Bodhi

Wen'e is sick.

The disease was violent and devastating. Wen'e was dizzy the first night after shouting, and couldn't sleep the next day, and her mind was so blurred that she could only gasp and blink.

The national teacher only rushed to take a look, then covered his nose and said that the bloody smell in the house was too heavy, and asked Wen Chuan to burn the contents inside before he came back.He had no choice but to order the servants to pull out all the luxurious furnishings from his sister's house and put them away.Dozens of rolls of hairy and smooth white tiger skins were carried, all the bears, wolves, and leopards hanging on the wall were cleared out, and the four of them dragged out her favorite streamer brocade carpet. The backs of the servants who worked were chills, and countless innocent souls died on the dark brown floor inlaid with gold and jade. A large area of ​​treacherous lines formed on the face.

"Let your sister do less killing karma." The national teacher lifted his green robe and sat casually beside Wen'e's bed. "If you continue like this, be careful of evil forces to come back."

Wen Chuan repeatedly agreed, but did not take these words to heart.

Should people be punished for slaughtering livestock?No matter how human-like beasts look like humans, they are not human after all. Their so-called joys, sorrows, emotions, and six desires are just obtained by imitating humans. Those who are born lowly are naturally weak at the mercy of others. How can they count their mistakes? On the heads of Wen'e and other undead races?

The national teacher lifted Wen'e's eyelids, took a closer look at her dilated pupils, dipped some saliva with a silver needle, and observed carefully for a while in the sun, her complexion changed again and again.

"What did she eat yesterday?"

As soon as Wen Chuan raised his hand, the guards on both sides immediately stepped forward and grabbed a crying maid, "Say, what did the princess eat yesterday?"

The maid's complexion was pale, and she choked up and hiccupped: "Go back to Your Highness, I bought a lot of fresh venison and good fruit wine from Qiao Mingshan yesterday. Your Highness is greedy for the deliciousness of the venison. After eating it, I felt my mouth dry and breathless. Drinking a lot of cold wine...His Highness rarely has an appetite, and the servants dare not disturb His Highness's interest..."

"That's all she ate?" The national teacher frowned.

The maid was so nervous that she didn't know what to do, she swallowed her throat: "Yes... yes, His Highness just ate these."

The national teacher shot the silver needle in his hand to the ground with a flick of a finger, and let out a clear sound.

"Osmanthus bamboo, there is osmanthus bamboo in the wine."

——There is osmanthus bamboo in Yunshan, which is very poisonous, and the wounded will die, and the medicine and stone will be ignored.

Wen Chuan's expression was instantly terrified.

He jumped up violently, and grabbed the maid's collar: "How much did she drink?!"

The maid trembled and said in a crying voice, "Your Highness drank... drank half of it!"

Banhu... This means that even if Wen'e hangs her life due to her physical fitness, her body will be permanently dragged down by toxins in the future, and she will no longer be able to walk upright normally. Waking up every day.

"Osmanthus bamboo is rare in the world, Yunshan has been razed to the ground by Xiangliu since the flood, not to mention using it to make wine, it is still half a dendrobium..." The national teacher muttered to himself, frowning, "Take this batch Here comes the drink, let me take a closer look."

At this time, the monarch and relatives who received the news also came in a hurry, eager to visit Wen'e who was poisoned and unconscious.

Wen'e and Wenchuan are twin brothers and sisters of the same mother. This is extremely rare in the impoverished Immortal Kingdom. However, after giving birth to them, the queen died with resentment, and she didn't even look at the two children. One glance, because she is also a slave who was forcibly plundered here.

Therefore, although the throne of the Immortal Kingdom has been vacant up to now, there are countless concubines and concubines, beautiful kings and servants.At this time, the monarch led this group of Yingying and Yanyan to Wen'e's bedroom, which disgusted Wenchuan to the extreme, and he almost couldn't maintain the usual smile on his face.

"O Wenchuan," the monarch trembled, "how is the prince?"

"Return to father, Wen'e has been poisoned by osmanthus bamboo..." Wen Chuan bowed his head and said, "The national teacher is still making a differential diagnosis."

The national teacher stood in the courtyard, unplugged the wine jars one by one, and quickly closed them one by one.

"Strange," he mused, "really weird."

