Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 241 Young Master's Body is Delicate and Soft, Not Easy to Push Down (8)

Beier's black hair dripped to the ground little by little, and someone behind her immediately began to wipe it for her.

He glanced at Lingyue who was kneeling on the ground with a calm expression, and said regretfully: "I quite like their technique, but it's a pity that His Highness has this white marble pool."

After she finished speaking, she stood up and walked out of the bathroom. The female officer with a pair of big eyes outside had been waiting for a long time. She was Beier's personal female official, Lingxing, and her personal bodyguard. These men in black all belonged to the Royal Lingyun Pavilion The dark guards were sent by the empress, and they belonged exclusively to Bei Er.

Lingxing put a red cloak in her hand, quickly put it on her shoulders, bowed and asked, "Your Highness, do you want to investigate thoroughly?"

Bei'er looked up at the bright and clear moon hanging in the sky, and thought to himself, at this moment, Sikong Zhao's cold poison should also be onset, right?
Do you want to go see him?
Do you want to treat him with cold poison?

Do you want it?

after awhile.

She tilted her head to look at the female officer beside her, parted her lips lightly, and said in a faint voice: "Ling Xing, you can check if you want. Your Highness will spend a lot of time chasing after her husband."

Lingxing blinked her big eyes suspiciously, as if she didn't understand what she meant.

Looking at her, Bei'er couldn't help stretching out his hand amusedly, and tapped her tender forehead, "You're still young, you don't understand."

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Suiyang Palace.

In a very luxurious courtyard, in the brightly lit main room, there were roars like beasts.

This is Sikongzhao's courtyard, and today is still the most hated full moon night in Suiyang Palace, because it indicates that the cold poison of the young master is about to break out.

Sikong Minqing, the King of Suiyang with a very majestic and graceful appearance, stood in front of Sikong Zhao's bedroom door with an anxious and distressed expression. Her hands were tightly clenched, and her eyes were full of hatred and grief.

Originally, her son would not have to endure the pain caused by the cold poison after being fed the elixir by the immortal. If it wasn't for that delicate and willful empress dowager who threw her Shao'er into the dry well overnight on the night of the full moon.

Thinking of this, King Suiyang's eyes were full of hatred, and she must avenge Zhao'er.

Suddenly there was a more tragic roar.

"Ah...ah..."

King Suiyang couldn't help but wanted to go in, but Xue Fei standing at the door stretched out his hand in front of her, and said in a cold tone: "My lord, I'm sorry you can't go in, the master of the door has already made a rule, he has a cold poison attack During this period, no one is allowed to enter."

King Suiyang and Sikong Zhao's extremely similar eyes furrowed together fiercely, and said in an anxious tone: "Xue Fei, Zhao'er is really in pain, how can this king just watch him in such pain outside."

"My lord, we have to obey the order of the sect master."

now.

In the bedroom.

I saw the magnificent Sikong Zhao, his slender and thin limbs were clasped by thick iron chains and tied to two iron pillars. Because of the violent struggle, his wrists and ankles were covered with bloody scars.

It was King Suiyang's suggestion to tie him up. Usually when the cold poison relapses, Sikong Zhao will commit self-mutilation because of too much pain. He almost died once. Since then, King Suiyang has asked people to tie him up. Get up, before he hurts himself.

On Sikong Zhao's bloodless and beautiful face, blue veins were stretched out tightly, as if they would rush out at any moment.

The original pair of cold moon-like eyes were filled with murderous blood red, and the white and neat teeth were tightly biting a white brocade, and there were bursts of painful roars from his mouth. He wanted to immediately Tear everything up, and because of the cold poison, the whole body is breathing a little bit of cold breath, gradually freezing the ground with a thin layer of white frost.

At this time.

A man in black tight-fitting clothes, with a body like a dexterous black cat, gently pried open the closed window of Sikong Zhao's bedroom, jumped up and landed firmly on the ground, unexpectedly, this series of movements didn't happen. Any sound.

When the visitor saw Sikong Zhao's current appearance, his ice-blue pupils were filled with shock and pity, and he slowly walked up to him, wanting to reach out and touch his cheek.

This person was Bei'er, she knew that Sikong Zhao would definitely suffer from cold poison tonight, and he must be in great pain, so she came here and used silver needles to relieve his pain.

Due to the onset of the cold poison, Sikong Zhao completely lost all reason, his expression was in a trance, his whole body was like a wounded little animal, when he saw someone approaching, his white teeth would "clack".

Because of the pain, that peerless face twisted into a furious lion, threatening Bei'er with its fangs like a wild beast, as if telling her, don't come close, or you will be torn apart.

Bei Er lightly stroked his face with his hand, stroking his blue veins protruding from the pain, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

This sentence is filled with pity and self-blame.

If Yuanzheng hadn't treated him like he did when he was a child, after taking the elixir from Taoist Qingyun Guan, he wouldn't have to suffer from the cold poison at all.

Sikong Zhao stared at Bei Er in front of him with bloody eyes. He was completely out of his mind at the moment, and he didn't know who the person in front of him was. He just instinctively wanted to stop her from approaching, so as to protect himself.

Bei Er took out a set of silver needles and several jasper porcelain vases from the space, and gently placed them on the table next to him. Turning around, he brushed his blood-red eyes with his fingertips gently, and gently touched his lips. Close to the tip of his ear, he whispered comfortingly: "Zhao'er, please be obedient, my sister will drive away all your pain."

Her soft voice gently brushed over Sikong Zhao's heart, and he, who had been struggling so hard just now, gradually calmed down, but there was still a low growl coming from between his white teeth.

"Ah..."

It sounded like a little puppy.

Smiling, Bei'er twisted a silver needle that was shining with cold light with her plain white fingertips, roasted it on the red candle flame, and quickly inserted the silver needle into Sikong Zhao's Baihui acupoint.

Another three needles were twisted one after another, and pierced into Shenting, Qingming and Fengchi points.

Her technique was very fast, gradually forming a phantom in the void.

Half an hour later, Sikong Zhao's body was covered with more than 20 silver needles.

Bei'er exhaled slightly, wiped the dripping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, picked up the jasper porcelain bottle on the side, and opened the lid for a moment, and a fresh herbal aroma filled the entire space.

She dripped the liquid medicine in the bottle onto the silver needle little by little, until all the liquid medicine in four or five porcelain bottles dripped onto the silver needle.

Sikong Zhao's originally pale and lifeless face, after a while, slowly began to become rosy and full of vitality.

Bei Er stretched out two fingers, and lightly rested on the pulse on his wrist...

(End of this chapter)