Chapter 343: With one person's strength, destroy your Nanzhao
The palace door was gently closed by Concubine Li.
In the huge bedroom, only Nong Zhixiang and Xiao Yangzi were left.
Nong Zhixiong was already impatient, with lustful light in his eyes, and he pounced on Xiao Yangzi like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.
"Xiao Yangzi, no one will disturb us now!"
“Puff—”
An extremely slight but extremely clear sound suddenly interrupted Nong Zhixiang's lewd laughter. It was the dull sound of a sharp blade piercing into flesh.
Nong Zhixiong's forward movement suddenly froze, and he lowered his head in disbelief, looking at his abdomen.
A fine steel dagger flashing with a cold blue light had already sunk into the hole, leaving only the hilt wrapped in black cloth.
Severe pain instantly swept through his body like a tide, and Nong Zhixiong let out a short and painful "uh..." from his throat.
His eyes bulged out of extreme fear and pain.
He instinctively opened his mouth to shout—
Xiao Yangzi's move was as fast as lightning. His two fingers, with a sharp force of wind, pointed precisely below his Adam's apple.
All the sounds of Nong Zhixiong were sealed in his throat, leaving only the futile "ho ho" sound.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he endured the severe pain and dizziness. He gathered all the remaining strength in his body, and his right hand turned into a claw. With a sharp sound of breaking through the air, he grabbed Xiao Yangzi's throat viciously.
He wanted to cut this daring and lowly eunuch into pieces!
However, when his claws were halfway extended, the force quickly dissipated like a drop in the ocean.
A strange feeling of numbness and weakness instantly spread to every part of his body, and even lifting a finger became extremely difficult.
He suddenly remembered the two cups of tea he had just drunk...
“Uh…uh…”
Nong Zhixiong looked in horror at the familiar yet unfamiliar handsome face in front of him. His body trembled like a sieve with fear and pain, and he curled up in the deepest part of the dragon bed in vain.
"Traitor! You... you dare to kill the king?!"
At this moment, there was no longer any sign of submissiveness in Xiao Yangzi's eyes, only cold murderous intent.
The corner of his mouth curled up in a sarcastic arc, and his voice was as low as ice.
"Regicide? Haha... Not only will this master take your life, but I will also make your sinister and despicable Nanzhao Kingdom completely disappear from this world."
The fear on Nong Zhixiong's face froze in an instant, and then twisted into a silent, wild laugh full of mockery and contempt.
"Just you... alone?" He seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.
"So what if I'm alone?"
Xiao Yangzi's voice was firm and decisive: "You, the Ghost King of Nanzhao, can single-handedly use the power of a plague to infect the people of Dayan. I, Su Muyang of Dayan, can also single-handedly take your life and destroy Nanzhao."
He paused, and a surprising light flashed in his eyes.
"I want to see how your Nanzhao army can march north without this cancerous head of yours."
"Su...Mu...Yang?!"
Nong Zhixiong silently pronounced the name, and his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.
As the Emperor of Nanzhao, how could he not recognize the son of the richest man in Dayan? He was also a close friend of the Emperor of Dayan and one of his most trusted subordinates.
He... He actually disguised himself as a eunuch and lurked by my side for three whole months?!
Su Muyang admired the incredible horror and despair in the other person's eyes, and a smile appeared on his face.
"This young master has gone to great lengths to gain the trust of a lecherous thief like you."
Thinking that he had endured this disgusting thing for three whole months, Su Muyang felt so disgusted that goosebumps appeared on his skin.
After returning, he would dismiss his official post if his beloved Emperor did not compensate him!
Su Muyang thought about it and suddenly pulled out the dagger that was stuck in Nong Zhixiong's abdomen.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly dyeing his bright yellow dragon robe and the brocade quilt beneath him red.
The immense pain caused Nong Zhixiong's body to twitch violently, and he let out a dying hoarse sound from his throat. The fear of death completely overwhelmed him.
He covered the wound with his bloody hand, and tightly grasped the quilt with the other hand, with only the most humble begging in his eyes.
"Forgive me, as long as you don't kill me, I can agree to anything you want."
Su Muyang didn't waste any words with him and said directly: "The antidote for 'Heart-Eroding and Bone-Rotting Miasma'. If you don't tell me, the next knife will be in your heart."
“Uh…uh…”
Nong Zhixiang's face was twisted in pain. He struggled to raise his trembling hand and pointed to a painting of "A Vast Landscape of Rivers and Mountains" hanging on the wall beside the dragon bed.
"The painting...behind the painting...there is a dark...dark chamber..."
Su Muyang's eyes flashed like lightning and he took a step forward.
Sure enough, there was an extremely hidden gap on the wall behind the painting.
His fingers groped and pressed the wall quickly and precisely.
With a slight "click", a wall brick caved inward, revealing a secret compartment that was only wide enough for an arm to fit through.
There are a dozen or so exquisite small bottles of different colors and materials neatly arranged inside.
Su Muyang brought all the bottles to the dying Nong Zhixiong and approached with the dagger again.
"Which bottle is the antidote?!"
Nong Zhixiong's eyes flickered, and he moved his lips with difficulty: "Dark... dark green... jade bottle..."
Su Muyang sneered and uncorked the dark green jade bottle without hesitation. Inside were several brown pills emitting a strange herbal fragrance.
He poured out two pills, pinched Nong Zhixiong's mouth open, and tried to force them in.
“Mmm…Mmm!”
Nong Zhixiong was terrified. He clenched his teeth and shook his head desperately, his eyes full of fear of the pill.
"It's a trick." Su Muyang's eyes flashed with coldness.
Without hesitation, he raised the dagger again, as if to stab Nong Zhixiang in the heart.
"White...white porcelain bottle! This time...it's real."
The threat of death instantly shattered Nong Zhixiang's last bit of hope. He roared with almost all his strength, and more blood foam spurted out of his mouth.
Su Muyang retracted his action, quickly grabbed the plain white porcelain bottle without any mark, and pulled out the cork.
Inside were a few jade-white pills that exuded a faint cool fragrance.
He pinched Nong Zhixiong's mouth open again, stuffed a white pill in it, forced him to swallow it, and stared at his reaction.
Nong Zhixiang was forced to swallow the pill and coughed violently a few times. Apart from feeling more exhausted due to his serious injuries, he showed no signs of poisoning or severe pain.
Su Muyang felt a little relieved and immediately put the white porcelain bottle carefully into his secret pocket.
He pointed to the remaining nine porcelain bottles and asked, "Tell me, what are these?"
Nong Zhixiang no longer had the will to resist at this moment, and he intermittently confessed five bottles of poison and five bottles of antidote.
Two of the bottles contained the poison and antidote for the "Thousand Insect Plague" that Nong Zhigao wrote about in the secret letter.
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