Pampering the outside room alone? I entered the East Palace to pass on the sick and weak prince

The expression on Bai Luo's handsome face froze for a moment.

He quickly put his hand on Shen Zhihe's wrist and found that he had no internal strength.

Martial arts has also been abolished!

Bai Luo was horrified.

What happened to Shen Zhihe in these years?

Is it possible to live a life like this without people and ghosts here? !

Who did it?

Could it be...

There was a hint of coldness in Bai Luo's narrow peach blossom eyes, and then he took Shen Zhihe's arm.

"Uncle Shen, let's go. I'll take you out of this hellish place. I have something important to ask you."

Shen Zhihe looked at him blankly, with doubt in his expression.

Bai Luo pursed his lips and lowered his voice.

"I want to ask you about my life experience."

Hearing this, Shen Zhihe's hand on his sleeve relaxed.

He looked at him with panic eyes, suddenly staggered up, dragged his remaining leg, and limped away in the opposite direction to Bai Luo.

Bai Luo was stunned for a moment, then realized that Shen Zhihe was running away from him.

"Uncle Shen!"

Bai Luo caught up and grabbed him with some confusion: "What are you doing?"

Shen Zhihe pushed his arm, lowered his head and waved his hands repeatedly, making a vague and inarticulate sound from his mouth, like a dilapidated and old bellows, with a sense of wear and tear.

From his actions, Bai Luo could tell that he was avoiding him and unwilling to look directly at him.

Bai Luo frowned slightly, seeing what he meant.

"Uncle Shen, are you unwilling to leave here with me?"

Shen Zhihe nodded slowly.

"Why... you are acting like a ghost now, was it because you were harmed by someone? Don't you want to take revenge? Just tell me and I can help you."

Bai Luo grabbed his arm and frowned tightly: "My adoptive father was a bit harsh to me when I was a child and often punished me. Among the several martial uncles, you are the best to me and always take good care of me secretly." I remember all the food, Master Shen, what happened to you in these years, and my life experience, if you know anything, please tell me, okay?"

Hearing this, Shen Zhihe lowered his head and his shoulders suddenly shrugged slightly.

Bai Luo lowered his head and was surprised to find that Shen Zhihe was crying.

The cloudy eyes were bloodshot and the eye sockets were deep red.

He took a deep look at Bai Luo, and his eyes contained all kinds of complicated emotions.

Bai Luo relaxed his hands in surprise.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shen Zhihe pulled his arm out of his hand, then limped away as if running away.

Bai Luo frowned and followed again.

But this time he did not forcefully question him, but followed him silently.

He followed Shen Zhihe to a dilapidated tile-roofed house, which was full of musty and rancid smells. There was a mess of hay next to it, which should be his usual resting place.

Shen Zhihe curled up and lay in the haystack, closing his eyes slightly.

It was already winter, and there was a cold air in the house, which made his thin body tremble a little from the cold.

Bai Luo squatted beside him and said slowly.

"Master Shen, I don't know what you have gone through to become like this, but in my heart, you will always be my beloved Master Shen. I came to see you today. It may be a bit sudden. You have a good rest. I will meet again tomorrow. Come see you."

Shen Zhihe never said a word, with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Bai Luo didn't force him anymore. After saying these words, he turned around and left.

When leaving, he took off his coat and covered Shen Zhihe.

After he left, Shen Zhihe slowly opened his eyes.

There were complicated emotions in a pair of cloudy eyes, and then a deep guilt and regret gradually spread from the depths.

……

Star Picking Pavilion.

The door on the seventh floor was opened, and the cold night rushed in, making the atmosphere in the entire building a bit colder.

Murong Heng stepped in wearing a black cloak, his cold white jade face glowing with innate dignity.

Leng Ye reached out and took off his cloak, then withdrew.

Murong Heng bent over and sat on the only Taishi chair in the room, looking at Suzaku standing on one side.

"What's the matter?"

Suzaku sent him a secret message and asked him to come to Zhaixing Pavilion in person. There must be something big going on.

"Master, there is something important."

Half of his face under the silver mask was as serious as ice.

Then he handed an envelope towards Murong Heng.

Murong Heng took it and reached out to open it.

Inside was a small porcelain bottle. When it was opened, there was a tiny red pill inside, which glowed strangely under the candlelight.

Suzaku whispered.

"Chengfeng found this from Xiao Wentian's room and said it was Jiuye."

Is it?

Murong Heng raised the pill in his hand, held it between his two slender fingers, and looked at it intently.

It was such a small pill that had tortured him for so many years.

Suzaku was half hidden in the darkness, hesitated for a moment, and then couldn't help but say.

"Chengfeng overheard the conversation between Xiao Wentian and Bai Luo. Xiao Wentian meant... Jiuye's poison has no cure."

Hearing this, Murong Heng paused.

A sneer ensued.

"Ah."

There was a bit of evil in the smile.

Is there no antidote...

In this case, there is no point in keeping Xiao Wentian.

He put Jiuye back into the porcelain vase and ordered: "Let Chengfeng continue to stay in Yaowang Valley and be on call at any time."

"Yes."

Suzaku continued: "Master, there is one more thing."

"explain."

"Bai Luo has already become suspicious of Xiao Wentian, and now he has gone to find Shen Zhihe. The truth should be discovered soon."

"Now that Gu knows, we don't need to mention anything about what happens next. Bai Luo will know what to do himself. If necessary, just ask Chengfeng to help Bai Luo."

Murong Heng paused, and then said coldly: "But I have to remind him not to let Xiao Wentian die too easily."

"My subordinate will definitely convey your intention to Chengfeng, but..."

Suzaku hesitated: "That Bai Luo seems a bit unruly, and I'm worried that even if he replaces Xiao Wentian, he may not be able to be used by you."

Hearing this, Murong Heng's eyes were dark and deep on his noble and handsome face.

"It's not up to him."

Once Xiao Wentian dies, Medicine King Valley will definitely be shaken.

Even if Bai Luo becomes the Valley Master, he will not be able to secure this position.

Moreover, behind Xiao Wentian was Su Sheng. He was unable to compete on his own, so he had to find a backer.

Looking at the entire Dayan Kingdom, only he, Murong Heng, can compete with Su Sheng.

In other words, Bai Luo must rely on him.

So whether Bai Luo wants it or not, when that time comes, he and Yao Wanggu will definitely return under his helmet, Murong Heng.