King's induction manual

Do you want to use "that bottle" of poisoned wine?

The bottle of wine was handed down from the ancestors. It is said to be poisonous wine, but it is a hundred times more fragrant than ordinary honey wine. It is said that it contains the purest alcohol power. If it is not just a sip, you will be drunk to death. The world's best wine.

But even if it makes people drunk to death, that bottle of wine is also a family heirloom of the Tanmi family, expensive and priceless.

The Viscount's sons and daughters were a little hesitant. They didn't seem to have discussed it like this before.

The viscount jumped up and cursed, "You two people who don't know how to adapt, can you still attack blatantly now? There are so many guests outside, and they haven't left. If they don't attack secretly and lie that the baroness died of drunkenness, they will surely It is spread everywhere, saying that I misidentified the adult's car, and then killed someone in a fit of anger, if such a stupid reputation reaches the ears of that adult, how can I hold my head up!"

His sons and daughters hurriedly said yes, and trotted to get wine from the deepest and most secret underground wine cellar.

The viscount walked around the room a few times, all kinds of mixed thoughts disturbed his mind like a poisonous snake, making him feel like an ant on a hot pot, unable to settle down.

He always had an uneasy premonition, as if an invisible enemy was hunting in the dark, and he was just a small bug surrounded by poisonous spider silk.

No, don't think wildly, opportunities are always fleeting, as long as he seizes this god-given opportunity in front of him, he will definitely be the final winner.

After imagining what he would be like after he became the earl, the viscount showed a greedy smile.

……

The priest leaned on the railing of the terrace, looked up at the prosperous starry sky, and showed a relaxed and comfortable smile in the intoxicating night breeze and the fragrance of flowers.

Her Lady Queen is right, the mead land is indeed a beautiful place.

Why was such a beautiful place stolen by a group of ugly things like him and his family.

"The sweetest wine is often dripping with poison, and under the purest flower petals, corpses and insects are always buried..." Accompanied by the fragrant evening breeze, he recited the nursery rhymes his mother taught him when he was young.

In Tanmiling, even nursery rhymes are wonderful, beautiful and weird at the same time.

The light flickered, and the gorgeous floor-to-ceiling curtains covering the terrace were opened a gap, and then slowly closed, a figure walked over silently.

The priest squinted his eyes, looking peaceful, blowing the night wind and singing songs, as if he hadn't noticed what happened behind him at all.

Then, a pair of hands reached out, and with endless cruel hatred, they pushed hard on his back.

With a huge force, the whole body of the priest was overturned, and he fell to the balcony with his head and feet on his feet.

The priest's black robe was blown up in the air, like a black lily blooming under the starry sky, beautiful, pure and deadly.

The assailant in the dark, fascinated by this scene, subconsciously poked his head out to look at the falling lily. The assailant seemed to be dazzled by this deadly beauty, and leaned forward, his eyes following Pianlian. The fallen lily protruded from the fence of the terrace.

Then, in front of the attackers, the pure lily fell heavily to the ground, the beautiful petals were scattered, and the bright red flower juice flowed out slowly, with a faint smell of blood, splashing high, even splashing on the attacker's body face.

From the attacker's mouth, he tasted the blood and the breath of death that the lily-like man spattered out at the last moment of his life.

She opened her mouth to reveal a vicious smile full of hatred and madness.

Blood flowed out of her mouth one by one, and the back of her head and her body were all smeared with blood. On the marble floor in the darkness, stamens slowly bloomed, like a black flower in full bloom.

A lily painted by night and blood.

Her consciousness slowly became clearer, she rolled her eyes, looked around her in doubt, and then her eyes were gradually saturated with extreme horror.

At some point, her body, along with the fallen flower, turned over from the balcony, and fell heavily on the cold and hard marble floor in front of the gate of the altar of mead.

This...what the hell is going on...

In the altar and honey wine field, there are fragrant clothes and shadows on the temples, soft music is still playing, a school of luxury and prosperity of singing and dancing.

No one noticed that just outside the door, there was a woman, watching the warm light from the window of the mansion, silently flowing blood, gliding towards death bit by bit.

She wanted to ask for help, she wanted to yell, she desperately moved her fingers, trying to reach for the warm and full of vitality shrouded in the fragrance of flowers and wine...

Who...who will save her...

However, her back was completely broken, and her throat was filled with blood, and she couldn't move at all. The only sound she could make was the slight breathing sound of continuously spitting out blood.

Shiny black leather shoes came to her side.

She rolled her eyes, trying to see.

On top of the leather shoes is the elegant priest's robe, the hem of which flutters in the wind in the dark night, like a pure and holy lily.

The priest squatted down, with a smile on his lips, admiring the figure of the Viscountess blooming in her own blood.

