Qin Dynasty snare people

Chapter 675 Your cousin is so poisonous!

Hanwang Palace, Baixiang Hall.

It's still a familiar place and familiar people.

In the palace with closed windows, the light is dim, and the overlapping curtains obscure the scenery inside.

The looming figure and the alluring whisper seemed to mean something.

The person lying on the soft bed with his head held high is clearly Luoyang Hou Luoyan of Qin State, and the one leaning in his arms is Lady Mingzhu of South Korea. As for what the two of them are doing, it can be seen from their current state One or two.

Mrs. Mingzhu has black hair like a waterfall, and her long black hair hangs down all over her body, forming a sharp contrast with her fair skin. There is a touching blush on her charming and mature face. She looks at Luo Yan under her with seductive eyes and thin lips. He opened it lightly, his voice was lazy and weak, and it also conveyed a hint of seductive imperial sister: "Luo Lang, your strength seems to have become stronger again."

No, I didn't take this elixir in vain, and neither did my training in the past.

Luo Yan smiled at the corner of his mouth, caressing Madam Mingzhu's back as smooth as satin, and said softly: "The cultivation of internal skills has entered a bottleneck period. I have no choice but to practice external skills recently. It is inevitable that my strength will become stronger."

As he spoke, Luo Yan also felt that his body had become stronger.

"I like it very much~"

Madam Mingzhu's eyes flickered and she responded softly.

As long as you like it... Luo Yan's smile never diminished, and he inserted his hand into Mrs. Mingzhu's cool and smooth hair, sliding it slowly to pass the boring time. Who made him a gentle and considerate man.

Luo Yan would rarely do the act of brushing off his clothes when things were done.

Even when faced with young ladies who are living in hardship, he usually pays for them.

Not to mention Mrs. Pearl.

The two were affectionate for a while, and then Mrs. Mingzhu asked again: "How many days will we stay this time?"

As the words fell, Mrs. Mingzhu sat up slowly, her long hair like a waterfall covering the spring light, and her beautiful eyes looked at Luo Yan, as if she knew that Luo Yan would not stay long this time.

"In a few days, I will mainly go to Zhao State. Give me some time."

Luo Yan pondered for a moment, then met Madam Mingzhu's gaze and said with a serious expression.

"Zhao Guo?"

Mrs. Mingzhu frowned, then stared at Luo Yan's face, and said with some surprise: "I thought you came here to deal with Ji Wuye."

"??"

Luo Yan looked at Mrs. Mingzhu in surprise, obviously not expecting Mrs. Mingzhu to ask such a question.

Mrs. Mingzhu explained: "Ji Wuye's only son is seriously ill. Ji Wuye came to see me yesterday. He thought Ji Yihu had been tampered with by my cousin. Later I went to check and found that he was not poisoned. The physical symptoms are very much like suffering a unique internal injury. The blood is boiling and the body temperature cannot be lowered. The whole person is in a coma.

This method was not left behind by my cousin.

Thinking about the people Ji Wuye has offended, I think it is very likely that you will do something. "

Mrs. Mingzhu put one hand on Luo Yan's chest, leaned forward slightly, and looked at Luo Yan with beautiful eyes, obviously very curious about Luo Yan's attack on Ji Yihu.

You really understand me... Luo Yan didn't hide it from Mrs. Mingzhu, and said: "It was indeed my people who tampered with the yin and yang curse on Ji Yihu. As expected, Ji Yihu will not survive this month. As for Ji Wuye, this is just incidental, keeping him will be a disaster after all, so it is better to get rid of him earlier."

"You don't have to worry about him jumping over the wall in a hurry."

Mrs. Mingzhu turned her face slightly, and gently held the hair beside her cheek with her slender hand, revealing her perfect face. Her eyes seemed to look at Luo Yan with a hint of reminder.

After a pause, he continued:

"There are many ways to deal with Ji Wuye. Rather than using rough methods like yours, I think you should poison him."

"Ji Wuye has achieved great success. Ordinary poisons should be ineffective."

Luo Yan frowned and said.

Naturally, he also considered poisoning, but later decided to give up because he felt it was unreliable.

In Qin Shi's world, the deterrent effect of poison was average. It might be powerful against ordinary people, but it seemed a bit useless against experts.

In contrast, poisonous poisons are more distinctive, but special poisonous poisons are generally extremely difficult to refine.

It seems wasteful to use it against Ji Wuye, and it also requires preparation, which is undoubtedly a waste of time.

