Blinded by the Villain's Love [Transmigration Book]

Mi Weirui didn't sleep well, the pain in his meridians accompanied by the deep nightmare made his head ache.

The palace road is long and winding until it reaches the majestic palace. At the end, there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Accompanied by the dull sound of whipping, the blood slowly flows down the relief in the Dragon Majesty Room. Is he the one who is holding a whip and smiling wildly?

Mi Weirui woke up suddenly with nausea, and the moment she woke up, there was a strong smell of blood in her mouth and nose.

Before he could open his mouth, his body was raised by the soft pillow, and warm white water came to his lips in due time, and the familiar breath let him know that the person sitting beside him was Yu Su.

"Thank you, Your Highness." After saying that, Mi Weirui realized that her voice was very hoarse.

Yu Su didn't answer, relying on Mi Wei's eyesight not being able to look at him, he looked presumptuously at those gray-blue eyes for the first time.

The eyelashes are long and the end of the eye is picked up.

It's obviously charming peach blossom eyes, but this person has always had a gentle tone and a cold face. Even when he smiles, there is no trace of a smile in his eyes, which seems to be false and deceives people's minds.

Even he couldn't see through or even... couldn't escape.

Just now Mi Weirui murmured "Susu" inadvertently in his dream, which caused Yu Su to recall some memories of the past, and his expression became a little complicated. Could it be that he really misjudged the person in front of him.

Yu Su shook his head and made a serious face. He had been fooled by Mi Weirui too many times, how could he still fall in the same place.

It's a pity that Mi Weirui couldn't see Yu Su's tangled expression, if he saw it, maybe he would just pinch the angry cheeks.

At this time, the purple aura around Yu Su was very gentle, it could be seen that he didn't have any grudges towards him, and his attitude was as usual. Mi Weirui guessed that the critical moment of the backhand that she had prepared earlier should not be off the hook.

He vomited blood and fell into a coma, Yu Su would definitely suspect that the tea or the incense in the house was poisonous.

Now the poison test is just a sniff and a second test.

The incense is just ordinary styrax, no matter how you test it, it is still the same, but the tea does contain poison.

However, for the sake of caution, he added a medicine to it, and when the two were fused together, the poison was still the same, but the smell would be covered by the medicine powder and the nature of the medicine would be disturbed, so that it could not be smelled or detected.

Mi Weirui drank the warm water in the bowl slowly, but fortunately, he was used to doing things with a hand, after all, he was not interested in staging scenes that abused his body and mind.

When the blood energy in her throat was suppressed, Mi Weirui concentrated her thoughts on the purple energy all over Yu Su's body.

Those who are bestowed with destiny will be blessed with purple energy.

Yu Su was like this.

Such a person, even if he can't be the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, wealth and glory are indispensable.

But after Yu Su was defeated in the battle for imperial power, he was imprisoned in the imperial tomb for ten years, and finally died with a glass of poisoned wine for the rest of his life.

The book mentioned Yu Su's tyrannical nature many times, and everyone in the palace applauded after his death, but looking at these judgments now, they are all the words of the palace.

If all the obstacles described in the book are confusion, everything that is happening now seems to make sense.

To overcome the demons of the heart, you need to experience it with your heart, not just listen to it with your eyes.

Seeing Mi Weirui sitting quietly after drinking the water, Yu Su felt a little uncomfortable for some reason, "Do you still want water?"

"No, I just have some pain in my heart." What Mi Weirui said was not entirely a lie, but he had a pain in his meridians rather than a pain in his heart, and the knife wound on his chest had not fully healed, so he just used it as an excuse.

Yu Su touched his ears, his voice was as cold as ever, and he was a little restless because he heard it, "My heart hurts? Let me see." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to open Mi Weirui's already loose skirt.

"..."

The skin on his chest felt the coolness in the air, Mi Weirui didn't expect Yu Su's movements to be so agile, he could barely grab Yu Su's slender wrist.

He simply let Yu Su see, and he gave Yu Su his pulse without showing any trace.

Apart from yin deficiency and cold body, there were no other obstacles, so it could be seen that Yu Su did not drink the tea he had drugged.

When hearing the pretentiously eager footsteps before, Mi Weirui guessed that Yu Su was not as simple as it seemed, but now that it was confirmed, he smiled and knew it.

Yu Su, who was only looking at the wound, couldn't help but see other things. When he looked up and saw Mi Weirui's smile, he felt that there was a joke in the smile, and his face flushed, "The wound is not broken, just take care of it. "After speaking, he fled in despair.

Anshun just walked in with the medicine at the door, "Master, the medicine is ready."

"You send it in, I remember there is still homework to be done." Yu Su walked a little faster as he spoke, his mind was full of Mi Weirui's fair but strong chest.

Anshun didn't know why, so he entered the room muttering, and when he saw Master Mi in disheveled clothes, who almost threw the medicine in his hand, he hurriedly lowered his head with an "ouch".

With all the beauty in sight, it's no wonder the master is in a mess.

Mi Weirui still had that breezy appearance, and slowly put on her belt.

No matter what Anshun was thinking about, in short, he had achieved his goal - to stay in Yu Su's courtyard.

The turning point lies in Yu Su, what can help him recover his cultivation more than Ziqi, and when he is in a good mood, Mi Weirui almost bared his ears and tail comfortably.

If the people behind him want to handle him, it depends on whether they can handle him.

Just when Mi Weirui couldn't help but frowned when she saw Tangyao, an inconspicuous carriage was slowly moving forward on the official road leading to Bailu Mountain.

Inside the carriage, the man in black knelt beside the pedals and respectfully said, "Master, it's done."

"How to judge?" The man who spoke was dressed in fine clothes, and his demeanor was magnanimous. He looked very powerful, but he was the current national teacher of Jiayi Kingdom, Dou Zhang.

"The villain saw the fifth prince drink the tea with his own eyes." The man in black lowered his head, "But... Not long after the fifth prince drank the tea, Young Master Mi vomited blood for some reason."

"I see, step back." Dou Zhang waved his hand, as if he was not surprised by Mi Weirui vomiting blood.

Thinking of Master Mi's respect for the national teacher, the man in black sighed sadly. From this casual attitude, it can be seen that young master Mi is the most valued disciple of the national teacher, and it is impossible to be true.

But Dou Zhang didn't care as much about Mi Weirui's life and death as the man in black thought. He had already expected to vomit blood, and he would feel strange if he didn't vomit blood.

Now the emperor can't tolerate the dominance of one family in the palace. Although the fifth prince died of his mother and concubine, his grandfather and two uncles are still important officials in the court, and it is imperative to return to the palace.

He knew he couldn't stop it, and he didn't intend to touch the Emperor's scales.

And Mi Weirui is the best pawn he uses to contain the Fifth Prince.

The emperor is suspicious, sometimes it is not all bad, the pool of water in the palace is naturally as muddy as possible.

In the dark and damp box, dozens of poisonous insects were biting each other, and the piercing sound became louder and louder in the quiet carriage. If ordinary people heard it, their scalp would feel numb.

But Dou Zhang sneered and tapped the wooden box containing the mother Gu, hoping that his beloved disciple would not disappoint him.