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

Nan Rong was indeed forced to death.

Chu Yizhao walked on the path, thinking about Nan Rong's ending.

Standing under the tree, Chu Yizhao looked up at the sky. It was a scorching hot day.

Since ancient times, the battle for the crown prince has been a necessary battle in every dynasty. The current crown prince is the emperor's legitimate son.

The emperor and empress were not in harmony, and there were several favorite concubines in the harem, all of whom had children.

Although Emperor Yuan An had no intention of deposing the crown prince, the other concubines and princes had the intention of seizing the throne.

The East Palace is a sitting duck.

And Nan Rong is the deepest thorn in the prince's heart.

Nan Rong saved his brother when he was ten years old, and he is sixteen this year, exactly six years have passed. The prince has reached the age of choosing a concubine, but Nan Rong's injury has not improved.

The most important thing is that she has a father who loves him dearly and a brother who holds military power.

Once Nan Rong dies, Prince Liang and his son will inevitably turn against the Crown Prince.

How did Nan Rong die? It was her fake aunt who sent someone to deliver a mirror in the middle of the night.

A small, square mirror.

The next day, Prince Liang saw the body of his beloved daughter with a bloody head at the bottom of the small building...

However, within three months, Prince Liang was paralyzed on his sickbed and passed away.

Chu Yizhao touched his heart. Prince Liang knew the secret recipe of Taoist Tianguang, but the master had passed away by then.

Although she knew about Nan Rong's injury, ordinary Zero Lotus Grass was useless and there was nothing she could do even if she knew.

A month ago, she met Prince Liang Wei Jingchuan at the foot of Wuqing Cliff.

Prince Liang guessed that she was Tianguang's apprentice and begged her to save him, but Nanrong's injury was too severe, unless he used the fifty-year-old lotus grass...

Prince Liang was gentle and virtuous. He knew very well how important appearance was to a woman and was unwilling to take her away by force. He only asked Chu Yizhao to go and show her to Nan Rong, to which Chu Yizhao agreed.

Just after Chu Yingxue started applying facial mask, within a few days, the news of Nan Rong’s death spread all over the capital…

It’s different now. Some people like the 45-year-old one, so she uses the 50-year-old one to save people…

The sun above my head condensed into red-hot iron hooks, burning my skin, sizzling and smoking...

On the back mountain of Tianqing Temple, Chu Yizhao dragged his heavy body and stepped into the dry and hard soil step by step.

"Snap" a black beetle the size of a copper coin hit Chu Yizhao's face. Just as it was about to fly away, it was firmly caught by Chu Yizhao's two fingers, thrown to the ground, and stepped on to pieces.

The reason why he mastered the two-finger Zen skill is that he used to catch insects and make medicine for people every day.

Who is it for?

Chu Yizhao stopped and looked at the sun, wondering if he had forgotten something important.

Today is the sixth day of the lunar new year...

The sixth day!

Damn it! Wei Xingli!

Ahhhhh, how could I forget this ancestor!

Chu Yizhao lifted his clothes and ran towards the West Mountain.

Human life is at stake! Human life is at stake!

The green bamboos are towering, the leaves blocking out the sun, a few birds are singing in the air, and only the last rays of the scorching sun are left, shining into the thatched hut in the bamboo sea.

There was a person in the thatched cottage, with long eyebrows, handsome eyes, white teeth and red lips. His skin was extremely thin and bright, and his eyes were full of charm and charm.

The upturned peach blossom eyes are passionate and romantic, but they are overshadowed by the noble aura around them, making them less feminine and more noble.

The white robe was loose. The man silently took off his belt, held one end, and threw the other end upwards. A three-foot-long white silk passed through the beam and fell in front of the man.

Wei Xingli held the two ropes expressionlessly, tied them together into a knot, and stuffed his head in without hesitation. He pushed his feet back hard, and the stool fell to the ground with a noise.

The slender legs struggled reflexively, the five fingers were clenched, and the hands hung down without any strength. The snow-white face was red and hideous, and there was no trace of beauty left.