In contrast, it would be easier to be brutal.

"Why don't you ask me? I have many ways to kill Ji Wuye."

Mrs. Mingzhu leaned over Luo Yan's arms, gently tapped Luo Yan's lips with her fingers, and said coquettishly. Her charming eyes could really absorb people's essence.

Um...can I say I forgot?

Luo Yan really didn't think about Mrs. Mingzhu. At that time, he just laid a hidden secret to deal with Ji Yihu. Until now, he dismissed Ji Wuye.

At this point, it is obviously unnecessary to use such despicable tactics.

Luo Yan has a hundred ways to kill Ji Wuye, it's just a question of how much it will cost.

Even so, Luo Yan asked curiously: "Do you have a way to deal with him?"

"Ha~"

Mrs. Mingzhu showed a seductive smile, stood up slowly, stepped on the expensive plush carpet with her delicate feet, slowly twisted her waist and walked towards the counter not far away, her long hair fell behind her, reaching her waist, slender Her straight long legs, even without wearing high heels, still have the grace to walk on the stage.

It's unbearable to divert attention.

Luo Yan was not fascinated. The more he watched it, the more he would naturally become immune.

He is now more curious about what means Madam Mingzhu has to deal with Ji Wuye. Listening to Madam Mingzhu's tone, it seems that it is easy to deal with Ji Wuye.

It didn't take long for Luo Yan.

A moment later, Mrs. Mingzhu returned with an exquisite wooden box. Covering the spring light with one hand, she handed the box to Luo Yan and said softly: "The things inside are left by my cousin. "

Bai Yifei?

Luo Yan raised his brows slightly and reached out to take it. He opened it without any precautions. He trusted his woman unconditionally.

It's like trusting your own brother.

The wooden box had no mechanism, or the mechanism had been unlocked by Madam Mingzhu. Luo Yan just opened it gently and saw the item inside, an ice blue crystal, which was extremely unique.

"This is?"

Luo Yan couldn't help but look at Mrs. Mingzhu and asked in confusion.

"My cousin specially prepared it for Ji Wuye. Ji Wuye is so accomplished in external skills that ordinary weapons are ineffective against him. He can even resist internal energy. He has not tested it specifically. The two have never fought against each other, but Ji Wuye He knows what the external skills practiced by Wu Ye are, so he specially prepared an ice crystal for this purpose, which can be used to destroy his external skills as long as it is penetrated into his body during the fight."

Mrs. Mingzhu looked at the items in the box, seemed to think of something, and chuckled.

Your cousin is really vicious, and everyone is on guard against him. Fortunately, I killed him as soon as possible!

Luo Yan couldn't help but continue to ask: "How did it fall into your hands?"

"How can this thing be so easy to refine? Many people died in order to make it. It contains pure yin and cold energy, which is designed to overcome the extreme strength and yang external strength."

Mrs. Mingzhu chuckled lightly, looked coldly, and said slowly.

There was a bit of coldness in his tone.

Obviously, many people died during the refining process of this ice crystal, and the people who died were probably the maids in the palace.

Bai Yifei died well!

Luo Yan muttered in his heart, it was all Bai Yifei's fault for making Mrs. Mingzhu become evil. If Mrs. Mingzhu had met him when she was only twenty-eight years old, there would never have been Mrs. Mingzhu today. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but put his arms around Mrs. Mingzhu's breasts. He held her in his arms, gently slid across her cheek, and said softly: "Don't think about the past, it's all in the past, I will be there in the future~"

"Yeah~"

Mrs. Mingzhu's beautiful eyes softened, she leaned into Luo Yan's arms and responded softly.

Another moment passed.

Madam Mingzhu suddenly asked: "Luo Lang, will you marry me in the future?"

I don’t know... Luo Yan said firmly: "I will definitely do it, as long as you are willing!"

Of course, if Mrs. Mingzhu doesn't want to work with Yifu, it's not Luo Yan's problem.

. . . . . . . . .

It's getting dark.

Luo Yan and Mrs. Mingzhu were together, and the atmosphere was extremely ambiguous. On the other side, the General's Mansion was extremely depressed.

Because Ji Yihu could hardly hold on anymore and was not far away from taking his last breath.

This era is not modern after all.

When a person does not eat, then this person is undoubtedly infinitely close to death. As for using the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to achieve the state of inescaping, that is also worthy of human beings. At least the current Ji Yihu does not have this ability, even if it is intact. He couldn't do this either.

