Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 242 Young Master's Body is Delicate and Soft, Not Easy to Push Down (9)

After a while.

The corners of Bei'er's mouth raised slightly, and his icy blue eyes were filled with happiness, and he moved his fingertips away from his wrist in satisfaction.

When I sent him back home today, I couldn't feel a beating pulse when I felt his pulse, but after some treatment just now, I could clearly feel a pulse.

Bei'er's hanging heart finally let go. Although she is a real god, she is not proficient in refining medicine and medicine. The treatment just now was performed according to the original memory of her original body. Fortunately, it worked.

She was sitting on a rosewood chair, holding her small chin, carefully observing the peerless young man who was still roaring in a low voice, and staring at his soul-stirring eyes, she couldn't help staring gradually...

The next day.

at dawn.

Sikong Zhao trembled his long eyelashes, and suddenly opened his cold moon-like pupils, and his pretty thin lips were pursed tightly.

Why did he wake up on the bed after the attack of cold poison this time, with his wrists and ankles carefully wrapped with bandages.

Moreover, after the attack of the cold poison this time, there was no heart-piercing sequelae as before. Compared with before, he didn't even feel the pain.

There was doubt in the cold and alienated eyes. In the past, Xue Fei and the others would only come in after he woke up and gave orders.

Let go of the chains of confinement for yourself, why did you decide this time without his permission.

The deep and cold voice came out with a hint of imperceptible anger: "Xuefei, come in."

Xue Fei, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, hurriedly opened the door and walked in.

Looking at Sikong Zhao sitting on the bed with joy on his expressionless face, he said in a respectful tone, "Sect Master, you are awake."

Half of Sikong Zhao's long black hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and some of them were barely tied up with a white jade hairpin.

A pair of cold moon-like eyes raised slightly, with a hint of desolation in his bones. At this moment, he was leaning against the side of the bed, his eyelids drooped, and his long black eyelashes fluttered slightly, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

The dark red tear mole at the corner of the eye is red and shiny, just like its owner's bloodthirsty.

Suddenly his chin lifted slightly, his lips were as red as blood, and his wrists and ankles were wrapped in white bandages.

Xue Fei raised his eyes to look at him, Sikong Zhao was full of carelessness and laziness, and there was a faint coldness all over his body, which made this picture of beauty even more difficult for him to take his eyes off.

My heart started beating wildly.

The master of the door is too beautiful, I have been with him for ten years, and I find that I am still not immune to this kind of beauty.

Suddenly, Sikong Zhao casually glanced at the dormitory with his cold moon-like pupils.

Then, he froze, his eyes fixed on several jasper vases and a letter on the table in the distance, suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his red lips curled up, and his long black eyelashes trembled slightly , "Xue Fei, how did I get on the bed?"

Xue Fei opened his eyes wide in surprise, only to realize that no one had come in to untie the door master, he knelt heavily on the ground with a "bang" for a moment, without a word of excuse, "Master door master, light punishment."

Sikong Zhao's eyelids drooped down, covering the deep emotions in his eyes, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Bring me the things on the table."

Xue Fei looked sideways at the only rosewood table in the room, and found that there were some porcelain bottles and a letter on it. Feelings of self-blame and annoyance filled his heart little by little. Someone entered the bedroom of the door master, and they killed a group of None of the dozen or so people noticed.

Even if the sect master doesn't punish them, they have to go to the execution hall to plead guilty.

Fortunately, nothing happened to the sect master. If something happened, they could all commit suicide by taking the blame.

Sikong Zhao took the letter from Xue Fei with his thin fingertips, and gently opened it.

Seeing the very strong font on the letter paper with the eyes like the cold moon, it gave him the feeling that it was as graceful as a dragon, as graceful as a frightened bird, and also a little bit tense.

Presumably this person's character must be very bold and uninhibited, arrogant and unassuming, and the city is deep.

After Sikong Zhao carefully read the contents of the letter, the smile on the corner of his mouth became wider unconsciously.

Zhanxinjia:
Presumably Zhaoer must be guessing who I am?
In fact, you don't need to guess at all, because I didn't deliberately hide my identity at all.

I left a total of seven bottles of pills on the table, and they were all marked with numbers. For each bottle marked with one, two, and three, you only need to eat two pills. Take three pills every now and then, and number seven is not for eating, but just one drop in the water when you take a bath.

Remember not to eat too much, you will die if you eat too much.

A week later, I will come back to treat you with silver needles, and arrange your nails in the dark. I really don’t want to come to you like a thief, so my future husband should not be so moved that his nose runs. It's all what I should do.

After reading it, Sikong Zhao folded up the letter carefully, and said softly to Xue Fei, "Put it in the square mirror for me."

Xue Fei took the letter in surprise, not understanding why the letter was put into the square mirror, he had many doubts in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask clearly.

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The palace of the empress dowager.

With a tired face, Bei Er let the male servants help her put on the royal dowager's court gown. Last night, she gave Sikong Zhao the acupuncture treatment and didn't come back until Yinshi. She was woken up by Ling Xing as soon as she fell asleep.

Because she had to go to court at Maoshi, she had to go as the empress dowager, she put her small plain hand on her lips, and yawned softly.

It was the first time that Ling Xing saw the empress dowager get up so late. In the past, she didn't need a female officer to wake her up. Today, she called for a long time before she woke up the sleeping empress dowager.

Bei Er sat in front of the bronze mirror.

Ling Xing, who was standing behind her, began to comb her black and shiny hair with a jade comb. After a while, her dexterous hands tied a flying bun for her. Looking at the yawning Bei'er, she couldn't help but speak worriedly. Asked: "Your Highness, why are you so tired today? In the past, Xing'er didn't need to wake you up. In the past, you always woke up at the sound of Yinshi's bell."

Bei'er held one of her pink cheeks with her hand, and replied wearily: "Yesterday, in the dead of night, my highness went out to chase after her husband, and I came back after being tired all night at Yinshi, and I haven't just fallen asleep yet, you girl I just woke up His Highness, since I haven’t slept all night, I’m naturally not refreshed.”

"Who told His Highness not to sleep at night to chase after her husband?" Ling Xing had been by Bei'er's side since she was a child, and she couldn't help complaining a bit, skillfully inserted the phoenix hairpin, which represented the status of the emperor's daughter, in her hair, "His Highness has finished tidying up, let's drive to the Golden Luan Palace now, or we will be late if we don't go."

Bei'er nodded, and dragged his tired body to the Jinluan Hall.

At this time, all the ministers had arrived, and when they saw Bei Er coming in, they all knelt on the ground and shouted in unison: "The empress dowager is a thousand years old."

(End of this chapter)