Evil Emperor and Concubine: Beast Fighter against Heaven

This body, not to mention spiritual power, is difficult to regulate even ordinary inner breath.

Who would poison an idiot with no identity? Ivezen really wants to know.

His throat felt hot, black blood spurted out, and Yiweicen felt much more relaxed. Thirty percent of his strength from his previous life had returned. This was enough to prove that this body was originally very capable and talented, but it was only after being tortured by poison for a long time that it became

Turned into such a useless body.

When Xiaoling heard the noise, she was afraid that she would die again, so she rushed in. When she saw the mouthful of black blood, she shivered in fear: "Miss, what's going on?"

"It's okay, I'm detoxing!"

Xiaoling suddenly rummaged around behind the cabinet and took out a small box from the hidden compartment on the wall. "This is what the lady ordered before she passed away. If the lady feels too uncomfortable, she can only eat it when she is about to die."

Inside the box, there is a small pink and transparent stamen with a halo of light, the leaves are tender and tender, and the root is as transparent as crystal, but it feels warm to the touch.

Among the stamens, there is a small colorful fruit.

Without taking it off, I just felt that this thing was full of spiritual power. Ivicen swallowed it immediately without saying a word.

Faint power rose from his abdomen, the contents in his blood boiled for a while, and black water soaked his clothes.

Xiaoling was stunned: "Miss, what's going on?"

“Detoxing at a Deep Level!”

Good guy, it actually penetrates into the bone marrow and uproots the poison. What a powerful thing. How could a woman born as a singer have it?

Yi Weicen didn't notice at all that her body was no longer poisonous and exuded a fresh fragrance.

He quickly changed his clothes and ordered: "Take it out and burn it. Don't let anyone discover it."

"I understand, miss... um, there is something that I want to tell you. Master... I have decided to marry you to the third prince as my princess, slave..." Xiaoling started to cry as she said this.

Long has nine sons. Except for the two lowest princes who are still unknown, the rest of them are all capable. Except for the third prince, whose real name is Dongfang Che. His mother and concubine died early.

He can't be said to be distinguished in general, but he is just a weak and sickly individual.

Both the government and the public had bullied him to death a long time ago, not because the emperor was very considerate of him and because he was quite smart and knew how to behave.

As soon as Yi Weicen was kicked out by Tong Xiang, she was betrothed to Dongfang Che as the princess. I don't know whether it was an insult to her or to the prince.

"Stop crying. My head still hurts a little. The wound must not have been cleaned. Go get me some water and medicinal wine."

"Miss..." Xiaoling cried again: "Miss, slave, slave, I'm sorry for you, medicinal wine, slave... I can't get it."

Ah, yes, she forgot, now she is Ivezen.

In the prime minister's house, anyone can bully her. There are so many people who want her to die cleanly, so why would they give her medicinal wine?

"Forget it, you go and find me some water, a clean white cloth, and some medicinal wine. I'll take care of it as I please."

"This...is." Xiaoling always felt that there seemed to be something different about Yiweicen, but she couldn't explain it, so she obediently went out to fetch water.

Yiweicen stood up from the bed, rubbed his sore body, went to the mirror, and slowly wiped his sleeves down his face. The red and mottled birthmark actually peeled off from his face in one piece.