"Dear mistress, you underestimate me. No matter how humble I am, I am still a noble priest. I possess abilities that ordinary commoners don't have, and I am good at being mentally confused."

His expression suddenly dimmed, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, "...It's different from my whore mother who is not even considered a commoner."

The Viscountess's eyes widened all of a sudden, almost staring at the priest as if her eyes were popping out of their sockets.

The priest smiled, "Why, do you think I really don't know how my mother died?"

He looked at the altar of mead wine that was leisurely, quiet and beautifully moving, and spoke softly.

"She fell into this position just like you tonight, watching this room, and the joyful crowd high above the room. She was just like this, lying on the cold ground in the dark night, feeling her own blood, Little by little flowed out of her body, she listened to the subtle sound of gurgling water, and kept listening, and kept listening, until she heard Wei Tianming, the morning dew wet the dress she was most reluctant to wear, and then, on the second day Before a ray of sunlight hits her face, she dies quietly."

The priest stroked the Viscountess's hair lovingly, like a son loving his mother, "Were you also watching that scene at that time? No, maybe that lowly woman is not worth your visit at all." Appreciating her death, after you pushed her down, you just glanced at her, and you were all stingy to look at her."

The priest sighed softly, "Her death was so humble, so contemptible, she just let it go after a drunken slip. Taking her life, not even for a single night, can disturb your restless sleep, and you must always be proud of it." , I will wake up with a smile when I dream back in the middle of the night.”

The Viscountess stared at him with vicious hatred in her eyes.

"Yes, of course you hate, you hate her, and you hate me, so I'm not surprised that you will attack me in the same way. I just tease you a little bit, and then I can wait for you to come to my door. Thank you You gave me this opportunity to let you personally experience my mother's death, this feeling is really good."

The viscountess gurgled in her throat, and her eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment.

The priest suddenly felt that this expression was somewhat familiar. Once upon a time, when he looked in the mirror, his own handsome face was always uncontrollably distorted into this situation.

Hatred.

He hated this woman as much as this woman hated him.

The whip marks on his soul were aching, and the priest suddenly lost his spirits.

It's ridiculous, what's the point of them hating each other like this.

"Do you know, dear mistress, actually, I don't want to hate you, or rather, the person I should hate the most is not you." The priest touched her head again, with gentle compassion on his face, "You You know, whether you realize it or not, you're just a victim of the cold."

A trace of confusion flashed in the eyes of the Viscountess.

"Your husband is unfaithful, you want to vent your anger, why do you find an innocent woman, and you don't have the courage to go to the source of the crime who should really bear the consequences. After all, my mother has no ability to threaten You are aloof, she is a whore, and her relationship with the viscount is just a result of her profession."

The Viscountess looked ironic.

The priest nodded, "I understand, dealing with a whore is much easier than dealing with your noble husband. Humans are all selfish. You don't dare to hurt the enemy with a thousand and yourself. You have more strengths in the viscount's body." There are so many interests that cannot be separated, so you vented all your viciousness and anger on the so-called mistress, and killing her is just to vent."

"But, you know, I'm not you. I've always known what I want, and I can find the right one." The priest smiled regretfully, "If you hadn't shot at my mother... Actually, I wouldn't hate you .”

His hand slowly grabbed the Viscountess's neck, "Take this as my pity, and suffer less, it is a much luckier relief than my mother at the beginning."

The Viscountess stared blankly at the priest, suddenly calmed down, and looked through him at the sweet and fragrant altar of mead, her home.

Yes, no matter tonight or before, for countless days and nights, it was only her husband who brought her endless shame.

If...she can not be so cowardly, she can be more capable and courageous...if...

The Viscountess swallowed her last breath with regret.

……

In the guest room, Jiang Chongli was sleeping soundly when he was woken up mercilessly by a few hands.

"Um... annoying, go away... the king wants to sleep..."

Jiang Chongli pushed away the big hand that was reaching out to him, and even kicked him twice.

The viscount's son was sweating profusely, "Father... no way..."

The viscount was furious, "You useless thing, if she doesn't wake up, you won't stand up and force drink!"

The viscount's son hurried to set up Jiang Chongli, flustered for a while.

The viscount looked anxious, and he also took action himself, one on the left and one on the right, holding Jiang Chongli's two arms.

"What are you still doing, hurry up!" the Viscount yelled at his daughter.

"Oh, oh!" The Viscount's daughter broke Jiang Chongli's jaw, and poured a glass of poisoned wine into it with trembling hands.

Jiang Chongli licked his mouth and burped.

The three looked puzzled.

The viscount was so cruel that he didn't stop doing anything, and asked his daughter to pour the whole bottle of poisoned wine into it.

Such a large amount, do not believe it is not dead!