The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

Wen Nu glanced at the medicated food lightly, did not touch it, used some porridge casually and stopped eating, before putting down the chopsticks, there were small footsteps outside the hall door.

Zhang Quan'an hurried in with the food box, saw the immortal master eating, bent down and took out the soup and medicine from the food box, and put it on the table next to him.

"Master Immortal, His Majesty sent servants to bring you medicine specially."

The brown concoction in the jade bowl was still steaming, and Wen Nu could tell from a glance that it was the medicine that he had to drink every night.

Wen Nu frowned slightly, did not move the jade bowl, and said in a cold voice, "What do you mean?"

Wu Naike looked back and forth between the immortal master and Zhang Quan'an suspiciously, always felt that the immortal master and His Majesty were a little strange recently, His Majesty would send Eunuch Zhang to watch the immortal master take medicine every day, but he didn't know what kind of medicine it was.

Zhang Quan'an wiped the sweat off his face, and bent his back even more: "Return to Immortal Master, Your Majesty said that Immortal Master will drink a bowl of this medicine every day after eating."

After saying what His Majesty meant, Zhang Quanan lowered his head tightly, afraid of being kicked out by the angry immortal master.

But different from what he thought, Wen Nu's face was very calm, only the fingers hanging by his side trembled slightly, revealing his humiliation at this time, but remembering the embarrassment of being force-fed the drug that day, he stretched out his hand to take it with his eyes down. The jade bowl drank all the medicine inside.

"Go down."

"Yes yes yes..." Zhang Quanan hurriedly packed up the jade bowl, carried the food box and left, and returned to Taiji Palace to report to His Majesty.

Wen Nu asked Wu Naike to go out together, and when he was the only one left in the hall, he slightly parted his red lips and spit out the medicine contained in his mouth, even though he drank some, it was better than drinking all of it.

Looking at the man's posture, he can't wait to move on to the next step.

Wen Nu's beautiful eyes were sad, and his face was very pale because of the forced use of spiritual power. Standing in front of the window, he looked at the white barrier above the palace from a distance, and kept thinking of a solution in his heart.

With his current appearance, his spiritual power is lacking and his spiritual veins are damaged, and he is trapped in a powerful barrier.

"Master Immortal, Master Guoshi is here."

Wu Naike's voice sounded from outside the hall, interrupting Wen Nu who was in deep thought. Hearing the word "National Teacher", a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

Putting away the emotions in the eyes, he said in a gentle voice: "

Let the national teacher come in. "

Soon the door of the palace was opened, the national teacher Xue Yuan walked in wearing a thick plush cloak, smelled the strong smell of medicine in the palace, and slightly raised his eyelids.

But there was still no expression on his face, and he walked towards the fallen angel expressionlessly, and said in a cold voice: "Is Qing Ya sick?"

Wen Nuwen shook his head with a smile, opened the window to let the smell of medicine dissipate in the hall, sideways asked the national teacher to go to the study in the small hall, and the two chatted about yesterday's topic.

At this time, the Taiji Palace was completely silent. The emperor sitting on the dragon chair looked at the portrait of the man on the table with a sullen face. His face became darker and uglier as he looked back, and the anger in his eyes was about to overflow.

It just so happened that Zhang Quanan came back with the medicine and rescued the little eunuchs and maids who were waiting in the palace.

The tyrant's fiery eyes flicked to Zhang Quan'an instantly, he closed the portrait heavily, and leaned back on the chair with a sullen face: "Say."

Facing the pressure of the emperor, Zhang Quanan began to sweat again on his forehead, and hurriedly knelt on the ground and replied: "Reporting to Your Majesty, the immortal master saw that the servant sent the soup and medicine, and asked the servant what he meant, and the servant said what your majesty said. The immortal master listened." After that, I drank the medicine calmly."

Gu Yu's eyelids drooped slightly, and upon hearing this, he clenched his fists tightly, tightly clenched the handle of the dragon chair under his hand, and frowned slightly: "The fallen angel may have other reactions."

