Her uncle wrapped her mouth and nose tightly with a wet towel and hurriedly pushed her out of the paint room.
When her aunt saw her, she pulled her into the yard, pointed at the blood-red outlines on the thangka that her uncle had drawn more than half of, and asked her, "Look, isn't it beautiful?"
The blood-red color in the thangka flows under the setting sun, as if it has come to life. Bai Zeqing replied blankly: "It's so beautiful!"
My aunt said: "This is prepared by drying and grinding the blood aconite into powder."
She got closer to the thangka, smelled it carefully, and asked: "Is this the paint my uncle is making? The taste is the same!"
"Yes." The aunt nodded, and said solemnly: "This blood-headed blackhead is highly poisonous. In the past, bandits used it to make backflow incense and use it to kill people. The poisoned person would die suddenly within half a stick of incense. The symptoms were like epilepsy.
attack."
She looked at the paint room worriedly: "That uncle..."
"Your uncle is using a potion made from Phytolacca to neutralize its toxicity. This will not affect the color and make it less likely to be poisoned. However, you still have to be careful and don't come into contact with it. If you accidentally come into contact with it, be sure to use saponin on it.
Wash it vigorously with water, do you understand?" Your aunt touched your head and explained everything clearly to you.
If he hadn't woken up just now, Bai Zeqing would have been completely cold by dawn.
And it won't leave any wounds, so people might think that her old illness is coming back.
Someone wants to kill her!
Ningzhou Chinese Army Camp.
Wang Chi stared at the beardless middle-aged man in front of him and said coldly: "Governor Shen is here so early."
He just retreated from the battlefield, his murderous aura unable to be concealed.
Shen Yicheng didn't seem to realize it. He dusted off his purple gold robe very indifferently, tossed the hem of his clothes and went to sit down on the table. He said slowly: "You are blaming the wrong person for Major General Wang's anger, right?" He let out a long sigh.
, "As soon as I received the news, I led the Jianmen border troops across Changning Pass overnight to come for support. Unexpectedly, the defenders of Baiyan City were unable to support them for even one night, causing the entire border sand fortress defense line to collapse-"
Shen Yicheng originally intended to instigate a few more words, but when he saw Xi Yuanqi, the deputy general behind Wang Chi, standing with his sword horizontally facing him, staring at him with eyes as bright as a torch, he stopped talking at the right time and did not fan the flames any more.
Wang Chi squinted his eyes, but suddenly smiled, and his razor-sharp gaze melted away like ice, and he actually had a hint of frivolous and dandy temperament.
"Governor Shen." He put a glass of wine on Shen Yicheng's desk, "Just kidding, don't take it so seriously."
Shen Yicheng stared at the splashing wine, and the faint aroma of wine hit his face. He raised his head again, looked at Wang Chi for a moment, suddenly laughed and said, "Young General, I haven't seen you in a few years, you have a good temper!"
Wang Chi straightened up, pointed to the knife at his waist, and said with a smile: "They say that in the army, one should cultivate one's spirit. Now I am half a soldier with the knife. Hey, I am still as comfortable as drinking and teasing birds."
Shen Yicheng seemed to have just seen it, and he smiled and said: "What a sword! Don't worry, Major General. I heard that the Holy One felt sorry for the Northwest King and the General, and specially summoned the Major General back to the capital to enjoy the blessings. This time, the Major General had made a contribution in regaining Ningzhou. I turned around and saw the Holy Master,
I'm not sure how to award the reward! It's a pity that I'm guarding the three counties of Xisha and can't go back to Beijing for a drink with the Major General."
Wang Chi felt very regretful and said: "That's a pity. It's really a pity. We have to have a good time at the Xinghua Tower in the capital to enjoy the wine! When Governor Shen returns to Beijing to report on his duties, I'll treat you."
"Then thank you in advance, Major General." Shen Yicheng responded with a smile, "Then I will go to the county governor's house first. There is a lot of trouble waiting there."
