The palace attendants had already announced that they had entered the room, and Ling Luo was sitting on a chair, sipping the tea absentmindedly.
Every time I'm alone with Chen Moxu, it's a tough battle.
After finishing the cup of fragrant tea, Chen Moxu finally appeared.
He wore a large black nightgown with gold trim, revealing a large piece of his muscular chest. His long black hair was not tied up high with a golden dragon hairpin as usual, but hung down casually, covering part of it.
cheek.
The iceberg-like face with angry black eyes all showed the unhappy mood of the master after being woken up in the middle of the night.
"Luo'er misses me so much that you come here to sacrifice yourself in the middle of the night?" Chen Moxu said teasingly, but his voice was bone-chillingly cold.
Ling Luo met those black hole-like eyes and answered very simply: "No, Your Highness, you are overthinking."
Chen Moxu snorted coldly, his voice like ice slag: "Do you know that you just killed your only chance to survive with your own hands? All the people who have disturbed my sleep have already slept underground!"
A light smile appeared on the corner of Ling Luo's lips. She faced the anger of this arrogant man without any fear. Her voice was clear and clear: "Liao'er is here to deliver the throne to His Highness the Crown Prince."
"What did you say?" Chen Moxu felt no sleepiness at all. He stood up suddenly and said sternly, "Do you have the guts to say it again?"
The word "throne" is a thorn in his heart.
The emperor's death is approaching, but he still has no intention of letting him, the prince, take over the throne. He even re-employed Prince Qi Chen Moxuan in the court to suppress his power!
Every night, Chen Moxu could not sleep well, dreaming that he was promoted to the 95th Five-Year Plan, and that he had killed Chen Moxuan with a sword.
His desire for the throne has reached an insane level.
"Your Highness, are you willing to trade a quarter of your body's blood for the throne?"
Chen Moxu frowned, but his black hole-like eyes could not hide the excitement, and said coldly: "What do you mean?"
The smile on Ling Luo's lips grew wider. She knew that the big fish had taken the bait.
"Emperor Xuanzu ordered Luo'er to refine the Yinren Pill that can extend life span by ten years. According to the "Medicine Classic", if the blood of direct descendants is used as the medicine, the efficacy of the medicine can be doubled."
Ling Luo's eyes burned brightly, he stretched out two fingers and said loudly: "In other words, as long as Your Highness the Crown Prince is willing to nod and donate a quarter of your blood, you can extend the life of Emperor Xuanzu by twenty years."
Chen Moxu's expression can be said to be very wonderful. His face, which has been made of ice for thousands of years, has shattered. The muscles on his face are faintly spasming. His voice is like a ghost: "How do you know about Emperor Xuanzu?"
The existence of Chen Vulture itself is a taboo in the palace.
He transcended family relationships and lived to be four hundred and fifty years old. One can only imagine how many evil methods he used to go against the will of heaven and how many cases he committed that were unacceptable to heaven.
"Luo'er got permission from the queen's aunt to go to the east chamber of the library to read history books. By chance, she met Emperor Xuanzu." Ling Luo explained calmly and calmly, "His old man learned that Luo'er had the ability to refine medicine.
technique, so I was given such a task."
Chen Moxu's face looked better now, but he was still tense and continued to ask: "Have you succeeded in refining me?"
"Of course." Ling Luo said with great confidence, "Luo'er has already used a quarter of her own blood to help Emperor Xuanzu refine a Yin Yin Dan."