The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

After a long journey and a fright at night, Chu Yizhao slept till dawn in the safe and comfortable environment.

When I opened my eyes again, the ceiling of the bed was covered with moonlight yarn and the quilt on my body was soft and warm, unlike the quilt in Guangyin Temple which was dry, thin, and hard.

Chu Yizhao's mind turned rapidly...

"woke up"

A sound was heard in the room and Chu Yizhao turned around to look.

The windows were clean and gleaming, with the smell of sandalwood burning in the room. A man in plain clothes was sitting on a beauty couch, his brows and features were indifferent, and his clothes were hanging down like flowing clouds.

With a scroll in his hands, his upturned eyes drooped, his black hair gathered in wisps in front of his chest, he looked less unruly and more refined...

Sven...Wei Xingli?

Chu Yizhao was shocked by his own thoughts.

"Thank you, Prince..."

Hearing this, the man turned his eyes away from the book and glanced at her, his expression short and lazy, like a gift of alms.

"When you wake up... leave now"

Wei Xingli threw the outer robe on the table to Chu Yizhao, and then continued to read with his eyes lowered.

The sandalwood is wafting, the moon veil is dancing

Chu Yizhao lifted the quilt full of questions and put on the wide robe. She was not short, only seven feet tall, while Wei Xingli was more than a foot taller than her.

The dark robe pressed down on his body, and when he walked, Chu Yizhao looked like a fat mushroom with a fat waist and a strong body...

strangeness…

The strong medicine that made people feel weak last night did not have any side effects.

Logically speaking, the stronger the medicine, the more serious the harm to the body and the more obvious the discomfort, but her hands and feet were normal, without any soreness...

Wei Xingli saw her stop, her delicate face full of doubts, her head slightly tilted, with a hint of confusion between her brows.

Stupid.

The corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously, and she saw that her snow-white face seemed to be flushed...

Wei Xingli frowned, turned his eyes away from the woman's face, and said a few words to clear her doubts.

"Yuwen Feng was addicted to sex. He once kidnapped and killed the legitimate daughter of Marquis Deyuan. After her death, the woman was thrown into the charity cemetery in the south of the city. Her body was stiff, her face was covered with bedsores, and dozens of insects crawled out of her seven orifices..."

Chu Yizhao felt a chill in his heart. This woman was clearly poisoned by the Miaojiang Gu...

The master is a genius who is proficient in both medicine and poison. He believes in Huang-Lao and is very unconventional in doing things, but he hates the Miao people very much.

Not for anything else, but because of the poisonous insects used by those Miao children, which were so ugly and cruel that it made people sick.

A poisoned person has to endure excruciating humiliation during his lifetime, and after death his body will become a breeding ground for poisonous insects and nutrients for their reproduction.

Such an experience is several times more miserable than dying without a complete body!

He was conscious and clear-minded, but was being controlled by someone silently and invisibly. Only the poison from Miaojiang could do this.

"Where is Yuwen Fengren...how come he has this medicine..."

Seeing that she had guessed it, Wei Xingli said nothing more and only reminded her,

"Yuwen Chiyu's best friend is the wife of the Liaoxi commander"

This is really weird...

After the man finished speaking, he turned over and faced away from Chu Yizhao, obviously not wanting to talk anymore.

Chu Yizhao was also tactful. He bowed, then walked out holding his cloak.

Qiaoyu and Lu Feng were discussing something stealthily in the yard. When she saw her come out, Qiaoyu immediately went up to her.

"Miss Chu, where is my prince?" Lu Feng glanced inside.

"The prince is reading a book"

Lu Feng was puzzled. Didn't he say he was sleepy? He was clamoring to sleep, and refused to sleep in the tidied side room, insisting on sleeping in the main room.

How do I read a book now...

"Lu Feng, is the prince also coming to Guangyin Temple to pray?"

"Yes, the abbot of Guangyin Temple is a good friend of my prince, and he often invites him to come and worship Buddha."

It turned out to be the case.

There are thousand-year-old trees in Guangyin Temple, which symbolize longevity. Worshiping them more often will also be good for Wei Xingli's health.

"Miss, Lord Lu said that the thief was thrown into a dry well in the back mountain to die, but someone rescued him this morning..."

Back in the courtyard, Qiaoyu lowered her voice and spoke in her ear.

That means he is not dead...

Chu Yizhao's eyes moved slightly. Judging from all the signs yesterday, Yuwen Feng was clearly coming for her this time.

The prince was ruthless, and it was okay if he was stupid, but I was afraid that he would wake up and betray her...

The Concubine Chen is so protective of her child that she will never let her go.

Chu Yizhao was thinking about countermeasures with a worried face.

