The Three-Life Stone

In the 132nd year of the Northern Kingdom, there was a heavy snowfall. Bei Ming Mo led an army of more than 100,000 people to attack the Wan Kingdom, and another 100,000 reinforcements arrived three days later.

Everyone was sighing that this war was not easy. It was a cold winter with snow and biting wind, but the soldiers were on the front line and it was not very convenient for them to eat, live and travel, not to mention getting up so early every day to face the cold wind and heavy snow. Some people also sighed that Bei Mingchen was considerate to his people and his children, and he was really a good emperor.

A great war, countless casualties, the white snow was stained with blood red, and finally frozen, from a distance, it looked like a beautiful red spider lily. Lives were constantly disappearing in this world, the thick blood buried countless bodies, and finally turned into a small snow pile at night, and it was impossible to tell who was who.

From the confrontation between the cold plum blossoms in December to the blooming peach blossoms, Bei Ming Mo's triumphant return and the people cheering, Xia Jin watched this scene in a private room in the restaurant, which was more exciting than she had expected.

Looking at the handsome and imposing Bei Mingmo, Xia Jin probably guessed that he had the purse she gave him. As long as he could survive the next half month, he would not need her anymore with his wisdom.

After Bei Ming Mo returned home, he asked someone to deliver the invitation.

He no longer sounded doubtful, and even asked in a serious tone, "What does Madam Xia know?"

"I don't know what the prince said?"

"Every time I go to Madam's house to drink tea, I feel comfortable after Madam burns incense. Ordinary herbs may seem to be used for common diseases, but they can relieve some of my physical discomfort. Before returning to Jiangzhou, I suddenly became seriously ill, and the spiritual herbs in the sachet happened to have a little smell of Madam's incense." Bei Mingmo recalled, "Originally, I just thought that Madam's spice combination was different and had some magical effects, but there was no difference when I asked for it last time. I just thought that I felt comfortable after chatting with Madam."

Bei Ming Mo frowned, thinking about something. After a while, he continued, "But when I suddenly opened the brocade bag and smelled the scent of the spiritual herbs, I suddenly understood."

As he said this, he took out another piece of paper with a few small words on it: "This medicine can cure all kinds of poisons."

"The military doctors can only treat sword wounds and some common minor illnesses. How can they understand my illness? I had to find a doctor nearby, but the doctor said he didn't have good medical skills." He snorted coldly, "It's just a disease that has no treatment. How can I not understand it?"

"What does the prince want to say?"

"I thought about waiting until I return to the capital before asking the imperial physician to check it out, but I'd better take this pill." Bei Mingmo said and looked at Xia Jin.

Xia Jin also looked back with a smile, and asked knowingly, "Then did the prince eat it?"

"I ate it." He sighed, "I really don't understand your motives, but I can't find any reason for you to harm me over the years. Even if you wanted to take this opportunity to kill me, you wouldn't deliberately give me a lucky bag to leave a handle."

"Hmm~" Xia Jin chuckled faintly.

"When did Madam Xia know when the prince was poisoned?"

When? Xia Jin didn't know. She just traveled to her past life and had a memory for a moment, but she didn't remember anything after that. She only knew that her heart drove her to do something. Even though she didn't understand, she felt that if she didn't do it, something painful would happen. At the same time, she had a good impression of this man because of that part of the memory, so she had always planned to come and protect him.

So Xia Jin found the Nine Lives Resurrection Grass early and took care of it.

It was not until that dream that she knew the truth. It was some blocked painful memories and an obsession to save her lover that drove her to do what she wanted. Xia Jin didn't even know whether she did this because of the owner of this body, or if she came back here just for this man.

"Your Highness, don't be curious about these things. Just take good care of the people around you, and this won't happen again." Xia Jin fell silent after she finished speaking. If she remembered correctly, the news of Bei Ming Mo's poisoning in the previous life should be similar to that in this life. This life was just a few days later. Even if the news in the previous life was delayed in reaching her, the time difference between the two lives should not be too big.

Fortunately, she was worried and made two antidotes with the Nine Lives Grass early on. She gave one to Bei Ming Mo just in case, and left the other at home in case Bei Ming Mo didn't use the other one and didn't worry about losing it. Then this one would play a key role.

But she could not have imagined that after several years of her using spiritual herbs and burning incense to detoxify him, the time when the poison took effect was still about the same as in her previous life. It could only be that the person who poisoned him increased the dosage. This war was prepared for Bei Ming Mo from the very beginning.

Victory or not has never been important, as long as there is no crushing defeat, the one on the Dragon Throne will let events develop. If his plan succeeds, he can send troops to support and narrowly win this war after Bei Ming Mo's death, or he can end up in a draw and sign a peace agreement after Bei Ming Mo's death. If he didn't die, he would have escaped death. Only he did not suffer any damage and returned with a great victory.

If I guessed correctly, in the previous life, Bei Ming Mo was seriously ill and returned to the palace to recuperate. The emperor was very worried and specially asked his mother to visit him. It was this time that he gave him the most fatal blow.

Bei Ming Mo knew that she didn't want to talk, so he nodded and didn't continue the topic. He told her some small things that happened during the war and some differences between the customs over there and here. After leaving Xia Jin for dinner, he kept thinking about the suspicious people around him.

Finally, he looked in one direction in disbelief: "Is it you?"

After returning, Xia Jin paid more attention to the movements in the palace. The teahouse was sold out. She had a premonition that she didn't have much time left in this place and no amount of money would be of any meaning.

As expected, there have been recent rumors that Bei Ming Mo was injured in a battle in the cold winter and suffered from physical problems. A week later, it was heard that a nobleman had come to the palace, specifically to celebrate the prince's victorious return, with special permission from the emperor.

But only people around him knew that Bei Ming Mo had always been in good health, and the previous poison had disappeared completely under the effect of the Nine Lives Resurrection Pill, not to mention a few minor injuries in one winter. However, some rumors made him go with the flow.

Concubine Hui came to the palace in a low-key manner. Outsiders just thought she was a distant relative passing by and staying for a few days. The palace was peaceful and warm.

Concubine Hui was not at all arrogant and was very kind to the servants. The ordinary servants were completely unaware of this, but the people around the prince were very touched.

Which queen can have such an honor, and which prince can have such treatment?

Although it is some distance away from the capital, the queen has come all the way here, and the prince must be very touched. But after they say farewell, he doesn't know when they will return again. This is the helplessness of being a prince. He knows where his father and mother are, but because of his status, he always has to keep a distance.

For the sake of the emperor's way, how many brothers killed each other, and how many sisters were stillborn or died young?