Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

"What a fool who succeeds more than he does!" The prime minister tore the secret report into pieces, and his face was filled with viciousness and murderous intent: "How dare you change the plan without authorization? Not only did you fail, but you also ruined what I had worked so hard to build.

A dark force has arisen, and it has implicated countless of my disciples, which makes me really angry! Where is that idiot?"

"Go back to the old man, he's dead."

"Where's death?"

"Yes." The housekeeper said tremblingly: "It is said that she ignited the fuel and wanted to die with the Ninth Princess and others, but for some reason she burned herself to death in the end, but the Ninth Princess and others were safe and sound."

The Prime Minister raised his eyebrows: "Fuel? How could that idiot have fuel? Why didn't such important news be reported to me in time?"

"This old slave doesn't know. Could it be that Su Jingru got it accidentally when she went on a mission this time and didn't have time to report it to the old man?"

"Nonsense!" The prime minister glared at the housekeeper: "That fool has been following me for a day or two. How could he not know that everything must be reported to me as soon as possible? He obviously deliberately concealed it! And as far as I know, only Zhou and Liang have

There is very little fuel in Jin, so where did that idiot get it? Could it be..."

Speaking of this, a thought suddenly flashed in the prime minister's mind, and he immediately denied himself: Su Jingru was a killer he had trained since childhood, how could she betray him? Unfortunately, Su Jingru was already dead, so there was no way to find out where she got the fuel, otherwise

He must be as powerful as a tiger and invincible.

"Old Master, do you want to send someone else to replace Su Jingru and continue to implement the plan? And if the emperor really investigates those officials thoroughly, we..."

"A thorough investigation will inevitably cause turmoil in the government and the public. Your Majesty is not that stupid." A glimmer of light flashed in the Prime Minister's eyes: "Is there any clue to that matter?"

"Huh?" The Prime Minister's topic changed so quickly that the housekeeper didn't turn around for a moment, but he reacted again in a moment: "Back to the old man, the servant on duty that night insisted until his death that he fell asleep because of laziness. As for how it caused the incident in the study

They were unaware of the fire, and the secret guards also said that they did not see anyone entering or leaving the study. The old slave investigated and found that except for the eldest young master, the other masters were not there that night."

"Continue to investigate, be sure to find out who stole the important items in the secret room of the study? Report it immediately after finding out, and don't alert the snake!" If it weren't for his order, Tao'er never entered the study, so it couldn't be Tao'er.

"Old slave, I obey!"

"By the way, where is Jinpeng?"

"Yesterday, the master sent a message saying that he had discovered the traces of the purple guards. In order to prevent the purple guards from noticing, the master temporarily stopped the plan."

After hearing this, the prime minister looked stern: "The Ninth Princess is really cunning. On the surface, she asked the purple guards to investigate the girl's disappearance, but in fact, she secretly visited officials from various places. I actually underestimated her! Tell Jinpeng, you must be more careful not to let the purple guards.

We can see some clues, otherwise we will lose all our efforts. In addition, we cannot count on the imperial concubine and Prince Chun, so he must make preparations in advance."

"Yes." The steward asked cautiously: "Does the old master want to give up the imperial concubine and Prince Chun?"

After picking up the tea on the table and taking a sip, the Prime Minister gave the housekeeper a cold look. His sinister look immediately frightened the housekeeper. He was about to kneel down and beg the Prime Minister to forgive him for his transgression. There was a strange feeling in the coldness.

A voice came to my ears: "Inform the hidden stake in Beiyuan County and try to tell Amugu Lang about the ninth princess going to Zhou Kingdom."

What a great trick to kill someone with a borrowed knife!

It was said that Amuguro was both lustful and ruthless. No matter how cunning the Ninth Princess was, once she fell into his hands, she would not be able to return to the capital even if she did not die. The housekeeper, who deeply admired the old man's resourcefulness, bowed respectfully and left.

At the same time, outside the Feiwu Pavilion of Prince Chun's Mansion, Mingyue looked around vigilantly and then quietly entered the bedroom, poured some powder into the teacup on the table, shook it well, and then left without knowing anything.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he sneaked to the door of the courtyard, he saw Lin Yiwei and her personal maid Xiaolin standing quietly outside the door. Her beautiful face had an indifferent and cold look, but her eyes were as deep as ink.

After looking at the few slaves in the courtyard who were unaware, and then at Mingyue who was pretending to be calm, Lin Yiwei turned around and left without saying a word.

Following closely behind Lin Yiwei, Mingyue felt uneasy and confused: Isn't Concubine Lin resting? How could she come to Feiwu Pavilion?

