, "Is there no antidote for the poison in your body?"

"What do you need the antidote for?" The purple-clothed woman leaned on the window sill with her small hands, supporting her chin, looking down at Zhao Wumian lying in the snow, with an interested look on her face and a smile on her lips.

"I don't intend to have physical contact with anyone. Whoever touches me deserves it. Do you really think that I am such a kind and upright person just because I studied in Guixuan Valley?"

"You said you were kind last night." Zhao Wumian crawled out of the snow and patted the snowflakes on his face and clothes.

"A beautiful woman like me is the best at deceiving people."

"From now on, your son can be called Zhang Wuji."

"I won't have children, and I don't plan to get involved in any romantic relationship." The woman in purple turned her back and walked into the house.

"Let's put aside the love between men and women. You are full of poison. You will be feared and ignored by everyone. Living alone every day, aren't you lonely? Do you plan to live like this for the rest of your life?" Zhao Wumian said towards the house.

"I've gotten used to it a long time ago."

Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly, then looked at the little white snake coiled on his forearm and said with a smile: "If she really wasn't afraid of loneliness, why would she talk to you?"

The little white snake hissed, but no one knew what it was saying.

"Cai Cai, come here." Zhao Wumian's words were obviously heard by the woman in purple, and her slightly angry voice came from inside the house.

Zhao Wumian dragged the tiger towards the kitchen, but heard the voice of the woman in purple coming from inside the house again, the voice was as flat as usual.

"There's your rice in the pot. If it gets cold, go and heat it up with some firewood."

Zhao Wumian was slightly stunned and looked back... He was not standing in front of the window at the moment, so he couldn't see what the woman in purple was doing.

Let’s move the time forward three days to Pingyang and Xiaoxitian.

Xu Ran is not here, but many masters of the Xu family have secretly come to Pingyang. Some of them have gone to various places in Jin to cover up their tracks, but there are still many people who stay here to secretly protect Luo Chaoyan.

Luo Chaoyan herself was sitting in the villa on Phoenix Mountain, concentrating on sewing a white fox fur. Judging from the progress, the fox fur was almost finished. It was embroidered with fine and beautiful patterns with gold thread, and the material was extremely expensive.

Her black and smooth hair fell on both sides of her pretty face due to gravity. The cold wind blew it and it fell on her face, making her feel a little itchy. So she tucked her hair behind her ears. Her every move was full of maturity and gentleness.

Since the Xu family came to Pingyang, they naturally had to protect her closely. However, there are differences between men and women after all, and Luo Chaoyan's status is even more so. Therefore, the person who protects her closely is her aunt, the sister of the former queen. She does not like red makeup and silk, but only loves fighting and killing. She is also a well-known master in the world.

Pei Yuzhong's aunt, Mu Lier, is only 26 years old this year. Luo Chaoyan's aunt is different. She is close to 40 years old and is a complete "older generation".

The little aunt sat bored on the bedside, looking at Luo Chaoyan who was sewing clothes seriously, and sighed softly, "It's almost the end of the year, and after the end of the year, it will be spring... Even if you make the clothes now, how many days can you wear them? In the end, just wait for big brother's army to arrive in Langfa, and then you will be the emperor... How can an emperor treat people's illnesses and make clothes at the same time?"

Luo Chaoyan smiled slightly, without looking up, her hands kept moving, and she answered: "If I don't wear it this year, I will wear it next year."

"Next year? Zhao Wumian has caused a lot of trouble recently. To be honest, I don't think he can live peacefully until next year. Moreover, the clothes given by the emperor himself can be called an 'imperial robe'. Let alone wearing it every day, he should keep it as a gift."

"I haven't ascended the throne yet, so how can I talk about 'imperial robes'? Even if I really sit on that throne, this fox fur is just a gift from me, not a 'personal gift from the emperor'... It's not that serious."

"You can do so now, but when you ascend the throne, you must be dignified and polite in every move. No matter what you give away, it should be called a 'reward'. You must be polite. This is also a way to control people. The ministers in the court will only work for you if they are afraid of you..."

Before Aunt Xu finished her words of instruction, she heard rustling footsteps coming from outside the courtyard.

Luo Chaoyan turned her head to look, and saw Guan Yunshu, wearing a monk's robe, standing outside the window, leading a horse.