Wen Chuan held Wen'e's hand, held his breath and stared at the young face of the national teacher.

The national teacher twirled his fingers, and took the brocade handkerchief from the attendant at the side, "Where did this batch of wine come from? All the bottles are poisoned by osmanthus bamboo, and among them, the princess Wen'e drank the most. If it is a coincidence, But it's too bizarre; if it's a conspiracy, it's too deliberate..."

The third prince Wenhua said loudly: "It's Qingqiu! Qingqiu definitely did it!"

Although the national teacher hates the monster race, he doesn't like Wen Hua, who has strong limbs, a simple mind and a high self-esteem. He laughed and said: "If Qingqiu has so many osmanthus bamboos, whoever is eager to marry the princess of Qingqiu Isn't His Royal Highness the third prince the first to be poisoned to death?"

Being choked back by the national teacher almost humiliatingly, Wen Hua had no choice but to shut up angrily, bowed and retreated behind the monarch.

"Either rely on decoction to hang her life, or find a spiritual creature from heaven and earth to remove the poison for her." Seeing that it was getting late, the national teacher's patience was exhausted, and he didn't want to waste time with a princess he didn't care about. , send this batch of wine containing osmanthus bamboo to me, and you don’t want to drink this stuff.”

Wen Chuan was very anxious, stood up abruptly and said, "National teacher!"

But the national teacher didn't even turn his head, just waved his hand, and it dissipated into a drifting mist in the wind, and he could no longer be found.

Wen Chuan clenched his teeth, and the hand holding Wen'e couldn't help trembling. The monarch sighed: "The national teacher has such a temper, and my father can't force him to do anything..."

Wen Chuan suddenly raised his voice, and shouted at the guards below: "Hurry up and go to the library to find the heaven and earth spirits that can detoxify! If you can't find it, you idiots will all die!"

Wen'e was usually domineering and domineering, and the concubines who couldn't understand her usual behavior looked at each other at this moment, and a concubine from Lin's kingdom frowned and said, "This is all a disaster caused by lust. , the people in His Highness's palace should also be rectified, if they can give some advice, the situation will not reach this point."

There was a light chuckle from the side, and someone who answered in a low voice said: "Slaves, you have to spare your lives! After all, His Highness is holding an iron whip, and his heroic appearance is really frightening!"

The veins on Wen Chuan's forehead were throbbing, his eyes were bleeding red, and the lava-like flames pulsated from under his chapped skin.The corner of his mouth twisted into a ferocious arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and suddenly he drew his knife and slashed at the maid who was kneeling at the bottom of the steps!

The light of the knife was intertwined with the redness of the sky, and the maid didn't even have the time to scream, but her body was cut off with a knife in the chest, and the broken arm flew out together with the upper body, and the blood and mud of the viscera splashed all over the ground.

The stench of blood poured out like an overturned bottle. The whole palace was silent and fell into a deathly silence. Even the sound of the wind was stagnant, and even the breathing stopped. Only the blade in Wenchuan's palm was still dripping blood. The maid's fingers in the pool of blood were still twitching nervously.

"You ladies are right," Wen Chuan couldn't help grinning, smelling the strong fishy smell, "This group of dog slaves should be dealt with properly."

Seeing that the momentum was not going well, the monarch hurriedly came out to say hello: "Okay! These scumbags really deserve to die! Wen Chuan, you can choose what is in our country's treasury, as long as it can cure Wang'er's illness, it doesn't matter how much it costs! "

Wen Chuan was silent for a moment, then retracted his knife and leaned over: "My son, thank you, Father, for your compassion."

When the monarch saw this, he couldn't help but comfort him with a few more words, bestowed some elixirs and elixir, and a thousand catties of high-quality medicinal materials, and left in a hurry like when he came, leading a group of concubines and royal servants.

Wen Chuan looked at the back of his father leaving surrounded by a group of beautiful brocades, and his eyes became even more murderous. He slammed the long knife in his hand on the ground, causing fine crystal dust to burst from the gold, jade, bricks and stones.

"Bring up all the servants on duty in Wen'e Palace that day! I will skin them one by one!"

Wen'e's eyelids trembled slightly, and she called out like a gnat, "Brother Wang..."

Wen Chuan rushed forward and held her hand, "Don't worry, Brother Wang vented his anger for you, your illness will be fine..."