Returning to Mengwei Pavilion, Xiaolin retreated with a group of slaves and closed the door tightly. Lin Yiwei walked to the embroidery stand and sat down, immersing herself in the unfinished embroidery. Her tone was as indifferent as her own:

"What are you doing in Feiwu Pavilion?"

"Slave, slave, I didn't do anything."

"Yeah?"

The sound that did not rise at all made Mingyue tremble involuntarily. She hurriedly knelt on the ground and said as if she was dead: "Concubine Qing died unjustly. Please forgive Concubine Lin for your eagerness for revenge. In the next life, I will be a cow and a horse, and I will repay Lin."

Concubine Lin's kindness!" Although Concubine Lin was kind to her, she had to avenge her sister's revenge.

Slightly raising her head and glancing at the resentful Mingyue, Lin Yiwei resumed her embroidery work. When the last stitch was completed, her green-white hands rubbed the vigorous and straight ink bamboo, and said lightly: "Remember: you have been embroidering all day long.

I'm serving my concubine's embroidery, and I haven't gone anywhere!"

"Concubine Lin..." Mingyue stared at Lin Yiwei blankly, and kowtowed three times: "Concubine Lin's kindness and kindness will never be forgotten by this servant!"

"She is not as simple as you think, otherwise the Ninth Princess would not have touched her so far. You must remember not to act rashly in the future. As for that person, I have already dealt with it, so you can rest assured." Lin Yiwei warned her with a rare kindness.

One sentence.

Mingyue looked suffocated after hearing this. It turned out that Concubine Lin had known everything for a long time, so she would bring her back in time. Otherwise, she would probably end up like her sister.

"I will definitely remember Concubine Lin's teachings!"

Lin Yiwei turned a deaf ear to Mingyue's gratitude, and her eyes always fell softly on the ink bamboo: The journey here is long and dangerous, are you okay?

At this time, Zhang Lianwu returned to the Feiwu Pavilion bedroom and sat at the table. He took the tea from his personal maid Bizhu and drank it slowly. His starry watery eyes were bottomless, with an indifferent expression and he didn't know what he was thinking.

When Bizhu was refilling her second cup of tea, Sima Chun suddenly walked in with a sinister look on his face. Looking at her leisurely drinking tea, he couldn't help but feel angry for no reason.

It was a rare opportunity to go to Beijing on business and earn merit. His father did not consider it at all. He did not say anything, and because the officials below repeatedly reprimanded him for his poor control, even the courtiers criticized him a lot. Now he

He only holds the title of prince but has no real power. The most important thing is that Jiu'er is becoming more and more alienated from him. If things go on like this, won't his many years of hard work and careful planning be in vain?

No! Jiu'er belongs to him, and that position also belongs to him. No one can take it away from him!

Thinking of this, the gloom and viciousness on Sima Chunjunya's face became as cold as snow. It could be seen that Zhang Lianwu was still carefree and always turned a blind eye to him. She suddenly became furious. The woman in front of him kept saying that she would help him win back Jiu.

His son's heart helped him win that position, but he has yet to take any action.

On the contrary, after marrying her, he had a lot of bad luck. He was like a disaster star. However, his martial arts skills were not as good as hers, so he had to smash the precious utensils in the house wantonly. When he was done, he didn't feel relieved. He kicked over the table with his foot.

The tea set fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, and the rich aroma of tea quickly spread.

Upon seeing this, Bizhu looked at Zhang Lianwu worriedly. When she saw her waving her hand, she called the servants to clean the room, then stepped back and closed the door.

The moment Sima Chun kicked the table over, Zhang Lianwu moved and sat beside the carved bed, looking at the crazy Sima Chun coldly, with undisguised contempt and disgust in his eyes.

It's just that he was temporarily neglected and lost his power. He is so frightened that Adou really can't afford it.

If it were that person, he would face it calmly, calm down and make a decision before taking action, and he would naturally become the final winner.

After suppressing his slightly restless mood, Zhang Lianwu looked at the crazy man who was still destroying the furnishings in the room, and said coldly: "Have you had enough trouble, Your Majesty?"

Sima Chun couldn't help but look startled when he heard this. He tore up the last famous painting and slowly turned around to glare at Zhang Lianwu, who had a cold face, with venom in his gloomy eyes.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you stop me?"

"Your Majesty, if you want to vent your anger and go to the training room, or ask the emperor to restore your real power, what kind of man do you think you are if you go crazy in the room of your concubine?"

"you......"

Hearing Zhang Lianwu Chi Guoguo's sarcasm, Sima Chun suddenly became angry and raised his hand to slap her hard. He was also concerned about her martial arts skills, so he put down his hand angrily and clenched it into a fist, staring at her with evil eyes.

He said disdainfully: "It's a pity that in your heart

That man didn't even look at you. Speaking of which, you are even more pitiable than me, but that's right. A woman like you who regards yourself as noble and has a vicious heart would be afraid of being avoided by any man. No wonder he...

