Reborn group favorite: The prince and I are enemies

"Tomorrow morning, I want to see Mr. Gu's relics, otherwise, I will kill you!" Finally, Yu Qinghuan cut off the rope that tied Wei Shu.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the rope was broken, Wei Shu's whole body collapsed toward her.

Yu Qinghuan was unsteady and was almost bent by him. Just as he was about to subconsciously push away, he heard Wei Shu say: "The thing is on my waist, you can take it yourself."

"Get up first! Don't you know your own weight?" Yu Qinghuan tried her best to push him away, but was once again pressed by him and unable to stand upright.

"Auntie, shouldn't you first pull out the silver needle stuck in my body?" Wei Shu said feebly as he lay paralyzed on Yu Qinghuan's body.

Yu Qinghuan was worried that Wei Shu would change his mind once he pulled out Wei Shu's needle, so he had no choice but to lift Wei Shu up and reach for his waist to look for the things he had taken away.

"On the right." Wei Shu said.

"Don't tell me sooner."

Yu Qinghuan had no choice but to reach out to Wei Shu's right waist to look for it. She was focused on looking for something and didn't feel there was anything wrong with her behavior until Wei Shu's voice rang in her ears.

"How's it going? I'm in pretty good shape, right?"

Yu Qinghuan was startled, and then she realized that there was something wrong with her behavior. She quickly pulled out the thing from Wei Shu's waist and dodged to avoid Wei Shu's suppression.

Just like that, Wei Shu fell to the ground with a "bang", and he couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"Little fox, you committed murder!"

Yu Qinghuan put away the dagger, looked at Wei Shu who was lying on the ground in unbearable pain, took a deep breath, resisted the urge to stab him to death, and said with a deep smile: "Now that I have got the thing, do you want to die or not?" Life depends on your destiny."

After saying that, Yu Qinghuan turned and left with a smile, leaving Wei Shu alone lying on the ground half-dead.

"Little fox, won't you take the other half?" Wei Shu chuckled and said, his voice was as weak as the wind coming in through the skylight of the cell.

Yu Qinghuan paused, gritted her teeth for the last time, and turned back: "Is it fun?"

Wei Shu raised his lips: "It seems that you still have too little experience in the world of martial arts. If I give it all to you, will I still have a chance to survive?"

Yu Qinghuan sat on the chair used by the jailer to rest, and slowly opened the thing left by Gu Hanzhang - it was a poppy fruit, the shape and size of which was the same as the thing she first received from Yao Niang, but she saw The fruit was half dry, with blood stains still on it.

Poppy, how could it be a poppy?

Yu Qinghuan held the poppy seed tightly, and the condensed blood seemed to be a hot brand, leaving a deep mark on her heart, which was engraved in her heart.

Because that is what an upright and kind-hearted person sacrificed his life to give.

"What is the other half?" Yu Qinghuan looked at Wei Shu and asked him.

Wei Shu did not answer her question directly, but just said: "As you can see, I am now a person who has lost half my life. The silver needle pricked my acupuncture points so painfully, and the internal injuries I suffered from the sneak attack are also very serious. I really need the care of a gentle and lovely woman who is skilled in medicine."

Yu Qinghuan felt that his teeth were numb and sore, and he had goosebumps all over his body: "What kind of martial arts leader do you call yourself, commanding all the heroes in the world? It sounds awesome, but weren't you solved by King Qi with one move?"

Wei Shu stretched out his hand to cover his chest, and his voice was as weak as encouragement: "Little fox, I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding about that fake husband. Don't look at his gentle appearance. When it comes to martial arts and bravery, I’m afraid that the whole Great Qin will be hard pressed to find an opponent.”

"So, he can change his name to Changsun Qiufei, and you can call him Wei Qiusheng?" Yu Qinghuan collected the poppy seed, stood up, and then squatted next to Wei Shu, first poured a medicine into him, and then Then he removed the needle stuck in his body, "Or maybe Wei won?"

After the silver needle was removed, Wei Shu closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing for a moment. His complexion improved a lot. He stared at Yu Qinghuan and asked with such coldness and sinisterness: "After you get the medicinal materials, don't you rush to find your fake husband to develop it?" Antidote?"

Yu Qinghuan shook his sleeves: "Wei Shu, Emperor Jiayou, the Yu family, and Prince Qi's palace, whose enemy are you? And whose ally are you?"

Wei Shu raised his lips: "Why do you ask this?"

Yu Qinghuan laughed softly: "No, I just think it's a coincidence. Poppy poppies do have antitussive, antidiarrheal, analgesic, sedative and other effects, but unfortunately, its surname is Yu, and the symptoms it treats are also the same as this The symptoms of each plague are completely different."

Wei Shu chuckled softly: "Little fox, have you never asked patients whether they are in pain or not? There are many analgesic herbs. You are a doctor and you should know the value of poppies."

"So, are you a doctor?" Yu Qinghuan stared at him for a moment, her big and energetic eyes shining brightly.

There was finally a crack in Wei Shu's smile: "I'm not, but people in the world come and go, and their job is to lick blood from the edge of a knife. You have to know some pharmacological common sense, so that you can be prepared."

Yu Qinghuan raised her lips and looked at her with a half-smile: "Poppy poppies have many names in Da Qin, such as Li Chunhua, Sai Peony, Man Yuan Chun, Fairy Artemisia, Dancing Grass, etc. In the whole Da Qin, my maternal grandfather is the only one named It's called poppy grass, because my grandfather thinks that the flowers it blooms are like beauties. But when you heard me call it poppy grass, you weren't surprised at all. In this way, there is only one explanation, and that is you have a problem."

"Your problem is bigger." Wei Shu suddenly said this.

Yu Qinghuan frowned, and then heard Wei Shu say: "Just now we hugged each other and rubbed our ears and temples, and your fake husband saw it. Little fox, I advise you not to waste your time on me, hurry up. It's more important to think of countermeasures. It would be a pity if you lost your life like this."

"I know." Yu Qinghuan stared at him quietly, "But you said you were a fake husband, what does it matter if he sees you?"

Wei Shu sat on the ground, gave Yu Qinghuan a meaningful look, and finally slowly closed his eyes.

The expression seemed to be strategizing, but more like a vicious wolf hiding in the dark and quietly staring at its prey.

Yu Qinghuan held his hands, walked around Wei Shu, and finally left the cell.

Twilight is closing, and the sky is gradually falling.

In the yard, Yu Qinghuan raised his eyes to look at the sky. The last glow disappeared as the night fell, and a bright moon hung on the branches, pouring out the clear light without hesitation.

The room was lit, and warm orange light reflected on the window lattice.Changsun Tao was there, but she walked back and forth many times, but she didn't have the courage to step in. An inexplicable feeling of guilt filled her chest.

Finally, Yu Qinghuan took out the poppy fruit and pushed the door open.