The Rebirth of the National Goddess

"It's all like this, and you still say it's okay!" Zheng Chuyi put on a straight face, and instead of taking the kit from Qiu Se's hand, he held her arm and said with great concern, "Who told you two to take it on your own?" The harp? The left and right are just dead objects! Is it worth the two of you getting such serious injuries for it? Come on, I'll take you to heal your injuries." Yu Luo supported the two of them and walked upstairs.

These words almost touched the hearts of Qiu Se and Chang Yin.

Just because of these words, I feel that no matter how serious the injury is, it is worth it.

Zheng Chuyi has always been good at superficiality.

The art of language is used ingeniously.

With just a few words, she can use people to give her everything, even their lives, but those people are still grateful to her.

"What's going on here?" As soon as the three of them reached the stairs, they met Jiang Mubai who was going down.

Zheng Chuyi said, "Mubai, Qiu Se and Chang Yin are injured, you quickly take Chang Yin to heal their injuries, and I will take Qiu Se to heal their injuries."

"Okay." Jiang Mubai nodded, then helped Chang Yin to walk to the guest room.

"Be careful, where have you been? How could you be so seriously injured?" Jiang Mubai frowned slightly.

"Brother Jiang, do you need my help?" Shangguan Xiaoxiao came out of nowhere and asked with a smile on his face.

"No need, where did you come from, and where are you going back." Jiang Mubai refused expressionlessly.

These days, he was really stalked by Shangguan Xiaoxiao.

"Hey," Shangguan Xiaoxiao said jokingly, "Brother Jiang, are you sure you want me to leave? This person was injured by the white tiger of the ten great beasts. If it weren't for our Shangguan family's original secret medicine, I'm afraid he would die. I can't survive the night."

"Alas," said Shangguan Xiaoxiao pretending to sigh, "It's a pity, she died just like that at such a young age, what a pity..."

Saying that, he shook his head and left.

Injured by a white tiger?

Jiang Mubai looked at Chang Yin in disbelief, did he steal the fairy grass? For no reason, how could he be injured by the divine beast White Tiger?

Looking at the scars behind him, although they are very ferocious and the bones are clearly visible, they don't look like tiger paw prints either.

Moreover, in this secular world, how could the ancient mythical beast, the white tiger, travel?

Jiang Mubai didn't take Shangguan Xiaoxiao's words to heart, turned around and took Chang Yin to the guest room, helped him lie down on the bed, and then found a pill to apply on him.

At this time, Chang Yin had lost consciousness and was comatose on the bed.

On the other side, after Qiu Se handed the kit to Zheng Chuyi, she also passed out.

Zheng Chuyi called a servant to wipe the wound on Qiu Se's face, and then walked out the door with a cold expression.

It was in stark contrast to the anxious look just now.

Calculating the time, Mrs. Mo and Mo Feixue should also arrive.

Sure enough, as soon as she went downstairs, a servant came to inform her.

"Miss Zheng, Miss Mo brought the old lady here, just outside the door, do you see me or not?"

The corners of Zheng Chuyi's mouth raised a slight arc, "See, invite them in and treat them with the best Ziding Yunwu tea. I'll come later. If they smell it, just say, I'm not in good health. Nurturing."

"Yes," the servant replied, then turned and left.

Zheng Chuyi stroked her long hair, then turned and walked to the other side.

She has already said that one day, she will return to Mo's house and take the supreme position. Look, isn't this day coming?

Not only did she go back, but Mrs. Mo personally came to pick her up.

This feeling is really good.

Didn't Mrs. Mo look down on her? Isn't it disregarding the relationship between mother and daughter for many years?

But in the end, don't you still ask her?

What can that lowly layman do to help her?

Today, I want to let her know who is the head of the Mo family.

Who can bring endless glory to the Mo family!

Zheng Chuyi walked unhurriedly to her room.

After returning to the house, she first changed her clothes in a leisurely manner, then burned incense to clean her hands, and finally untied the kit and released the ancient harp.

It's really great, Konghou is back, and Mo Zhixuan is hers again.

Moreover, she is the reincarnation of an empress!

He is destined to dominate the Three Realms.

Zheng Chuyi walked slowly to the harp, slowly raised her hand, and plucked the strings.

There was silence.

The cold strings made no sound.

Zheng Chuyi's complexion gradually became ugly, her beautiful eyes were narrowed, and the dark light inside was full of anger.

Unable to play the harp, how could she prove to everyone that the empress is the reincarnation?

It is clear that she could still sing in the past.

Now how to do?

Zheng Chuyi's fingers holding the strings were already bleeding, but she still didn't know it.

A little flustered and a little chaotic.

Especially when she thought that Mo Laofen and Mo Feixue were waiting for her in the front hall.

What did that damned layman do to Konghou?

Zheng Chuyi paced back and forth in the room——

After a while.

She just walked out of the room, her face was a little pale, her steps were a little weak, she looked very weak, "Aunt Mo, Sister Feixue, you are here." Yu Luo, still clutching a handkerchief, coughed softly.

"Chu Yi, what's wrong with you? I just heard from the servant that you are not in good health. How are you doing? Are you okay?" Mo Feixue asked nervously.

"It's okay," Zheng Chuyi smiled, "It's just a little cold, by the way, you and Aunt Mo are here today, what's the matter?"

She asked knowingly, and her purpose was to intentionally humiliate Mrs. Mo with her words.

Look at her face, does it hurt or not?

I'm so sleepy, I'm so sleepy, Deyin is going to sleep.