Wang Chi smiled as he watched Shen Yicheng leave with a group of border troops. The smile on his face disappeared, and his eyebrows were filled with gloom.
Xi Yuanqi handed over a handkerchief. He wiped his hands as he walked, returned to the main desk and sat down.
Xi Yuanqi said in a low voice: "The Ningzhou army was defeated overnight. Even if it was Baiyan's Lantern Festival Night Banquet, it was caused by underestimating the enemy. But after Ningzhou City was destroyed, there was still a chance of recovery for the Xisha Three Pass Fortress, but the Qusu Tatars had no chance of recovery. I have all the city defense plans for the three cities of Xisha. The three passes of Xisha fell because of this, and tens of thousands of people were killed by Qusu's scimitar. Baiyan burned the governor's house, and let the second son escape with his soldiers... none of these things There is nothing fishy about this! Governor Shen would do well to put all the blame on a dead man."
Wang Chi said coldly: "The old dog Baiyan made Ningzhou City a river of blood. He committed a heinous crime! But Shen Yicheng was not a good guy. The three cities of Xisha were filled with blood. What did the Jianmen soldiers do? Eat shit. It’s not even as hot as it is.”
"However, the young master's feet are too risky. If the little girl is killed on the spot, the Holy Emperor will probably be displeased."
Wang Chi sneered: "The remnant of the old dog will die as soon as he dies, what are you afraid of? Besides, my eldest brother traveled thousands of miles to conquer Mobei Lingxiao Pass. After this battle, he can no longer win. My father has no reward. My Northwest Prince's Palace has long become a thorn in His Majesty's side."
Xi Yuanqi was worried: "In this case, the young master has to go to the capital. The prince often says that the moon waxes and wanes, so this trip to the capital will most likely be a Hongmen Banquet."
Wang Chi threw the handkerchief back to Xi Yuanqi and said, "But if you want to keep a hostage with you, you can't ask your father and eldest brother to go." After a pause, he added, "Go and ask how the trial went. If you can't get out of the trial, stop the trial, save your life, and take him back to the capital. Your Majesty will give an account to the world, and the Bai family will have to live."
The lights in the prison were dim, Bai Zeqing's hands and feet felt cold, and she became increasingly breathless.
The white mist lingered around her, and she struggled to stand up, but she seemed to be thrown into a deep pool. She struggled desperately with her hands and feet for a moment, and then fell back to the rough grass weakly.
The rough grass thrown randomly on the ground in these prisons has a unique damp and musty smell, mixed with the smell of blood. It is also mixed with the unique smell of bloody aconite, which is extremely unpleasant.
Bai Zeqing's legs were almost numb from the beating with the cane, and the sharp pain in her heart made her whole body paralyzed. At this moment, her ears were ringing, her breathing was confused, and she felt like she was drowning and unable to breathe.
Bai Zeqing rolled his eyes and stared at the candlelight outside the railing.
Several soldiers in the prison hall were eating wine, pumping their fists and shouting, and had no time to look back at her.
Bai Zeqing was soaked in the white mist on the rough grass, and the suffocating nausea buried her like a flood.
With his eyes dimmed, Bai Zeqing gritted his teeth and tried to raise his head, at least to get his mouth and nose out of the range of the white mist.
Just such an action affected the wound on her heart and made her sweat dripping with cold, and she couldn't hold her breath for a while.
Forget it, it’s too painful, otherwise just leave it like this...
She suddenly gave up her strength and fell back into the rough grass and white mist again, letting the dying despair wrap around him.
When she fell, a small dark red wooden figure fell out of her chest and clothes!
She breathed very hard, stretched out her hand with all her strength, and held the wooden figure tightly in her palm.
This is the New Year’s Eve gift that Brother Qi carved for her. This is the last thing that Brother Qi left for her!
The wooden figure turned dark red, which was soaked drop by drop by Brother Qi's blood.
Brother Qi...
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