Luo Chaoyan's expression lit up with joy, "Miss Guan, you're back? So is he also..."

Before he finished speaking, Guan Yunshu handed her a letter with a calm expression, "He wrote this letter to you."

Luo Chaoyan was slightly stunned. Since he had come all the way to send the letter, that meant the person was not there.

She reached out her hand and silently took the envelope. She opened it and looked at it. Then her face changed slightly. She read the letter three times, back and forth, over and over again. Then she was silent for a moment and turned her head to look at Guan Yunshu, "Is it really like this?"

Guan Yunshu held the reins in his hand, and did not become more enthusiastic because of Luo Chaoyan's identity. His tone remained calm, "This is his guess. As for whether it is true or not, I don't know."

Luo Chaoyan stretched out the letter with his fingers, read it carefully again, and then whispered: "During these days in Pingyang, I have often speculated that I have thought about this possibility and I have prepared for it in my heart."

Aunt Xu also stood up and took the envelope from Luo Chaoyan's hand. She looked at it for a few seconds, and then her face suddenly changed. "Do you have any evidence?"

"It's just his guess..." Luo Chaoyan stroked the fox fur with her small hand, feeling its delicate touch, "But I believe it."

Guan Yunshu nodded slightly and said, "The Chu navy is expected to arrive in Langfa in less than five days. You can leave now."

"Now? Didn't Zhao Wumian want to kill Manager Lin first? He is in the capital right now. This is a rare opportunity. If we don't kill him this time, there will only be endless troubles. We have waited a long time. In fact, one or two days won't make a difference." Aunt Xu frowned and continued:

"There is a martial arts champion outside, who is very familiar with the topography of the palace, has adopted countless sons, and has made friends with countless dignitaries. When Chaoyan becomes the empress, what if he finds some connections in the palace to help him sneak into the palace and assassinate Chaoyan? It is impossible for Chaoyan to have someone to protect her closely for the rest of her life. So for the sake of safety, it is better to kill Chief Steward Lin first, which is more stable."

This made sense, Zhao Wumian had thought so before, but Luo Chaoyan shook her head slightly, and said firmly, "No... Let's leave now."

"really?"

"The final battle will begin right now." Luo Chaoyan clenched her hands, and her always gentle face took on a hint of coldness. "Even Zhao Wumian managed to sneak into the palace and survived a near-death experience. What should I be afraid of?"

Aunt Xu wanted to say that his life and your life have different weights, but after hesitating for a while, she sighed and said, "I'll go gather some people right away."

Seeing that Luo Chaoyan had made the decision, Guan Yunshu turned around and left without saying a word. She returned to Xiaoxitian and did not even enter the house. She stood outside the house with her horse, as if she did not intend to stay long.

Back at this time, Zhao Wumian went to the kitchen to cut the tiger meat into pieces, fetched a bucket of water, cleaned the tiger skin, and hung it outside the house to dry. Then he cut down a few trees and worked hard to build bed boards, make wooden doors and wooden chairs.

Inside the house, the woman in purple ground the black flower into a mixture of powder, juice and water, then poured in some more medicinal powder, stirred it, and put it aside. After waiting for one night, she could fill the rouge box again.

This amount is enough for her to use for a month.

She listened to the banging noise outside the house and felt that her nerves were beating with the sound. It was obvious that she had lived alone for too long, isolated from the world, and could not stand the noisy movement for a while.

The purple-clothed woman rubbed her temples, leaned against the window again, and looked towards Zhao Wumian, saying, "Thank you for the flowers you picked. You're a nice person!"

Zhao Wumian rolled up his sleeves and cut the wood with a horizontal knife. He did not look back and said, "I am truly kind. Your apprentice values ​​this about me and wants to ask me to escort her back to Beijing."

"Come on, Chaoyan is not so naive. She really values ​​your martial arts." The purple-clothed woman went back to the house, moved a bench, placed it in front of the window, and lay on it using the window sill as a wooden table, facing the direction of Zhao Wumian. She didn't say a word, as if she was going to the zoo to watch animals.

"You said you're not afraid of loneliness?" Zhao Wumian glanced back at her and said with a smile, "If you have nothing to do, go check Miss Su's pulse. Don't you know medical skills? It's just right for you to diagnose them and see if there's anything wrong with their health."