"Wei Xingli!"

a roar

A black figure rushed in like a sharp arrow and hugged the legs of the hanged man.

Chu Yizhao held Wei Xingli's legs and used all his strength to lift him up.

"Wei Xingli! You...you better wake up! Get down here!"

Not long after the man was hung up, while he was still unconscious, he felt someone grabbing his leg and thought it was a servant.

Don't don't!

I want to die!

Let me die!!

Wei Xingli kicked desperately, trying to shake off the man's shackles.

With his legs tightly encircled by his arms, Wei Xingli thrust his waist forward like a live fish thrown onto the shore, flapping his body vigorously back and forth...

Chu Yizhao was swayed left and right by him, and he wished he could bite him to death!

"You... stop shaking! I'm going to vomit!"

Chu Yizhao used all his strength to lift the man up and throw him back.

“Ahaha!!!”

Chu Yizhao, whose face was flushed red, let out a warrior's roar, deep and full, and threw Wei Xingli off.

Wei Xingli was thrown out of the hut and fell to the ground like a plaster. He choked on air and began to cough violently.

“Cough cough…cough cough cough”

Chu Yizhao collapsed on the ground, his arms a little weak, and stared coldly at Wei Xingli, whose face was red from coughing.

Good, good, I can still cough and haven’t become a mute yet.

In his previous life, Wei Xingli also hanged himself in this small thatched hut. He didn’t die, but he was hanged for too long, his throat was shattered, and he became a mute.

His already frail body became even weaker and sicker, which greatly added to the difficulty of Chu Yizhao's subsequent recuperation and treatment!

Considering the generous medical fees in her previous life, she decided to do a good deed this time to accumulate blessings for herself.

Chu Yizhao staggered to her feet and was about to leave, but as soon as she passed the plaster, Wei Xingli crawled back into the house using her hands and feet, ready to do it again.

Chu Yizhao opened his mouth wide, his pupils screaming, and quickly ran back to hug him

“Wei Xingli! What are you doing! I…I finally managed to save you!”

"Why save me! Let me go! I don't want to live in this world at all!"

Striking stones is like jade. This was the first time Chu Yizhao heard Wei Xingli's voice, and it sounded quite nice...

but…

"That's not OK!"

"open!"

"I do not!!!"

During the struggle, Wei Xingli tripped over a stool on the ground. His tall body lost its balance and he fell sideways. Chu Yizhao was dragged to the ground by him, and her left hand was pressed down. The rough mud made her gasp.

Seeing that he was about to get up again, Chu Yizhao didn't care about the pain in his arm. He jumped on the horse, sat on the man's waist, raised his right hand high, stretched out his palm like the wind, and slapped the man in the face.

"Snapped!"

"Are you awake yet?"

Chu Yizhao raised his eyebrows and roared fiercely.

The bamboo leaves shook a few times, then fell down with a rustling sound. When the breeze blew, they fluttered in the air.

The man on the ground had his face hit on the side and lay motionless, with a disheveled little Taoist priest sitting on his waist.

Chu Yizhao's left hand hurt, which made her a little anxious, so she used more force, and a clear slap mark quickly appeared on Wei Xingli's fair face.

Now he was lying still again. Chu Yizhao was a little scared. He hoped he would not be beaten to death... This old man was so frail...

"Are you... okay? I just don't want you to commit suicide."

"You won't blame me, will you...Wei Xingli? Wei!"

Wei Xingli suddenly turned his head and stared at Chu Yizhao. His glass-like eyes did not move, as if he wanted to imprint the person firmly in his eyes.

Chu Yizhao's heart skipped a beat. Was he holding a grudge?

The emperor never slapped the noble prince, but he would definitely take revenge if she slapped him!

"My Lord, My Lord"

Hearing shouts from afar, Chu Yizhao jumped up, without even looking at the person lying on the ground, he gathered up his clothes and ran deep into the bamboo forest.

After the people ran away, the man lying on the ground touched his burning face and uttered a name through gritted teeth.

"Chu! Yi! Zhao!"