....”

"Shut up!" Zhang Lianwu's face suddenly turned cold and cold after being stabbed in the painful spot by Sima Chun, with anger and cruelty flashing in his gloomy eyes. He stood up and wanted to teach Sima Chun a lesson, but suddenly he realized that his whole body was so weak.

What was even more frightening was that an unfamiliar hot feeling seemed to gradually rise from the deepest part of her body, rising higher and higher continuously, as if millions of ants were scratching her body, making her feel unbearable, and her heartbeat gradually accelerated erratically.

Although she had never experienced it personally, Zhang Lianwu, who was ice-snowy and smart, immediately realized that she had been hit by a love potion. She had obviously been fine before, and tea...she only used tea after she came back! I thought.

Zhang Lianwu, who knew the cause of the matter, had a cold and bloodthirsty glint in his eyes. If he dared to plot against her, he was looking for death!

Normally she could use her internal strength to suppress it, but now she couldn't. It was obvious that Ruanjinsan was mixed into the love medicine. She felt that the heat wave in her body was almost engulfing her, and even her breath was extremely hot.

I opened my mouth to call out to Bizhu, but I couldn't help it, and I couldn't help but panic.

Knowing that she was ridiculing Zhang Lianwu like that, she would definitely become angry. Sima Chun, who had already prepared a counterattack, didn't see Zhang Lianwu make any move for a long time. Instead, he lay on his back on the bed, his hands kept pulling on the clothes on his body, and his fair face was filled with anger.

Rose Crimson: "What kind of fun are you playing?"

"roll......"

Hearing Sima Chun's inquiry, Zhang Lianwu, who still had a trace of reason, glared at him who was confused and mocking. The sullen and angry voice she gritted her teeth not only had no deterrent effect, but sounded more like invitation and coquettishness to Sima Chun's ears.

.

Looking at Zhang Lianwu, who had eyes as silky as silk, voice as chirping as insects, and as charming and enchanting as peach blossoms blooming in spring, Sima Chun couldn't help but feel distraught. He had never tasted that kind of hearty love since Mei'er and Concubine Qing died.

The taste, and then thinking about her always being strong and indifferent, thinking that she was obviously married to him, but she was thinking about other men...

Sima Chun walked to the bedside in a few steps, looked down at Zhang Lianwu, whose eyes were full of panic, and asked knowingly: "Isn't it difficult? Then please beg me, maybe I will condescend to help you if I feel soft-hearted.

, otherwise you will wait for your blood vessels to burst and die. You must know that this is the palace, but no man dares to touch the concubine of the palace, hahahaha..."

"You..." Staring at Sima Chun with wide eyes, Zhang Lianwu wanted to tear him to pieces with a sinister smile on his face.

Seeing that there was still a trace of viciousness and contempt in Zhang Lianwu's increasingly misty eyes, Sima Chun couldn't help but get furious: "Didn't you say that I am not a man? I want you to see what a man is now!"

After saying that, he tore up her already disheveled dress. Looking at the white body with pink skin, Sima Chun's pupils suddenly shrank. He felt that the blood all over his body was gathering in one place, and he couldn't wait to take off his clothes.

He leaned over and pressed on the tall clothes, and walked straight into the narrow corridor without any preamble, ignoring Zhang Lianwu's expression that was ferociously twisted due to pain, and struck hard without any sympathy...

Zhang Lianwu's mind was already engulfed by the heat and desire in her body. Her legs were wrapped around Sima Chun's waist, and she flew with him to the clouds and fell to the bottom again and again.

Until the sun sets in the west, the sunset lights up the sky, and the fierce battle between the two people on the bed ceases.

Zhang Lianwu, who regained consciousness, kicked Sima Chun out of bed with a satisfied look on his face, glaring at him with a charming look on his face that revealed venom and malice.

Sima Chun, who was caught off guard, fell to the ground with a bang. He couldn't help but look at Zhang Lianwu tightly wrapped in brocade quilt on the bed, and said sternly: "I kindly gave you the antidote for the medicine. Instead of being grateful, you dare to kick me."

I got out of bed, it’s so presumptuous! Don’t forget, I am your man!” Then he stood up slowly.

"roll!"

"You..." Seeing the cold murderous intent in Zhang Lianwu's eyes, Sima Chun trembled involuntarily, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on quickly, then mocked: "I can't tell you usually think of yourself as aloof.

, but she is so coquettish and hungry in bed, but it is a pity that she is not half as good as Meier and Concubine Qing!" Without waiting for her reaction, he turned and left.

Staring angrily at Sima Chun's back, Zhang Lianwu's cold eyes flashed with bone-gnawing resentment and murderous intent.