A gentle breeze blew, and the outer robe on his body brought waves of warmth, and his brows relaxed a little.

Fortunately, the two people's yards were separated by only a wall, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous...

Half a day later, Qiaoyu came in holding her outer robe.

"Miss, the prince and his men have already left."

So fast?

Chu Yizhao frowned slightly, wondering if his health was not good again.

Getting angry can easily disturb the body.

Yesterday, that man came like a god from heaven and saved her from the clutches of the devil.

When someone helps you, you should repay them with gratitude.

She had nothing to give in return, so helping him relieve his pain was at least helpful.

...

The capital city is magnificent and golden.

People on the streets were talking about two strange things that had happened recently.

One was about the fourth son of the Marquis of Quyang, who broke his arm at a horse race. The fifteen-year-old scholar and prodigy had no chance of an official career in his life, which was truly a pity.

Another incident was that Yuwen Feng, the young master of the Yuwen family, offended someone and was given a mute drug, which disabled his hands and feet and he almost died in Guangyin Temple.

The Empress Chen made a scene in the Qinzheng Palace, but Emperor Yuan An was surprisingly tough, and the matter was left unresolved...

She was the enchanting concubine who was favored by all the six palaces. Everyone was speculating which great Buddha the Yuwen family had offended...

In the blink of an eye, time flies by.

The nine-day provincial examination ended in the bleak early autumn.

It was a little chilly in the morning, so Chu Yizhao put on another piece of clothing.

Holding the black medicine, he pushed open the door that had been sealed for many days.

The creaking sound of the door was particularly abrupt in the quiet and empty room.

After Chu Yunxu woke up and learned that he was disabled, he was devastated. Every day he either cried, smashed things, or ran away trying to commit suicide.

Because of his disability, not only could he not serve as an official, he couldn't even be a military general. In Chu Huai's eyes, Chu Yunxu was no different from a waste.

The King of Yue and the people from the Ministry of Rites tried to trip him up in both open and covert ways because of the fall from his horse. Such entanglement and crying made Chu Huai feel annoyed.

Chu Huai ordered that all furnishings in the dormitory be cleared out and that the room be locked tightly, with the door only allowed to be opened when food or medicine was delivered.

In a dark and gloomy corner, Chu Yunxu curled up on the bed. The closer he got, the more sour and smelled he could smell.

Chu Yizhao looked at him steadily.

Zhushan Songshan was beaten to death, Zhao Shuzhen was sick and vomiting blood, Chu Huai was busy with political affairs, and as for Chu Yingxue... she was eating people's mouths under the willow tree all day long, so how could she have the time to come and see him.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the young man slowly raised his head. Under his dirty and messy hair was a face that looked extremely tired, with droopy features and circles of dirt around his lips, which showed how rude the servants were when feeding him.

When he saw Chu Yizhao, he panicked like a frightened little animal.

"You...what are you doing here?"

The high-spirited sun fell into the mud, and its voice became hoarse and dejected.

Chu Yizhao said nothing, sat down and began to change the bandages for him. Circles of black, rotten and smelly cotton cloth fell down, and the small wounds were rotten and yellow, so the rotten flesh could only be cut off with a knife.

The dagger was extremely sharp, and the blade was shining coldly. Chu Yunxu shuddered, but his arms were powerless. The blade passed by, and intense pain filled his limbs and bones...

"what--!!!"

Slice the meat, clean it, apply medicine, and bandage it.

Chu Yunxu's screams and struggles made Chu Yizhao feel like he was slaughtering a pig...

"Okay, drink the medicine."

"The person who abused you has been killed, and a new servant will come to take care of you."

Chu Yunxu was sweating profusely from the pain. When he heard Chu Yizhao's words, the resentment, grievance, fear, and chill in his heart over the past few days collapsed at this moment.

He asked Chu Yizhao ignorantly, is this a dream...

Chu Yizhao didn't answer, but just asked him to take the medicine and said he would come to see him again in two days.

Her voice is soft and warm, like the spring breeze in April.

Chu Yunxu nodded obediently and drank the bowl of bitter medicine, his eyes full of hope and dependence looking pitiful.

Like a dog...

She once thought that the Chu family was only cruel to outsiders, but she didn't expect that they were so cruel to their own flesh and blood as well.

These people could actually turn a blind eye to the sight of their seriously injured youngest son, younger brother and older brother being bullied by slaves in bed.

So cold-blooded.

It is as if blood relatives are just decorations, and once they lose their value, they will be smashed and discarded.

The Chu family is rotten...

"Miss"

In the yard, the new servant bowed his head respectfully.

Chu Yizhao glanced at the house behind him and smiled.

"The young master loves reading, remember to tell him about the grand occasion of the Autumn Examination"

“He will be very happy.”