Chapter 93: Die under the Peony Flowers, Even as a Ghost is Romantic
Zhao Mingzhu sat down with a frown on her face. Bo Ling had said it would be very painful.
As she was thinking, she saw Bo Ling sitting in front of her with a medicine box in his hand. He took out a silver needle as long as a finger from the cloth bag, and the tip of the needle was shining coldly.
He picked up a silver needle and inserted it into Zhao Mingzhu. Zhao Mingzhu seemed to feel pain and turned her head away, preparing to grit her teeth and endure it.
The silver needle entered the flesh, and Zhao Mingzhu turned her head in surprise. Doesn't it hurt?
"Crown Princess, do you feel any pain?" Bo Ling asked her proudly.
"Well, no."
Zhao Mingzhu didn't feel any pain. She asked Bo Ling, "You said something so scary before, were you trying to scare me?"
New and old grudges begin.
Bo Ling quickly shook his head. "No, the Crown Princess is being wronged! It should have been excruciatingly painful, but His Highness commanded me to find a painless method. So, after countless hardships and hard work, I finally found a method from ancient texts."
Shuangyun was wiping the petals of a flower. She turned her head and said, "It's just a matter of two days. Why is it happening day and night?"
Bo Ling was exposed, but he was not ashamed and said in a playful manner:
"Hehe, this isn't an exaggeration, but my feelings about this matter are definitely not bad!"
Qiao'er, Shuangyun and Jin Yinzhu all sneered.
Bo Ling looked up at the sky. His reputation in the Eastern Palace was ruined, and he would probably be disliked by everyone in the future.
Zhao Mingzhu didn't feel anything at first, but when Bo Ling took out the blood and smeared it on her arms, the silver needle suddenly began to tremble.
Zhao Mingzhu was horrified to find that there was a living thing wriggling in her heart. How could this be possible!
Normally, she could jump two miles when the sun set on her body, but now there really is a bug making its home inside her?!
Bo Ling looked more serious. He held the silver needle and shook it left and right, waiting intently for the poisonous insect to crawl to his neck.
"Don't worry, Princess. With His Highness's blood as a guide, it will slowly crawl out."
Zhao Mingzhu's mind was filled with the thought of "burn me, burn me, burn me" and she forced herself to remain calm and asked:
"Is it possible to make it come out immediately without having to wait ten days?"
Bo Ling calculated the time and saw the traces of blood vessels in his neck beginning to wriggle, and then he crawled over.
He put away the silver needle and said, "No, forcing the Gu will anger it and cause the Crown Princess to die suddenly."
Zhao Mingzhu: ...
Today's Gu-inducing exercise was over, and Bo Ling gestured with the medicine box as he left. However, just as he left the house, he heard Zhao Mingzhu's voice from behind.
"Give me back the gold, or I'll make you look bad."
Bo Ling laughed bitterly after hearing this. He turned around and said, "Crown Princess, the gold is gone."
He felt a little guilty, and seeing that Zhao Mingzhu's eyes were becoming more and more dangerous, he took out a multi-treasure agate bracelet from his arms.
He quickly put it down and said, "It's returned. Princess, take your leave!"
He picked up the medicine box and ran as if there was a ghost chasing him.
Zhao Mingzhu picked up the armlet. The agate on it was plump and translucent. Each one was carefully selected. The bracelet was made of pure gold, with various gemstones mixed in.
Extraordinarily luxurious and exquisitely crafted.
Bo Ling is so cunning, it's obvious that he is using him to give it to Gu Yu!
Zhao Mingzhu took a look at it and handed it to Qiao'er: "Give it to the imperial guard and ask him to take it to Changle Palace to give to Princess Zhaohua."
"Tell her if she doesn't want it, just throw it back and I'll tear it apart and sell it for money."
At this time, Jinzhu and Yinzhu brought in the medicinal bath bucket, and they helped Zhao Mingzhu take a medicinal bath.
Because she didn't like others touching her body, but Zhao Mingzhu asked them to go down and rest, and she could do it herself.
