As soon as the flute sounded, a colorful bird flew to the window. The gentle man raised his hand and stroked its little head, and then tied a note with two lines of words on its leg. In an instant, the bird
Flying out the window.
The gentle man bit his lip and sighed sadly, would he...save her?
Half an hour later.
There was just a gust of breeze, and the doors and windows of Changyun Palace closed with a "snap". In an instant, all the maids in the house fainted and fell to the ground...
Wen Liangren wanted to turn her head, but her body was so stiff that she could not move. The muscles in her body seemed to be controlled. She bent her knees and slowly knelt on the ground.
She frowned in fear, her heart beat rapidly, and she opened her lips and said, "Teacher, leader, is it you?"
"Other than me, who else has such a great ability?" The voice of the man behind him was magnetic, and his slightly low tone had a strong sense of suffocation, making it difficult to breathe.
Even she, who had known him ten years ago, couldn't help but shudder.
The words fell, and with the sound of slow footsteps, the man speaking came into her eyes.
The man is of a mature age, tall and slender, wearing a red robe, with exquisite facial features and extraordinary handsomeness, long eyebrows slanting like clouds, beautiful phoenix eyes slightly raised, and dark pupils with a strong sense of oppression, making it difficult to look directly
.
His existence is like the flowers blooming on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness. There is an evil and sycophantic air all over his body, and he is not a good person.
This is the leader of the Nether Saint Sect, the feared demon, Mo Wuyou.
Wen Liangren swallowed his saliva and said: "Looking at Beiming, no, looking at the four countries, no one can be the opponent of the leader. I dare to ask the leader, what kind of miracle is this, why...the subordinates can't move..."
Hearing this, Mo Wuyou snorted coldly, slowly raised his hand, and moved his fingertips upward slightly. The gentle man immediately stood up, and his chin was forced to be raised, looking into his gloomy eyes.
"This is my self-cultivation practice, guided by Xing'er's water-bending magical skill - the blood-controlling magical skill." After saying this, he suddenly let go of his hands and stood with his hands behind his back.
Wen Liangren escaped from the confinement in an instant, quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at his face, and said: "The leader is really powerful, but I invited the young master to live at Longyin Peak for a few days a few months ago, and I can learn from her.
His water-bending magical skill created such a powerful magical skill."
Mo Wuyou slightly narrowed his phoenix eyes and said, "I am only out of seclusion for one day, what do you need to do?"
Wen Liangren pursed his lips and said: "I have no intention of disturbing the leader. May I ask if there is an antidote for the exquisite lock developed by the leader?"
Mo Wuyou was silent for a moment, then slowly frowned and said, "Who got the exquisite lock?"
"It doesn't matter who wins...but the person who asked for help from my subordinates was framed because of Linglong Suo. That person...is the young master's sister, Chu Jiaoli."
Hearing this, Mo Wuyou's eyes were cold and he slowly approached her. It seemed that she was a little dissatisfied with him because he had to wait for hours, and said: "You know, I only care about Xing'er, no matter how close she is to her.
People have nothing to do with me."
Wen Liangren looked panicked and immediately explained: "However, Chu Jiaoli is most likely the future crown princess. If we can win her over, it will also be beneficial to the leader.
Hearing this, Mo Wuyou became somewhat interested, stopped and said, "Oh?"
The gentle man rolled his eyes and said: "There is another thing. I have investigated it before. Her biological mother is the younger cousin of the young master's mother. Even if she is not a biological sister, there is still some blood flowing in her body. The leader should
I also know that Mrs. Yan loves her as much as her own daughter. If she dies, she will feel sad..."
"Talk too much!" He yelled sternly, exuding obvious pressure, and the huge real power buzzed and vibrated in the air.
The gentle man was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and said, "Master, calm down!"
Mo Wuyou frowned and thought for a while, then took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve. After opening it, he took out a red pill and stretched it out in front of her.
The gentle man raised his eyes, reached out to take the pill, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Master, for giving me the medicine."
Mo Wuyou narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, his voice was a little lower, and he said: "If she is really the princess, you should really have a good relationship with her."
The gentle man nodded and said: "Yes."
Subconsciously, Wen Liangren does not want Chu Jiaoli to die. Although she is an internal agent of the Yousheng Sect, she really likes this girl who has no great use for her interests.
If the Nether Saint Sect annihilates the Imperial City in one fell swoop, Chu Jiaoli, as the Crown Princess, may not be able to escape death...
Thinking of this, she looked around for evidence and reasons why Chu Jiaoli could survive. Fortunately, she had some connections with the Yan family, and now it came in handy in advance.
Half an hour later.
Liu Mansion, Liu Rushuang's room.
Liu Rushuang lay on the bed as if she was in a deep sleep, breathing steadily and her face rosy, as if nothing had happened.
Chu Jiaoli sat beside her bed, held her hand, looked at her closed eyes, and said: "Liu Shangshu, thank you for trusting Anhe."
Liu Shangshu sat on the chair outside the bead curtain, sighed softly, and said: "Liu is a sensible person, and he also believes in the character of Princess Anhe. Shuang'er has always been on good terms with Princess Anhe, and Princess Anhe has always been on good terms with Shuang'er.
The Lord has no reason to harm her."
Chu Jiaoli nodded slightly and said: "Now I just hope that Rushuang can wake up."
"Princess, someone from the palace has sent medicine." Zi Lin hurriedly ran from the door and handed her a ball of paper wrapped with pills.
Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli's eyes flashed a little brightly. She opened the paper bag and took out the red pills inside.
Looking at the pills, she bit her lip nervously.
Success or failure depends on this one move. Can gentle people be trusted?
"Liu Shangshu, An He is not completely sure." She opened her lips and said seriously.
Liu Shangshu frowned seriously and said: "I believe in the princess."
Chu Jiaoli pursed her lips and said, "If anything happens to Rushuang, Anhe is willing to take the responsibility."
After saying that, she put the pill into her mouth.
"Taohua, give Miss some water quickly." Liu Shangshu said to the maid guarding Liu Rushuang's bed.
"Yes!"
A quarter of an hour later.
Liu Rushuang slowly frowned and her eyelashes trembled. Chu Jiaoli slowly opened her eyes and said, "Rushuang? Rushuang? Are you going to wake up?"
As soon as these words came out, Liu Shangshu and the maid immediately came over.
Liu Rushuang slowly opened her eyes and yawned sleepily. She looked at the nervous-looking Liu Shangshu and the maid, a little puzzled. Then she looked at Chu Jiaoli, who had been holding her hand, and raised her eyebrows slightly.
Said: "Jiaoli? Why...are you here?"
Chu Jiaoli frowned and said: "Rushuang, you were poisoned three days ago. The poison broke out this morning. You became stuporous and almost couldn't wake up."
"You should also thank Princess Anhe for this." Liu Shangshu was so excited that he cried with joy.