Rebirth: The Poisonous Wife

Bai Liyan stared at the two people and felt surprised and puzzled. What's the matter with the prince of South Vietnam? Ning LUOQI hurt him with a real sword. Doesn't he remember revenge at all?

Bailiyan originally thought that this move could completely make the South Vietnamese Prince and Ning LUOQI get angry, but he didn't expect to go against his idea.

No

Bailiyan clenched his fist, clenched his teeth, and a cold and fierce color flashed in his eyes.

The emperor Longyan was so happy that when he saw Ning Luo Qi win, his face suddenly brightened, and his eyes were full of joy.

Lol, this is our child. He lived up to his expectations and grew up well. If only you were still in the world and could see our children with your own eyes

Thinking of this, the emperor's heart was bitter, and tears flashed in his eyes.

Bai Liyan noticed the emperor's gratifying eyes, his face stiffened and he felt cold all over.

He clenched his fist and went over and said, "the prince of South Vietnam is injured. Should the imperial doctor come to treat the wound quickly?"

As soon as his words came out, everyone woke up from joy, like a basin of cold water. His highness King Jin is right to win, but he accidentally injured the South Vietnamese prince in the competition. If the South Vietnamese Prince makes an excuse to play, King Jin will be in trouble.

The emperor ordered, "let the imperial doctor come at once!"

The people of South Vietnam suddenly came over and immediately shouted coldly, "this competition is unfair! You use a real sword with a blade, while Prince Muluo uses a sword without a blade. You are shameless!"

"Yes, the great imperial court should use such indiscriminate means. If Prince Muluo used the same real sword, he wouldn't lose the competition!"

"Do you want to murder Prince Muruo?"

The more people in South Vietnam say, the more they feel this way. Prince Muluo loses the competition, which makes them blush. Now he has a handle and uses an excuse to put all the mistakes on each other.

Mu Luo frowned, turned his face, glanced coldly at the people of South Vietnam, and said coldly, "shut up!"

People in South Vietnam didn't want to admit that they had lost the competition, but the more so, the more embarrassed he was.

Whether Ning LUOQI holds a real sword or a fake sword, it has nothing to do with the competition. He is inferior in skills and lost the competition. He was convinced that he lost, and he hasn't played so freely for a long time.

But now the people of the South Vietnam country use an excuse to play and want to blame King Jin for all the reasons why he lost the competition, which makes him blush.

"Your Highness, they broke the rules first. They agreed to use uncut weapons before the competition, but they shamelessly used their own real sword... Maybe they wanted to murder you!"

"Yes, it must be! It's too deceptive!"

The people of South Vietnam gnash their teeth and stare at the officials angrily, with indignation on their faces.

"You must give your highness three an account!"

"Yes, yes, I must give you an explanation!"

Mu Luo listened to the sudden beating of his green veins on his forehead and shouted angrily, "shut up! Don't mention it again. If you lose, you lose!"

"But your highness..." the people of Nanyue don't give up. This is a good opportunity to blame King Jin. The people of the imperial dynasty despise them so much that they have to bite off a piece of meat to let the people of the imperial dynasty know that they are cruel.

The officials looked at each other with embarrassed faces. Looking at the people of South Vietnam, their angry eyes turned red. They were at a loss.

It's a good thing that his highness King Jin won the competition, but hurting the prince of South Vietnam is a big problem

The emperor was also distressed. How could a real sword be mixed with a batch of uncut weapons?

Ning LUOQI's face was calm, and he didn't feel flustered by the blame of the South Vietnamese State. He looked down at the sword with a blade on one side, and a suspicious light flashed in his dark eyes.

Is this a coincidence?

If it was a coincidence, it was a coincidence. The long sword had only one side of the blade, so he didn't notice when selecting weapons.

Ning LUOQI raised his face and glanced at the crowd. Finally, his eyes stopped at Bai Liyan.

Bailiyan seemed to notice his eyes and looked at him. When he saw Ning LUOQI, he narrowed his eyes slightly and didn't change his face.

He was very confident that even Ning LUOQI could not find out that he did it. He did it secretly. Even if his father ordered a thorough investigation, he would not find him.

Ning Luo Qi took back his eyes and looked at the sword in his hand. His eyes were slightly cold.

At this time, the emperor opened his mouth to appease the people of Nanyue, "don't worry, three princes, I will thoroughly investigate this matter and give you an explanation. Why a real sword is mixed in a batch of non bladed weapons, we must find out!"

"Jiang Huan!"

"The minister is here." Jiang Huan immediately walked over and returned with his fists in his hands.

"I order you to find out about it."

"Yes, sir," said Jiang Huan.

This matter ended temporarily, but the people of South Vietnam were still angry and stared at the people of the imperial dynasty, hoping to eat them.

Muluo didn't care about it at all. He fought with real swords and real guns on the battlefield. Whether he used real swords or fake swords, it had no impact on him.

He admires Ning LUOQI's Kung Fu and hopes to compare with the last game.

"Let's go and drink!" Muruo said boldly.

Ning LUOQI looked at the wound on Mu Luo's arm and said, "three princes, you need to heal the wound."

