Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

Hearing the footsteps approaching, Sima Chun, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly stood up and walked up to the man in black whose hands and feet were bound, the dagger in his hand flashing with cold light.

"Just do it, everything should be over a long time ago!" There was calmness in the hoarse voice, and the man in black looked at Sima Chun with loving and complicated eyes.

After hearing this, Sima Chun looked startled, and the hand holding the dagger couldn't help but tremble slightly. He slowly closed his eyes, feeling that the footsteps had obviously reached outside the cell. He suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with indescribable pain. And Juejue, the dagger stabbed into the heart of the man in black without any hesitation, and the blood spurted out immediately splashed all over their faces and bodies, like blooming blood flowers.

Qing Yun and Mo Xuan had just walked to the cell door. Seeing this horrifying and bloody scene, Qing Yun's face couldn't help but change slightly: "Sima Chun, what are you doing?"

After listening to what Fifth Brother and Lu Ba said, she vaguely guessed something.

It’s just that she couldn’t understand why Sima Chun wanted to kill the man in black personally since he already knew the identity of the man in black, and why he deliberately chose to do so when she had just returned to the palace?

Could it be that Sima Chun's body was completely exhausted? Or was he just imagining that he suddenly issued an imperial edict to forgive his sins?

Sima Chun's eyes were blurred by the blood that kept pouring out. He stared at the man in black blankly, his eyes still loving and complicated, but his handsome face gradually turned pale, until there was no trace of blood. A kind of saying Unexplained and complex emotions tugged at his heart, and the blood-stained dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, making a crisp and harsh sound.

Hearing Qing Yun's question, Sima Chun suddenly came back to his senses, turned to look at Mo Xuan, and said with an inexplicable urgency in his tone: "Prime Minister Han, no, Mo Xuan, take his blood quickly, so that Jiu'er can be cured." I have a cold!"

A hint of demonic edge flashed across his charming eyes. Mo Xuan quickly walked up to the man in black, took out a small porcelain bottle, filled half of the bottle with the man in black's heartfelt blood, and then added special pills and carefully kept it.

Seeing that Mo Xuan did not doubt him at all, Sima Chun's eyes were deep and his expression was relieved with a hint of loneliness.

"Child, I'm... sorry!" The man in black stared at Sima Chun, his lips dripping with blood and moved slightly: "You... can you call me... ..Say "Father...Father?"

Unexpectedly, Sima Chun lowered his head slightly, making it difficult to see his expression, and he was obviously turning a deaf ear to the man in black's prayers.

"What an injustice, haha..."

A sad smile appeared on the gray and colorless face of the man in black. There was bitterness, vicissitudes of life, and relief in the laughter.

For the woman he loved deeply, he betrayed his master and mercilessly killed innocent people again and again. His hands were already stained with blood. In order to better protect the woman he loved deeply, he even mutilated himself and became a defective eunuch. , as a result, the woman she loved deeply did not have him in her heart at all, and only regarded him as a tool to eradicate dissidents. She even used his blood as a guide to hurt fellow juniors without telling him. A pair of biological children could not recognize each other when they met. His life was so miserable. Pitiful?

Now, it is time for him to pay for the sins he has committed, but his children...

Looking at Sima Chun, his eyes finally froze, his pupils slowly dilated, and when his head dropped, the man in black was already dead.

Seeing Sima Chun trembling, Qingyun frowned slightly and sighed silently: "He is your biological father after all, so why bother..." Why bother being accused of patricide?

Looking up at Qingyun, Sima Chun's eyes were as silent and deep as a thousand-year-old ancient well. There was a trace of self-mockery and sadness in the calmness of his withered face: "I have always prided myself on my noble status, and my martial arts and martial arts are far above all the princes. Of course I am the one who holds the throne." "I didn't expect... I didn't expect that I was the offspring of a concubine and a traitor. I am not a true royal bloodline at all..."

Qingyun's face was as calm as water, her lips were slightly pursed and she didn't speak.

Sima Chun didn't seem to expect Qingyun to say anything, and continued on his own: "The person who poisoned your mother back then was the concubine, and Lin Han told me that the medicine to cure your cold disease has a name in it. For a person with the word 'Ting', he has been hiding with his mother and concubine for so many years, so the relationship is naturally extraordinary... He has also admitted that he is the previous saint son of Juechen Palace, Yue Ting. It was very possible that he was I became the successor palace master, but I met my mother-in-law, and I fell into a love trap from then on and could never get out of it!"

Qingyun raised her eyebrows slightly, but remained silent.

Murong Qingyi had mentioned to her before that Yue Ting was a very talented person with extraordinary abilities. Murong Qingyi indeed intended to pass the throne to Yue Ting.

Unfortunately, one day Yue Ting died suddenly due to a homemade poison by mistake. Murong Qingyi was deeply saddened by this.

Unexpectedly, Yue Ting faked his death for Lin Yufeng and followed Lin Yufeng into the palace, willing to become Lin Yufeng's tool to harm dissenters.

Love is a word, and you really know whether you are warm or cold.

Taking a long breath, Sima Chun then begged: "I know that my mother-in-law, my concubine, and the Lin family have committed so many crimes that it is not a pity to die, and I don't expect to be forgiven by you. It's just that Zhilan doesn't know anything, let alone Sacrificing a lifetime of happiness to our ambitions and sins, I..."

"I and Zhi Lan have always loved each other as sisters. Even if you don't tell me, I will ensure that she lives a safe and happy life!" Qing Yun said lightly.

"I believe you will treat Zhi Lan kindly." Glancing at Mo Xuan next to him, Sima Chun's eyes flashed with a strange dark light. When he turned to look at Qing Yun, he was full of hope: "As for me, I hope you can treat me after death." I am buried next to your cemetery. Firstly, I beg you to give me a chance to atone for my sins, and secondly, I can protect you."

Before Qing Yun said anything, Mo Xuan firmly objected: "Absolutely impossible!"

No wonder Sima Chun's look in his eyes was so weird just now. It turned out that he had such a calculation, which was simply abominable!

Xiyan is the emperor, so he will naturally be buried in the royal cemetery a hundred years later. The only people who are eligible to be buried with Xiyan are the imperial husband, and those buried next to Xiyan's cemetery are the emperor's husband, or the people closest to Xiyan, no matter who they are. Xi Yan's imperial husband and the person closest to Xi Yan, Sima Chun is not qualified!

"Jiu'er, I don't have much time left. My only last wish is to stay by your side. Can you bear to let me die with regret?" Sima Chun stared at Qingyun, his eyes full of pleading and loneliness, and his whole body was filled with pleading. With a sad atmosphere.

Holding Mo Xuan's hand tightly, Qingyun said lightly: "I will find a feng shui treasured place to be your cemetery."

After Mo Xuan, who was originally furious, heard this, a gentle and charming smile suddenly appeared on his beautiful face, and his eyes looking at Sima Chun contained pride and coldness.