The air was hazy, Zhao Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly smelled the cold sandalwood.
She suddenly turned her head and saw Gu Qingheng standing behind her, picking up a strand of wet hair.
"Princess."
Zhao Mingzhu sank down, revealing wet eyes: "Your Highness, do you want to soak?"
Although the two stopped at the last step, they had done what they should have done. Zhao Mingzhu became bolder because she was about to run away and she was really greedy for the other person's body.
Our ancestors said it well, to die under the peony flowers, even as a ghost you will be romantic!
Food and sex are human nature.
Gu Qingheng looked at her, pressed his slender fingers on the cinnabar, and said softly:
"The Crown Princess is inviting me?"
Zhao Mingzhu readily admitted, "Yes."
Qiao'er and Jin Yinzhu stayed outside the door, listening to the faint sound of water inside. She asked Jin Yinzhu:
"Your Highness the Crown Prince has never had other women?"
Only now did she realize that there seemed to be very few women in the East Palace except the Crown Princess and them.
Jinzhu was preparing tea outside the study room. "No, there shouldn't be any. Even the mosquitoes around His Highness are male."
She couldn't enter the study, so Changhe and the others had to go in.
Now that she has a Crown Princess, she can go in.
Yinzhu has always been a talkative person. Not only in the East Palace, she also recalled that there was no other woman among the secret guards except her.
Jinzhu listened with a little envy in her heart. The Crown Princess was blessed with great fortune and deserved to be favored.
"I just hope that the two masters can give birth to a little grandson soon, so that the East Palace will be more lively."
Qiao'er listened quietly without agreeing with what was said. How could they know that the Crown Princess had already planned to leave?
No matter how you look at it, the chances of a little grandson being born are almost zero.
Water flows in front of the screen, and waves form in the bathtub.
Zhao Mingzhu lay on the edge of the bathtub, her smooth back exposed, and her butterfly bones seemed to be about to spread their wings.
The water droplets fall along the curve, winding down with a touch of spring love.
"Little Guzi, try harder, haven't you eaten yet?"
Then she noticed that the hand behind her paused. Zhao Mingzhu couldn't help but curse herself, thinking that it would be bright if there was some sunshine.
She laughed dryly and turned her head: "Your Highness, I'm just talking nonsense, don't take it to heart."
Gu Qingheng's clothes were neat, except for the slightly wet hem.
He said in a low voice, "The Crown Princess is quite proactive today."
Speaking of this, Zhao Mingzhu sighed. She didn't know what was going on. It was rare for her to take the initiative to go out and have fun.
Gu Qingheng actually didn't respond at all.
Her eyes fell on the water stains on the screen, and she thought she had just had a feast.
In fact, nothing was done.
But she still had to hurry up and blow her rainbow fart: "Because I feel that I am one step closer to His Highness, I am very happy."
Zhao Mingzhu rested her chin on her arm and looked at Gu Qingheng's jade pendant. Her eyes suddenly froze.
She reached out and grabbed his sleeve, then pulled it up. It was wrapped in gauze and blood was faintly seeping out.
"Was this cut during the blood draw?"
Gu Qingheng glanced at him casually and pulled down his sleeves: "Yes."
Zhao Mingzhu pursed her lips and found that there was also one on his chest.
Zhao Mingzhu pointed: "What about this?"
Did Gu Qingheng bleed like this in the past? She had no memory of this, but she had indeed smelled the sweet smell of blood a few times.
Gu Qingheng played with her silky hair and said casually, "Bo Ling said there's a way to make it painless. I just need to place the mother Gu in a pool of blood on her heart to wake her up. I keep feeding her blood, and the baby Gu will respond and crawl out to find her."
Gu Qingheng dared to speak, but Zhao Mingzhu didn't dare to listen.
The pool of blood on the heart, does it mean digging a flesh pit?
"Your Highness, doesn't it hurt?" Zhao Mingzhu felt a little reluctant.
Gu Qingheng chuckled, held her wrist and kissed her.
"some."
But it doesn't matter. He gained some kindness from Zhao Mingzhu, which was more than worth it.
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