Fu Tong'er hugged Jiu Ye painfully: "Since you have already escaped, why do you still show up! Zuolu... Zuolu Ashika, Zuolu means monk, monk, Zhu Quanran! It's the Snow Monk! It's the Snow Monk you saw me that day, Quanran!"
"No, it has another meaning." Zuolu Ashika leaned against the stone wall in the underground palace and spit out black blood.
"I don't want to know what that means!" Fu Tong'er roared, leaning against Jiu Ye's chest. "Back then, I saw you were my brother's friend, so I went to Jiu Ye and begged him to release you. He got angry and took me to see slaughter and death. As a result, my blood and qi became so bad that I couldn't conceive! I even didn't live to be ten years old!"
King Hui looked at Fu Tong'er in surprise: "Tong'er, what did you say?" He raised his head and looked at Master Jiu with surprise and doubt, "Is what she said true? She is telling the truth!!"
Fu Tong'er said calmly, "Lu Qixuan, why are you yelling at your Ninth Uncle? If I hadn't lost my energy and blood in your house, how could I become deficient in energy and blood and damage my internal organs when I get angry? This is all your fault! It has nothing to do with your Ninth Uncle!"
Lu Zhenzhi: “…”
Zuolu Ashika smiled and said, "You still love him as much as before."
Fu Tong'er added, "Now that I've gone through so much hardship, I can't even hope for ten years! And yet you still hate me! Here, in this underground cemetery, building a so-called Great Underworld Palace, playing tricks on me. Do you think my life should be... shorter?"
Fu Tong'er choked up as she spoke.
"In ten years, or maybe less than ten years, I will be dead. Then Master Jiu will find another one. Is this what you expect to see? Is that right, Zhu Quanran?"
Zuolu Ashika came towards Fu Tong'er with one hand covering his chest.
"Give me your hand." He said and spat out another mouthful of black blood.
Fu Tong'er continued, "It was because you threatened me on the mountain and said you were going to complain to my brother that I held you. I didn't want to cause Master Jiu to misunderstand..."
Before he could finish his words, Zuolu Ashika picked up the hand that Fu Tong'er was holding on Jiu Ye's waist...
Take the pulse.
"Tong'er, you will survive."
Zuolu Ashika finished speaking, channeling all his internal energy. "I won't live long. Your brother Lu Jin killed me with one punch. But I have snake venom in my body that can counteract the poison in your eyes. Within a few days, your eyes will be fully healed. Your martial arts will also improve rapidly in the shortest possible time."
"I don't want to turn into a snake! I still..." Fu Tong'er touched Jiu Ye's waist and whispered, "I still want to give him two lovely sons."
King Hui: "The Ninth Prince loves my daughter. He said so himself."
"He's talking nonsense!" Fu Tong'er retorted, "He likes sons. When I die, he will have a son to accompany him..."
Lu Zhenzhi: “…”
"I've already ordered the capture of Duan Qinghong. He's in the deep sea of Fiery Prison No. 960. Let Master Jiu take you there. Don't worry, this time, no matter who he becomes, he won't be able to escape. As for the conspiracy in Shangyang County and the conspiracy of Marquis Dingnan..."
Zuolu Ashika coughed up black blood again. "Your Highness Prince Hui has the Mu family genealogy, and Master Jiu has the Ghost Market account book. If we put them together, we'll know. Come here, I'll pass on all my inner strength to you."
"I don't want to! I don't want to turn into a snake! What if I scare my son?"
"Where's your son?! Take care of your own life first, okay!" Zuolu Ashika was helpless. "Besides, who told you I could turn into a snake? What do you think I am? A snake spirit or a basilisk?"
Fu Tong'er recalled seeing the python shadow and whispered: "Python monster."
Zuolu Ashika coughed again and said, "Does the great Prince Chun, the Regent of Great Yan, tell you stories about ghosts and gods every night when he puts you to sleep? Does he lull you to sleep?"
"To coax..."
"A ghost story every night? Are you a child?"
"No, he didn't tell stories. He doesn't like ghosts and gods," Fu Tong'er paused, "He just hummed the songs his mother hummed for him when he was a child."
Zuo Lu Ashika was stunned when he heard this, and after a long while he said, "A lullaby? He's a war-mongering maniac, and he can even sing a lullaby... My dear girl? Are you lacking fatherly love? Didn't Prime Minister Fu give you any fatherly love?"
Fu Tong'er: "If you care about me, I'll be happy to listen. And I see your shadow is a python."
Zuolu Ashika put down Fu Tong'er's hand: "That's not my shadow."
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