Wen'e opened her mouth, and said with difficulty in a crying voice: "I...my head hurts...I can't see anything...Brother Wang...help me..."

Wen Chuan was heartbroken, and only hoped that there could be some medicine in the national treasury that could alleviate the poison of osmanthus bamboo.At this time, there were already five or six rows of panic-stricken servants kneeling in front of the hall. The news that Wen'e was poisoned had not yet spread, and they still didn't know what wrong they had committed.

The guards of the Immortal Kingdom were dressed in black clothes and black armor, holding knives, halberds and sharp blades, and lined up on both sides.

Wen Chuan's tone was cold: "You were the ones who were on duty in Wen'e Hall the day before yesterday? She drank as much as half a cup of cold wine, why didn't you speak out to dissuade her?"

The court was silent, and after a long time, a bold servant summoned up his courage and said: "Your Highness usually says the same thing, what your Highness is going to do, how dare you... How dare you..."

Wen Chuan looked peacefully, raised his finger lightly, and mercilessly slashed down the heavy ax from the sky, separating the body and head of the speaking servant in an instant!

"next."

The next servant who was next to the dead body still had warm blood on his palm, but he didn't care much, and shouted anxiously, "His Royal Highness, please spare me! Your highness has had a bad appetite the past few days." , but that day was difficult

I have to eat a lot of venison, the slaves thought..."

——Blood spattered, and he never had a chance to say the rest of his words.

"next."

The servants present were ashamed, they had already seen that Wen Chuan didn't want to listen to their reasons at all, he just wanted to kill them to vent his anger!

Therefore, the next young servant who was wearing a coarse cloth skirt that was obviously too wide, and was still a half-grown child, just lowered his head and said softly when he died: "I...I really want to go home..."

There were low and mournful cries.

Home?Where is home?

Wen Yu's thin body hidden behind the palace pillars kept trembling, her fingers were deeply sunken on the hard jade, her canthus was about to split, and the eye sockets were reddish with blood.

I'm sorry, she knelt on the cold floor, saying sorry over and over again in her heart.

"Very poisonous!"

Just as the ax and ax fell like a crackling sound, a young girl's voice suddenly sounded.

There was silence everywhere, Wen Yu raised his eyes and looked ahead in surprise.

"...What did you say?" Wen Chuan's cold eyes like a poisonous snake slowly turned to her, "Can you say it again?"

The young girl's complexion was as pale as snow, and there was a dark brown hideous scar on her delicate skin, and a heavy prison shackle was also worn on her delicate neck.Wen Yu knew that those were the shackles made for the Yaozu who had achieved a high status in the clan. Before she lost her freedom and dignity, she must have been a noble woman.

Her tongue burst into thunder, and she suddenly said violently: "I said the poison is good! She should have died a long time ago, this cruel stupid woman, a worthless waste!"

Wenchuan's pupils shrank suddenly.

"You care about the lives of your brothers and sisters, but you don't know that we are other people's brothers and sisters; you know that you want to get justice for you and her, but you don't understand that it's all her own fault; you are proud of your status as gods, and even Thinking that I can execute the life and death of other ethnic groups at will—that would be such a pity!" The girl laughed loudly, "As black as quenched carbon, and covered in flames, you are so ugly that you are even worse than the beasts you despise the most!"

She gritted her teeth, and a low growl rolled between her lips: "A prisoner bird trapped in a cage is destined not to give up the sky he once owned, and a beast that has its claws pulled out will never forget the taste of hatred... You will perish sooner or later... In the hands of the monster clan that I despise and despise, the undead citizens, if not now, will be in the near future!"

"Kill her! Cut her body into ten thousand pieces!" Wen Chuan was furious, and the veins on his forehead tensed up.

The girl's eyes were like a handful of blazing fire, radiating unparalleled light and heat under the twilight sky. She laughed wildly, like a moth pounced on the flames, and suddenly poured the suppressed demon power into her neck heavy prison--

——The monstrous heat wave exploded!

Wen Yu was forced to close her eyes in the glare of the glare, and amidst Wen Chuan's furious roar, she clearly felt that something warm was slightly trembling and splashing on her cheeks, rolling again and again. down the cold, hard ground.

like tears.