Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

At the end of the lawsuit, Chu Jingran opened his eyes and got up, but unexpectedly, a strong sense of dizziness came, which made him stagger, and almost fell down. Wurun behind him was so scared that he didn't care about etiquette, and screamed at the same time. Hold the general in danger.

"master."

Stabilizing his figure, Chu Jingran waved his hands, shook his head and said softly, "No...it's nothing, just take this kit and bury it in the courtyard."

Wurun sees that people are still thinking about this kit at this moment, he feels distressed and blames himself, as an attendant who has followed Jingchen since he was a child, he has a very good relationship with Jingchen, and he has never seen Jingchen suffer this kind of punishment.

And more importantly, Wurun knows better than anyone how important his heart and soul are to a Taoist disciple, or a national teacher.

There is a record in Taoism that the innate blood in the heart is the most important thing in the human body, and the more advanced the disciple is, the more important the meaning of the innate blood is. Sitting in the position of the national teacher, the innate blood It is directly linked to lifespan.

Losing one drop is a serious injury, which is equivalent to one year of life.

But this time, he lost eight drops at once. For Yu Jingchen, this shortened his lifespan by eight years.

For the first time, he ignored etiquette and integrity, and did not follow others' instructions. Wurun said with red eyes: "You obviously don't have to go to Qiluo Hall today. You are a national teacher, not an imperial doctor. Those concubines in the harem, what are you doing?" Illness and calamity, let them announce the imperial doctor themselves, they will be cured, if there is no imperial doctor, then you will die in the palace, recruit you to the harem every day, what is this? Eight drops of heart blood, eight years of life, why do you have to do it again and again You wronged yourself twice because of those irrelevant people, not only did you not gain a good reputation, but you were also feared by that Mo Jiujun everywhere, you have made so many sacrifices over the years, no one but me knows."

Chu Jingran's face changed slightly, and he turned around and shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Wiping away the tears overflowing from his eyes, Wurun rubbed his reddened neck and said, "I'm not talking nonsense, master, can't you see that Mo Jiujun wants to kill you?"

Chu Jingran's breath was stagnant, and Wurun continued to cry and said, "Since Master Yumo passed away and Mo Jiujun took over the throne, he has been cutting power in your hands everywhere. You have repeatedly retreated, and what did you get in return? He always What is the reason for him to dismiss so many imperial doctors? He just wants to humiliate you and treat you like an imperial doctor. Why do you want to do what these servants do? What, why? You are a national teacher with more than [-] guards, a national teacher, not an imperial doctor."

Wurun, who has not yet reached the age of crown, felt aggrieved like a child, and vented all the anger and heartfelt feelings in recent years, crying uncontrollably.

His master should be the most glorious person, but why is he now the most wronged and humble person? Why?

After nearly half a cup of tea, Chu Jingran's trembling depression came from under his half-repressed facial features.

"Just because... he is the king, and I am the minister. There is a saying in ancient times, if the king lets the minister die, the minister... has to die."

"Oh... but master, eight years, you are gone... eight years."

Turning his eyes slightly, Chu Jingran looked at the Clivia on the side couch, which had already bloomed with blemish-white stamens after nearly two months of careful care, and murmured softly.

"It's just...eight years of life."

palace, palace

The man in black knelt down respectfully, and as usual reported all the differences he had heard today, as well as the rebellious words that he said. The complexion of Mo Jiujun, who was dressed in a loose robe, was half hidden in the candlelight, and he could not see clearly in his eyes at all. Really think.

"...The most dangerous method that the national teacher used in the end was to take the blood and wounds of her heart and sue her mother-in-law to curse Jingmei, so as to protect her from having a beautiful future in the next life, and having no worries about food and clothing."

Following the last words of the man in black, the dormitory lingered in the bright candlelight fell into a long silence. I don't know how long it had passed, and Mo Jiujun, who never asked much about other people, suddenly asked something wrong. mouth words.

"Is this mother-in-law curse really effective?" Someone is so stupid that he is willing to exchange eight years of his life?

The kneeling man paused for half a beat, but he quickly came back to his senses, and replied truthfully: "According to the records of Taoist tradition, this Poka mantra is the most profound scripture for salvation after death. It is rumored that whether it is No matter how much suffering and grievance, or the heinous crimes, can wash away all the hostility of the person being saved, protect the soul of the deceased into the underworld, and open the door of the underworld to allow the soul to reincarnate again and join a wealthy family. Guaranteed food and clothing in the afterlife."

After hearing this reply, Mo Jiujun's slightly chaotic mood was immediately calmed down, and a mocking arc was drawn on the corner of his lips.

"The theory of ghosts and gods is nothing more than the opinion of fools. If he can really understand the fairy gate, why doesn't he know whether people are alive or dead." Then he ordered in a deep voice: "Continue to monitor."

"Yes, Your Majesty." After the man in black finished speaking, his figure gradually dispersed like clear smoke in the flickering candlelight.