A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

"This is not your brother Yan!" The national teacher added fuel to the fire, with a sinister smile on his face and cunning in his eyes.

"Shut up!" Xiao Sizhe turned his head and yelled at him angrily: "If you hadn't planted the poison, how could Brother Yan become like this? Humph!" His eyes were wide open and the veins on his forehead bulged.

Emperor Yuxuan turned his head and stared at the Imperial Master fiercely. His gaze was like a sharp sword, as if he wanted to pierce through the Imperial Master. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Since you can turn it black, then you have the ability to turn it white! Turn it white and see if it is the prince?" Emperor Yuxuan clenched his fists and his body trembled slightly. It was obvious that he was extremely angry.

The Imperial Master said embarrassedly, "Your Majesty, there is someone else in this coffin. Besides, the prince was killed by a dagger, so his face is pale. How can it be black? I can't do anything about it!" Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his eyes flickered, and he dared not look directly at Emperor Yuxuan. Not to mention that this poison color cannot be faded, even if it can be faded, he can't do it.

Shui Qinglian stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, this poison cannot be diluted at all. The person who poisoned me is truly too vicious! The person was already dead, and he still gave me another injection of extremely severe poison!" Shui Qinglian's expression was serious, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of worry.

Emperor Yuxuan felt relieved after hearing this. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a hint of pride and coldness flashed in his eyes. Isn't this destined to kill him? Haha!

Xiao Sizhe stood up from the coffin, with his hands on his waist. His small body stood straight, and he glared at Emperor Yuxuan and shouted, "Just because they can't turn white doesn't mean I can't!!"

His little face turned red with anger, and his eyes seemed to be burning with two flames. His aura made people dare not underestimate it.

After hearing what Xiao Sizhe said, everyone was shocked. They looked at each other, their eyes full of astonishment and suspicion. No way, the so-called best doctor in the world couldn't do it, and this Xiao Sizhe actually said he could, this is really crazy.

Everyone was muttering to themselves, with different expressions. Some opened their mouths wide, unable to close them for a long time; some frowned, with disbelief on their faces; and some shook their heads, sighing that the child might have gone crazy.

The national teacher was stunned at first, then sneered: "Aha, you have blown this sheepskin to the sky. If you can turn white, I will call you Grandpa Grandpa, and from now on I will no longer be the national teacher, but your grandson!" His face was full of sneer, his chin raised high, and his eyes were full of disdain.

"The color of the skin attached to this poison cannot be removed even if you bleach it, and the more you bleach it, the darker it becomes! It can't turn white unless the moon hatches from the ground." The national teacher folded his hands in front of his chest, confidently believing that Xiao Sizhe was just dreaming.

Xiao Sizhe laughed loudly, and the laughter was crisp and loud, which was particularly abrupt in this tense atmosphere. "Such a simple thing, how could it be difficult for me? It's just to make his face whiter and restore it to its original appearance! There must be many ways to do it!"

He nodded slowly, and a wicked smile caught the eyes of the Imperial Master. That smile was a bit mysterious and cunning, which made the Imperial Master's heart skip a beat.

The Imperial Master took a step back in fear, thinking to himself: This little lunatic, we adults have no solution at all, but he said there are many ways? Could it be that he has supernatural powers?

Impossible, if he is not from Jinting, maybe he really has this ability? Thinking of this, the national teacher felt a little uneasy, but he didn't want to believe that Xiao Sizhe could really solve it, so he approached him cautiously and asked him: "Is there really a way to turn white?"

Xiao Sizhe wanted to tease him and kept him in suspense: "There must be many ways to turn white, but we can't think of them!" There was a hint of mischief in his eyes and the corners of his mouth were raised. He looked at the anxious and suspicious look of the national teacher and felt secretly proud in his heart.

After hearing his words, the Imperial Master was overjoyed, and then he shouted, "Your Majesty, let's make a bet with him. If he can turn the person in the coffin white, Your Majesty will let him sleep with the person in the coffin as long as he wants. If he can't, then destroy that person. What do you think, Your Majesty?"

As he spoke, he looked at Emperor Yuxuan with expectant eyes, feeling that he was sure to win and that Emperor Yuxuan would definitely do what he wanted.

Unexpectedly, Emperor Yuxuan said coldly: "Not very good! If he can't turn white, I want him to recite the whole Changsheng Jue! What do you think of Xiao Sizhe? Do you dare to bet?" Emperor Yuxuan's face was expressionless, his eyes were cold and sharp, staring at Xiao Sizhe closely, as if he wanted to see through his mind. In his heart, Changsheng Jue was still important.

Xiao Sizhe was slightly stunned, and he quickly calculated in his mind. He bit his lip, looked at Emperor Yuxuan firmly, and said, "Let's bet, who's afraid of who!" Although he was a little nervous, he decided to go all out in order to save Sikong Yan.

At this time, the atmosphere in Qingxin Cottage became increasingly tense. Concubine Wan twisted the handkerchief in her hands nervously, her eyes full of worry; Shui Qinglian and Xiao Sanlang looked at each other, worried about Xiao Sizhe; the ministers were whispering to one side, some thought that Xiao Sizhe was overestimating his own abilities, while others expected him to create a miracle.

A smug smile appeared on the face of the national teacher, and he thought to himself: This little brat is bound to fall this time.

Emperor Yuxuan put his hands behind his back, watching all this coldly, waiting for the outcome.

Xiao Sizhe took a deep breath, walked to the side of the coffin, and began to think about countermeasures. His brows were furrowed, his eyes were fixed on Sikong Yan's darkened face, and various methods flashed through his mind rapidly.

Xiao Sizhe stood beside the coffin, frowning deliberately as he thought, his head shaking from time to time, as if he was deliberately trying to whet people's appetite.

This made Emperor Yuxuan angry again. His face flushed red instantly, and the veins on his forehead popped out. He put his hands on his hips and shouted loudly: "Can't figure it out? If you can't figure it out, don't hang around here. Quickly recite the longevity secret to me, that's the right thing to do!"

As he roared, he paced back and forth, his rapid steps seeming to vent his inner impatience.

"Wait, give me some time, I'll think of it soon." Xiao Sizhe stretched out a little hand to stop him, with a sly smile on his face, that smile was like a little mouse that stole oil.

"Hey! No, you're dawdling like that. I'm afraid you're thinking about tomorrow. I'll give you ten breaths!" Emperor Yuxuan said fiercely, his eyes wide open, his eyeballs almost popping out, and he looked as if he wanted to eat Xiao Sizhe alive.

Xiao Sizhe tilted his head and asked with a smile, "How long is ten breaths?" He looked very naughty, with a bright light in his eyes, which made people angry and funny. He was stalling for time. Let's have a good play with him.