Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

"Jiu'er asked Mr. Mo to touch your sleeping hole."

"Taking acupoints from a distance? I didn't expect that Mo Xuan's martial arts could be so advanced at such a young age." Emperor Huiwen asked, "What happened?"

"You're in a state of 'drunk love'."

"The secret poison of Juechen Palace that has been lost for more than a hundred years?" Seeing Leng Yi nodding solemnly, Emperor Huiwen immediately thought of something and sat upright: "Jiu'er knows?"

Leng Yi nodded and then shook his head: "Jiu'er didn't know you were poisoned at first. It must be because of other reasons. Also, Jiu'er has ordered General Mighty to temporarily take over the post of commander of the Imperial Guard."

"Did Jiu'er notice something?"

"That's what I think too. But what I'm more worried about is that Jiu'er knew that she needed the 'Xiang Si Kou' on Xueyun Peak as a medicine to detoxify you, and she cried and begged me to let her go."

After hearing this, Emperor Huiwen's face showed unprecedented tension and fear: "We must not let Jiu'er go! Xueyun Peak is dangerous and difficult. If something happens to her, how can we face him under Jiuquan in the future?

?”

"You also know that Jiu'er has a stubborn temper, and she never changes her decision easily." Leng Yi smiled bitterly: "And after hearing that you fell into 'drunk love', you know what I saw in Jiu'er's eyes.

? Murderous, bloodthirsty and murderous! Although it only lasted a short moment."

It seems that what happened last night is not as simple as it seems. Otherwise, how could Jiu'er, who has always been elegant and gentle, have such a heart-rending anger?

For a moment, both of them were silent.

In the Yanqing Palace, the imperial concubine, Sima Chun and Lin Bingquan sat across from each other, all with serious and gloomy expressions. What happened today was obviously beyond their expectation, as well as the attitude of the ninth princess...

And every time the imperial concubine thought of what that bitch had said, she would gnash her teeth with hatred.

At the same time, in the main room of the Protector's Mansion.

A woman wearing a pink gauze dress, who looked almost the same as Li Feixue but had a gentle temperament, looked at Li Zhengxun and Li Feixue sitting at the table and asked eagerly: "Did the emperor grant a marriage? Who is the consort?"

"

After looking at his silent father, Li Feixue turned to his twin sister Li Feishuang and shook his head. The charming and arrogant look on his face during the day was gone.

"What's going on?"

Li Feixue recounted what happened during the day.

"In other words, there is no marriage or consort?"

"The Ninth Princess has reached the age of hairpin, so the marriage cannot be delayed." Li Zhengxun's handsome and masculine face was full of eyes, and his whole body was filled with the edge of having spent half his life on the battlefield: "Shuang'er, be prepared. Once the emperor grants the marriage, you can go.

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"No! I don't want it!" Li Feishuang's face suddenly turned as pale as snow: "Dad, I am your biological daughter, the daughter of a noble protector of the country, why should I enter the house as a concubine for that person? Why?"

"Shuang'er, this is the unshirkable responsibility of the Li family, you..."

"You only have responsibilities in your heart, have you ever cared about my feelings?" Li Feishuang asked hoarsely: "What's so good about her? The emperor dotes on her, everyone gives in to her, and even you have to sacrifice my happiness to protect her!

He’s just a bastard without a father and mother..."

A crisp sound of 'pop' interrupted Li Feishuang's hysteria.

"You hit me? You hit me for an outsider?" Li Feishuang opened her eyes wide and stared at Li Zhengxun, who had his right hand raised high. Tears of grievance and resentment ran across his red and swollen cheeks: "I hate you, I hate you!" Crying

Shouting and running out of the room.

"Shuang'er----" Li Zhengxun slumped down on the wooden chair.

"Dad, my sister made a mistake because she was in a bad mood. Don't be angry." Li Feixue thought for a moment and said, "Dad, I'd better go."

Li Zhengxun looked in amazement at his little daughter whose character was very similar to his own.

"Sister is in such a state of mind. Even if she goes, I'm afraid she won't be able to meet dad's expectations and may even cause a lot of trouble." The most important thing is that she wants to see if the ninth princess is worth the sacrifice of the Li family.

Of course, Li Feixue only said this in her heart.

Li Zhengxun, who understood that what his youngest daughter said was true, sighed and said, "Go and prepare. Also, send someone to keep an eye on your sister. The ninth princess is not allowed to leave the house even half a step before her wedding."

"Yes, my daughter is resigning."

Night falls, and there are no stars or moon in the dark sky.

On the beam outside Lin Yuemei's boudoir in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Qingyun looked at the people in the room with a strange sneer on her lips.