Muluo didn't care. "This little injury is nothing, but it cut a little. I thought I was stabbed in the stomach on the battlefield. I didn't panic at that time."

Muluo didn't pay attention to this little injury.

But the people of South Vietnam were very nervous and persuaded him to heal his wounds one by one.

Muluo finally felt upset and waved his hand, "OK, I'll go to treatment! You don't have to mention it again. If anyone dares to say one more word, don't blame me!"

Muluo dropped cruel words, and the people of South Vietnam were unwilling to shut up.

"King Jin, you have to wait for me. I'll come back immediately after I heal the wound, and we'll have a good drink." Muluo didn't forget to talk to Ning LUOQI when he left.

A gloomy look stared at them.

Bailiyan is very depressed. Is there a problem with Prince Muruo? Ningluo seven hurt him. He was not angry at all. He even had a vague intention of making friends with Ningluo seven.

Bailiyan sadly picked up the wine on the table in front of him and drank it with his head up.

……

Muluo was invited to another palace to heal his wounds. After all, it was inappropriate to see blood at the banquet. He could not take off his clothes for treatment.

"Three princes, please." the maid led Muluo to the palace.

Muluo only feels irritable. He just wants to have a good drink with Ning LUOQI. This small injury can be cured in a few days. There is no need for treatment at all.

Muruo followed the maid of honor to a secluded place. The path was quiet and separated from the Sheng and Xiao of the banquet. The cold wind cleared his mind.

In the dark, a faint light flickered.

What's that?

Mu Luoding looked at it. It was a firefly.

On the back mountain of South Vietnam, fireflies fly in groups like stars in the night. There are only a few here, which look weak and pathetic.

He tutted and shook his head.

"Why is it missing? It was still here just now..." then a voice came, crisp and beautiful, a woman's voice.

"Princess, it seems to be flying over there."

"Over there? Come on, let's go quickly!" the woman's voice was excited, as if she was looking forward to it.

Muruo looked in the direction of the woman's voice. In the dark, a figure came slowly. The woman was carrying a glass lantern. There were fireflies in the lantern. Under the flickering weak light, her figure was hazy.

Her body is slim and slim, her black hair is like ink, her skin is white reflected by the dim light of fireflies, and her hand holding the glass lantern is slender, like a fairy.

Mu Luo's eyes lit up and couldn't help looking straight at the people coming.

"Princess, it's over there!" cried the maid of honor immediately when she found the firefly.

"Where is it?" bailiyue looked forward to it, and finally found a faint light. She was happy and was about to run over. But when I saw a tall figure in front of me, I stopped.

Someone.

Who is it? Now everyone should be attending the banquet at this time. How can there be anyone in such a remote place?

The hundred mile moon stopped and frowned.

Muluo stared at the woman in front of him. He saw the woman's appearance. She was soft and weak. Her eyes were wide open. She was innocent and pathetic. People couldn't help but want to protect her.

In South Vietnam, he is proud of being strong. Even a pampered princess has a tenacious and ruthless spirit in her bones. He has never seen such a weak woman like a little white flower. It seems that she can cut off the branches as long as she reaches out her hand.

He felt a tremor in his heart, a feeling he had never felt before.

He wanted to hold the woman in front of him in the palm of his hand, take good care of her, and pamper the poor little white flower.

Seeing a stranger, bailiyue had a retreat in her heart and said, "let's go and catch it elsewhere."

"Yes, princess," said the maid of honor. She was going to leave with the princess, but she couldn't let a strange man bump into the princess.

"Wait!" at this time, Muluo shouted to them.

Bailiyue trembled and looked at the tall man in front of her. The man was very powerful just standing. She stepped back a little.

Muluo stepped forward quickly, his hands closed in the air, and the faint light of flying was caught in the palm of his hand. He looked at the hundred mile moon and said, "don't you want to catch fireflies? Here you are."

Muluo walked over and stood in front of bailiyue.

Bailiyue stared at the man in front of her. After a while, she reacted and nodded slightly, "Oh." she opened the glass lantern and Muruo put the caught fireflies into the lantern.

"Well... Thank you."

Bailiyue thanked her. Although she didn't know who the man was, she should thank her for helping her catch the firefly.

Mu Luo smiled brightly and stared at her.

Fireflies fly, and the dim light envelops the two people. They stand very close. Muruo can clearly see the woman's slightly trembling eyelashes and beautiful appearance.

Bailiyue was at a loss. She felt uncomfortable when she was stared at.

At this time, she smelled a smell of blood and noticed that the man's arm was hurt. "Are you hurt?"

Mu Luo looked at the wound on his arm. This little wound was nothing at all, but when he saw the worried look in the woman's eyes, he didn't know why he was in a good mood and felt that the injury was not a bad thing.

Bailiyue took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to him, "press the wound quickly, so as to reduce bleeding."

Muluo took over the white handkerchief with a faint fragrance. He couldn't bear to be stained with blood.

"Princess..." the maid carefully pulled the Cape of bailiyue and whispered, "princess, we should go back."

"Oh, good." bailiyue nodded to Muluo slightly and turned to leave.

Muluo holds a handkerchief and looks at the figure of bailiyue leaving, with his mind moving. Instead of using his handkerchief, he carefully put it away and put it in his arms.