"You wish. I have done my best to let them wake up peacefully." The purple-clothed woman had a cold attitude.

"Then go to the kitchen and watch the pot. I'm stewing a pot of tiger ribs."

"This is my home, not yours. I can do whatever I want. You don't need to give me orders." The purple-clothed woman rested her face on her arm and said, "Your injury hasn't healed yet? Come here and I'll take your pulse."

Zhao Wumian stood up, wiped the sweat off his face, and looked at her. "So kind?"

"You picked flowers for me and I helped you heal your wounds. No one owes anyone anything." The woman in purple turned and left, and her figure could no longer be seen from the window.

Master Gui Shou is extremely powerful. Zhao Wumian is indeed in a bad state. Now there is no young female doctor to help him heal his injuries, and Miss Su is in a coma... Naturally, the senior female doctor will be able to help too.

Zhao Wumian put down the work in his hands and pushed the door open and walked in.

The purple-clothed woman found a handkerchief and placed it on his wrist. She stretched out two fingers to feel his pulse carefully, then pondered for a moment, retracted her hand, and tapped the table with her fingertips. "You have internal injuries, damaged meridians, and stagnant blood. It's not light or serious. With this miraculous medicine, you will recover in two days...Take off your clothes, and I will take a look at your external injuries."

"No major injuries."

"Take it off." The woman in purple said only one word.

Zhao Wumian lifted his shirt and pointed at the bruises on his body. "It will heal in a few days."

The purple-clothed woman stood up, took out the ointment from the cabinet, and threw it to Zhao Wumian, "Apply it yourself."

Then she got some Chinese medicine, left the house, went to the kitchen, and added it into the pork ribs soup.

"Diet therapy?" Zhao Wumian followed him to the kitchen, looking disgusted, "How can it taste good if Chinese medicine is added?"

"You have to eat it even if it doesn't taste good. How old are you? Why are you still like a child and don't like to eat bitter food?"

"This morning you asked me to kill a tiger so that you could satisfy your craving for food. Now that the tiger meat is ready, you add Chinese medicine to it?"

The purple-clothed woman was slightly stunned. She didn't expect that he still remembered what she said this morning. She tilted her head to look at her, "Are you concerned about whether I'm eating well?"

"I'm afraid you won't eat this pot, and will start another one, wasting food. Don't be so narcissistic."

The purple-clothed woman was very angry at these words. Her chest heaved, and she stomped her feet, walking past Zhao Wumian, "I'll eat with you!"

"That's better. You can't let me eat something so bitter all by myself... Speaking of which, you're staying here for a short time and you brought Chinese medicine with you. Don't you think it's troublesome?"

"Do you think there is no medicine in the mountain? If I want, my poisonous insects can empty the mountain in a month."

"Don't brag about this. You don't have a storage ring, so you can't move so many herbs."

"You!" The purple-clothed woman suddenly turned around and looked at Zhao Wumian who was following behind her, "How can you make a girl angry so easily?"

"Excuse me for being blunt, but you are Chaoyan's master. It's okay for her to call herself a girl, but it's inappropriate for you, an elder, to call yourself 'this girl', right?"

"Go be a carpenter!" The woman in purple was so angry at Zhao Wumian that she ran back into the house.

Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly, left the kitchen, picked up the woodworking knife, and continued to do his carpentry work.

As soon as the purple-clothed woman entered the room, she angrily rummaged through the drawers and cabinets. She unexpectedly found a wooden figure among a pile of sundries. There were human acupuncture points painted on the figure. It was obviously a small tool to assist in practicing medical skills.

But she took out a pen and paper, and quickly prepared to write the name "Zhao Wumian" on the little figure. But just as she was about to start writing, she was stunned... She didn't even know what Zhao Wumian's name was.

After a moment of silence, she didn't want to ask, so she wrote the word "carpenter".

After writing, she held the wooden man's head with one hand and his legs with the other, exerted a little force, and with a "snap", the wooden man was split into two.

Then she smiled, clapped her hands, and in a good mood threw the broken wooden figure into the cabinet.

Soon, the setting sun fell behind the mountain, the bright moon rose quietly, and the moonlight spread down.

Seeing that Zhao Wumian was still outside pretending to be a carpenter, the purple-clothed woman leaned out of the window again and asked, "It's getting dark, can you see clearly? Do you want me to light a lamp for you?"