"Dad, am I going to die..."

When he was dying, Ji Yihu's head was full of confusion. He looked at Ji Wuye beside the bed in confusion, and spoke intermittently in a low and low voice.

Ji Wuye held Ji Yihu's hand tightly and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk nonsense, dad will not let you die."

"Dad, I'm not willing to give in. I haven't married Princess Honglian yet!"

Ji Yihu said in a daze, his head was already burned at the moment.

Ji Wuye's eyes were gloomy and violent, and he held Ji Yihu's hand tightly without saying a word. He didn't know what to say. All the doctors in Korea could not cure Ji Yihu's disease, which made him have some psychological problems. Be prepared, sad but also a little crazy and desperate.

Ji Yihu died, what should Princess Honglian do? How could he become a noble if he didn't marry Princess Honglian!

Now South Korea has accepted the imperial seal from Qin.

It is undoubtedly impossible to conspire to usurp the throne. It will only give Qin an excuse to send troops. What's more, even if we take ten thousand steps back, such a thing is impossible.

The vassal states would not allow anyone to do such a thing. After all, Ji Wuye was not from the royal family.

Is it possible that I need to go into battle in person? !

Ji Wuye's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but think that if this was the case, this would undoubtedly be a bit difficult and difficult to operate. At least until Han Fei died, it would be difficult to accomplish this kind of thing, even with Han Yu's support.

Then Han Wangan is not dead after all.

Marrying Ji Yihu and marrying Ji Wuye are undoubtedly two different things.

After all, this era was somewhat influenced by Confucianism.

We chatted about these two sentences.

Ji Yihu passed out again, and this time, his breath was even more depressed. It was obvious that that day was not far away. His skinny body had little vitality left, and his pulse seemed to be the same as that of an elderly person. This already explained many problems. .

Yin Yang Forbidden Technique is undoubtedly the authority in this regard.

It's really easy to kill someone if you really want to!

"If my son dies, you won't even be able to live!"

Ji Wuye stood up slowly, his violent aura getting stronger and stronger. He glanced coldly at the kneeling doctor not far away and warned in a deep voice.

Losing a son in middle age was undoubtedly a blow to Ji Wuye.

But Ji Wuye started from scratch after all, so he would not lose his mind due to this blow.

After all, he loves himself more than this son.

To him, his son had never been more than a tool.

The doctors kneeling on the ground were trembling and silent until Ji Wuye walked out of the spacious palace.

The layout of the General's Palace is not much weaker than that of the Han Palace.

…

at the same time.

On a dimly lit rooftop outside the temple.

Mo Crow and Bai Feng were sitting on it, admiring the night while guarding the safety of the mansion.

"Ji Yihu probably won't last a few more days, and those doctors are probably going to die."

Bai Feng's eyes were a little gloomy and he said slowly.

Seeing those doctors who were dying, he couldn't help but feel a little sad because he and Mo Ya were never like this, they had no control over life or death.

"When you have time to worry about other people's lives and deaths, it's better to think about your own future."

Mo Ya heard this and chuckled.

He doesn't sympathize with those doctors. Although they are innocent, after you really see through life and death, you will find that human life is just that, and whether it is precious or not depends on the person.

Just like people killing animals, in the eyes of some people, you have never been less than an animal.

Killing chickens, fish, pigs...is there any difference between killing people?

The difference you call is just the moral restraint learned since childhood. But in this troubled world, what does human life mean?

Really worthless.

"Future? What future can I have?"

Bai Feng frowned and looked at Mo Ya, wondering what Mo Ya meant by this sentence.

Didn't Mo Crow hate him thinking about this before?

Why did you suddenly ask him again?

Mo Crow looked at the dark sky and was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and said with a carefree smile: "Don't you always want to go out and see? See the vastness of this world!"

"what happened?"

Bai Feng suddenly felt that Mo Ya was a little weird, and asked with a frown.

If nothing happened, why would Mo Ya say this to himself.

Because of Ji Yihu?

Or is it because of Luo Yan?

Mo Ya narrowed his eyes and sighed softly: "I'm really tired of it. Sometimes it's good to change my life."

"Mo Crow, what happened to you?!"

Bai Feng felt that Mo Ya was a little strange more and more.

"I miss women..."

Mo Crow sighed.

Bai Feng:......

He was speechless for a moment, choked to death by Mo Crow's words.