Survival Rules for the Villain Prime Minister

When he woke up again, he was already in the palace.

Chu Yanling stood up abruptly, his heart throbbing with pain, and blood overflowed from his mouth, staining most of his clothes red.

Lu Li hurried over to support him, frowned and said, "Oh, Your Majesty, why are you vomiting blood again? How can your body bear it?"

Chu Yanling clutched the bed board tightly, his eyes were scarlet, and he was about to look for someone when he landed: "I'm going to find him, to find him..."

"Who are you looking for?" Lu Li supported him, extremely puzzled.

Chu Yanling's eyes were scarlet, already filled with tears, and the severe heartache twisted his nerves.

His eyes turned black, and he was still chanting: "Lingyi, Lingyi."

Lu Li was stunned again: "Your Majesty, isn't the Prime Minister already dead?"

"He's not dead, I'm going to look for him." Chu Yanling staggered forward not long after he fell to the ground, he grabbed the door at the side, and felt that his eyes were dark.He didn't know that his body would become so poor after working hard day and night for the past few days.

When the imperial physician entered the Dragon Saliva Palace, he saw His Majesty leaning against the door.

The imperial doctor said in surprise: "Your Majesty, please keep the dragon body!"

Together with the imperial physician, Lu Li carried him back to the bed.

The imperial physician took his pulse, frowned and sighed deeply: "Your Majesty is in a hurry, so don't work too hard in the future, especially don't be stimulated again."

The imperial doctor prescribed another prescription.

Song Lian also asked to see him in the outer hall.

Song Lian entered the palace, and naturally understood the current situation.

As soon as he entered the hall, he immediately knelt down and sighed deeply, knowing that it was not unwise for him to explain the matter at this time.

However, he has to say it now, instead of letting someone say it in front of His Majesty, it is better for him to say it, so as not to be used by those who want to.

Chu Yanling didn't look at him, but stared forward blankly with reddened eyes.

Lu Li rubbed his nose: "Master Song, what's your business here?"

Song Lian lowered his head and said, "I'm guilty, I deceived the king."

After a while, Chu Yanling said in a hoarse voice, "What have you lied to me?"

Song Lian lowered his head and said, "Master Prime Minister, he once sacrificed himself voluntarily, donating blood with his body, in order to save and cure all the people in Chu State, and relieve the crisis of the puppet corpse poison... including Your Majesty."

Only then did Chu Yanling look at Song Lian.

Song Lian bit the bullet and said, "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister, is really doing what is best for His Majesty and the country of Chu. I hope that His Majesty will take care of his health and think of the country of Chu."

Chu Yanling walked towards Song Lian step by step.

Just as Song Lian was about to say something, he realized that His Majesty had grabbed his collar.He couldn't help being startled when he looked at Chu Yanling's seemingly calm eyes that had already collapsed.

"Didn't I say that you are not allowed to use his blood as medicine?! Who allowed you to use his blood as medicine! Song Lian, who gave you the courage!!" Chu Yanling's eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse question.

Song Lian said in a daze, "Your Majesty, none of us have ever known the Prime Minister."

"Why did he do this!? He saved the entire Chu country with his own blood. Is he a saint? Is he a fool?!"

Chu Yanling was trembling with anger, his eyes were red with restraint, mixed with tears, blindfolded, his eyes were almost desperate.

Song Lian closed his eyes and said, "Even without the fire, the prime minister's body will not last long."

Chu Yanling let go of Song Lian, and a chill came from the bottom of his heart.He took a step back and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Prime Minister, he has drawn too much blood, which is already short-lived." Song Lian said.

Chu Yanling thought of the night before the fire in the Zongyuan.house.report.Enter.song

Qin Lingyi's face was pale that day, and he didn't even have the ability to resist.

But he still had to ignore his injuries and draw those bloody strokes on Qin Lingyi's chest.

"Even if there was no fire, he wouldn't be able to live...?" Chu Yanling asked back.

Song Lian sighed deeply, frowned and said, "Your Majesty, the deceased has passed away, and it is useless for you to think about it. The time the Prime Minister spends on you, I hope your Majesty can be a good monarch..."

Chu Yanling laughed softly.

The more Lu Li listened, the more startled he became. What is this?

"The Gu poison on my body was also cured by his blood donation?" Every time Chu Yanling said something, he felt that something was stabbing his heart. Song Lian lowered his head and said, "Yes, Mr. Blood."

Chu Yanling laughed out loud, his eyes were flushed, and tears fell while smiling: "Absurd! Absurd! He is Qin Lingyi, he is so proud, no one can get into his eyes! How could he donate blood Save me, how can you save Chu country!"

Song Lian was unusually silent. Seeing His Majesty's abnormal state, he suddenly didn't know whether his explanation was right or wrong.

He said: "The truth is the truth. In the Baohua Palace, there are still blood medicines left by the Prime Minister."

"The water sources that circulate in the center of the imperial city of Chu State are also filled with the blood of the prime minister."

"Even if the poison of the puppet corpse disappeared, the blood medicine of the prime minister has been nourishing all parts of the Chu country, until the effect of the medicine disappeared after three years."

When Song Lian talked about this matter, he admired everything in his eyes and heart.

There is no one in the world who can do experiments on himself with cold instruments and make drugs. Only Qin Lingyi knows how painful and hopeless the process is.

Chu Yanling raised his eyes slowly, and said, "Give me the blood he left behind."

Song Lian took out a bottle of blood medicine from his cuff, presented it, and explained: "This blood medicine has been refined a hundred times to get this small bottle. This medicine can cure all Gu poisons in the world."

Chu Yanling recognized it just from the sweet smell of blood coming from the medicine bottle, it was his blood.