There were four wooden chairs and two wooden beds neatly placed outside the house. Zhao Wumian was using the Wuhen Knife to cut the wooden thorns on them. Hearing this, he did not look back but said:

"It's almost done. Go to the kitchen and see if the meat is done."

"Why do you make so many chairs?"

"There's a lot of wood." Zhao Wumian stood up, brushed off the wood chips on his robe, and walked to the window.

She was in the house, the lights were on, Zhao Wumian was standing outside, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, he handed her a hairpin made of wood, "I made it with the leftover wood, how about it?"

The purple-clothed woman was slightly startled, stretched out her hand to take it, and then, as if she was afraid of poisoning Zhao Wumian again, she became cautious, took the hairpin, and looked at it for a few seconds: "Not very good, too rough, just a thin piece of wood, more like wooden chopsticks than a hairpin."

"It's my first time making this, so my skills are really not good."

The woman in purple subconsciously tidied her black hair with her hands and was silent for a moment. Because her hair was all white, she subconsciously did not want to use these head ornaments, so her hair was simply tied up with silk.

However, this was the first time someone gave her a hairpin made by hand.

She pursed her lips, then looked up at Zhao Wumian and asked, "Do it for me."

"Well, that's a defective product." Zhao Wumian took out another wooden hairpin. This one was much better. There were some patterns carved on it, which added some embellishments. At least it didn't look like wooden chopsticks anymore. He said, "You used that one to practice. This one is what I made for Miss Su."

pat.

The purple-clothed woman crushed the wooden hairpin with one hand, and then sprinkled the wood powder on her palm expressionlessly, saying without emotion: "The meat should be cooked, let's have dinner."

Zhao Wumian smiled indifferently.

The broth in the kitchen was bubbling and full of tempting aroma.

When Zhao Wumian came to the kitchen, the woman in purple had already served him a bowl of broth with a bowl of rice next to it. She picked up a piece of pork ribs and took small bites with an indifferent expression.

"Is it tasty?"

"You won't die if you eat it." The woman in purple said unhappily.

Zhao Wumian poured himself a bowl of broth, took a sip, and nodded, "Although it tastes like Chinese medicine, it's not bad to drink."

As he said this, he took the bowl and left the kitchen. He went to the bedroom first, put the broth on the bedside table, put his arm around Su Qingqi, let her rest her head on his shoulder, and with his hands free, he held the bowl and the wooden spoon and fed her.

The purple-clothed woman grabbed a large piece of pork ribs and chewed it in small bites. She leaned against the door and looked at Zhao Wumian expressionlessly, "You love her. You think of her even when you drink the broth."

Zhao Wumian did not answer, and after a while he said: "There were some accidents between the two of us, which led to this. It is true that we love each other, but it was indeed too hasty."

The woman in purple had no interest in Zhao Wumian's love life. She finished eating the meat on the ribs and threw it away.

Caicai straightened her upper body, opened her mouth, and caught the bone in one bite.

After Zhao Wuwei fed the three daughters a bowl of meat soup, he went to the kitchen to start eating.

After eating, the purple-clothed woman also hugged her chest, tilted her head and looked at Zhao Wumian, and asked, "How have you considered it?"

What she asked was whether Zhao Wumian was willing to continue to deepen the poison in his body. This method could not only ensure that he would not be harmed by the remaining cold jade Gu, but also help Cai Cai to get through her childhood as quickly as possible.

Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment and nodded slightly, "I'm sure the girl won't lie to me about this matter. Just don't let Xiao Bai Suzhen suck me dry."

"Xiao Bai Suzhen?" The purple-clothed woman glanced at him and said, "Don't give my Cai Cai a random name."

After that, the purple-clothed woman took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve and poured out a jet-black pill. She smiled coldly, "Aren't you afraid that my pill is a way to control people?"

"It's no use scaring me now."

"How boring." The purple-clothed woman pursed her lips and looked at the little white snake again, "Cai Cai, what do you think?"

The little white snake swallowed the tiger meat that the two men had not finished eating in big mouthfuls. Its slender body was bulging. Hearing this, it did not even have the strength to nod, and could only hiss.

The purple-clothed woman glanced at Zhao Wumian. The little white snake meant, "I feel like you have a good relationship with him, so I am willing to do that too."

"Your brain is too small, not much smarter than your people." The purple-clothed woman said to herself. After throwing the pill to Zhao Wumian,

"To deepen the poison in your body, it must be more poisonous and more powerful than the Cold Jade Gu to make you immune to its harm. This one alone is not enough, but this one is specially made by me using the toxins of the Cold Jade Gu and Cai Cai, plus other large and small Gu poisons. It is the most toxic in the world.

You eat it first, and then you will fall into a sleep. During this time, I will use silver needles to assist you in digestion and absorption, and infiltrate the toxins into every aspect of your body. I will wait and see the effect tomorrow, and then I will see what other poisons are needed to strengthen your physique.

If everything goes well, the poison in your body will remain dormant for a while. According to my estimation, it will be about half a year. After that, if there is no other poison to balance it, the poison will explode... But at least you have a half-year respite, and you won't die in a month or two."

Zhao Wumian held the pill in his hand and was about to swallow it when he remembered something and looked hesitant.

The purple-clothed woman sneered, with a look of disdain on her face, "Are you scared?"

"I have another question." Zhao Wumian hesitated for a while before asking in a low voice, "As my poison deepens, that is, um... during the dual cultivation, will Miss Su be poisoned?"

The purple-clothed woman was stunned for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said, "No! Eat yours!"

"Oh..." Without any worries, Zhao Wumian swallowed the poison pill without hesitation, and indeed, he felt sleepy after a while...

And at this time, in the distant East Palace of the Imperial Palace.

Rub, rub, rub————

Crown Prince Luo Shuzhi sat at the table, holding a carving knife in his hand, slowly engraving in front of a stele. The subtle friction sound echoed in the silent and deserted hall.

Luo Shuzhi carved very slowly and obviously had no martial arts skills, so he had many wounds on his hands.

Luo Shuzhi originally had an older brother...but he was assassinated and died during the Jingnan Campaign.

At that time, he was sleeping in the same bed with his elder brother, who died to protect him. Luo Shuzhi was also seriously injured and had long lost the ability to practice martial arts.

The assassin was sent by the emperor who was determined to reduce the power of the princes.

Emperor Jingzheng asked him to use the Qingying Jade Cloth to heal his wounds and practice martial arts many times, but Luo Shuzhi was always unwilling... To him, something like the Nine Bells was not something that Chang Shi should own.

If a person dies, there is no way he can come back to life... Similarly, since he was seriously injured, he could see a doctor, but he shouldn't have used the Nine Bells to heal his wounds. Otherwise, would he still be considered a human being?

However, he probably didn't know that in the distant Jin area, Zhao Wumian, whom he regarded as a great enemy, was actually doing carpentry work.

crunch————

Eunuch Lin quietly pushed the door open and walked in front of Luo Shuzhi. He lifted the hem of his robe and knelt down directly. "According to the original plan, the two brothers of the Dong family should take action tomorrow."

Luo Shuzhi paused, then put down the carving knife and blew gently on the wooden tablet. Some wood chips fell on his robe, on which were written the words "Piantou".

"Really? I haven't finished carving this stele yet. I've been planning it for more than ten years. Now it's finally time to close the net?" Luo Shuzhi's voice became indifferent.

Eunuch Lin was silent for a moment, and then said coldly:
"Your Highness wants to accomplish great things, to kill Wudamu, to use this plan to settle dissidents in one fell swoop... There will always be some sacrifices. No matter how much a person who accomplishes great things cares about the people, who will care when it comes to real use? During the Jingnan Campaign, did the late emperor consider how many people would die if the war spread to Dali? When Emperor Taizu Gao rebelled, did he think about the southern and northern borders? How many people just want to live a stable life? Your Highness, don't worry too much."

Luo Shuzhi did not say anything, but placed the "Piantou" monument next to a monument named "Grandpa Shang Xuesheng", and then held incense in his hand and kowtowed three times respectfully.

After doing all this, he knelt on the futon without getting up, turned his back to Eunuch Lin, and asked: "Do you think my actions are too hypocritical?"

"Human nature."

"Well... only humans are hypocritical." Luo Shuzhi looked at the two monuments in front of him and was silent for a long time.

I don't know how long it took before he stood up calmly and waved his hand, "Let them do their job."

"As ordered."

(End of this chapter)