Zhang Quan'an thought about it, shook his head and said, "No, no..."

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and suddenly the heavy portrait was thrown on the ground, and the cloudy and uncertain emperor's face turned black and he was about to drip ink: "Damn——"

If the fallen angel refuses, he will definitely slow down the plan, and won't let him conceive the child of the fallen angel so quickly!

Thinking of a stranger who was going to do things with the Fallen Angel in Dunlon, his dark eyes were gloomy and irritable, and there was a sternness in the end of his eyes.

"Pick it up for Gu." Gritting his teeth, he ordered the eunuch to pick up the portrait, and continued to look at the portrait of the man on it with a cold face, his eyes wandering through the portrait and he didn't know where he went.

In the North Palace, everything was peaceful.

Wen Nu listened to the national teacher mentioning the matter of leaving the palace intentionally or unintentionally in his ear, with a just right smile on the corner of his lips, neither too enthusiastic nor too indifferent, talking back and forth with him neither overbearing nor humble, the two It's not easy, and they quickly figured out their own ideas.

At noon, the national teacher stayed for lunch, and after sending him away, he turned around and saw the man standing in front of the North Palace gate.

A man in black clothes.

Gu Yu gloomily glanced at the leaving figure of the national teacher, holding a food box in his hand, Wen Nu looked very familiar, and realized that this food box was the one Zhang Quan'an carried.

The red lips raised slightly, and the deer eyes squinted at him, and said with a smile: "What? Are you afraid that the deity will not drink it? Didn't Zhang Quan'an tell you that the deity has completely drank the medicine for getting children."

Suddenly seeing the smile on the fallen angel's face, the tyrant froze in place. Ever since the fallen angel found him talking to Ah Yuan that day, he had never seen the fallen angel smiling at him. Now that he saw it, his heart was beating wildly.

Seeing his strange expression, Wen Nu frowned and turned his head to look at him. Seeing his dull expression, his pupils shrunk to reflect his figure, he subconsciously dodged his gaze to avoid meeting his gaze.

Gu Yu came back to his senses and rolled his throat without answering, carrying the food box and following the fallen angel into the bedroom, as if he was still reminiscing about the smile just now, the gloomy violence in his eyes was relieved.

Opening the food box, two plates of pastries were brought out from inside. The pastries were crystal clear and light green, very much like what Wen Nu had made before.

"Would you like to taste it?"

The tyrant took a piece and handed it to the fallen angel's lips, with anticipation in his eyes.

Wen Nu looked down at the pastry on his lips and the white fingertips holding the pastry, his red lips parted slightly, and under the expectant eyes of the tyrant, he moved his lips away, and said in a cold voice: "No need, Your Majesty will still have a son." Take out the medicine early, otherwise it will be hard for the deity to swallow it."

As early as when the person opened the food box, he could smell the smell of the seed medicine. At first, when he saw two plates of crystal green pastries, he thought that the man had improved, but unexpectedly there was a strong smell of the seed medicine beneath the sweetness.

The tyrant was slightly taken aback by what the Fallen God said, shook his hand holding the pastry, the soft smile on his face gradually disappeared, he put it back on the plate, opened the second floor of the food box, and brought out the soup with a blank expression. jade bowl.

Covering up his loss with a sneer, the words he said were extremely ugly: "Since the elder doesn't want to take it, then he just drank the child-receiving medicine. Gu has already found a handsome man for the elder, and promised that the elder will conceive the son of the Fallen God in one fell swoop."

Wen Nu's face turned pale, and he took the medicine bowl and drank it down in one gulp. He drank too fast, couldn't help but bent over and coughed violently, and asked Gu Yu to go out in a hoarse voice: "Get out, get out..."

worry in the eyes of tyrants

It passed by in a flash, but thinking that the Fallen Angel had been treating each other with a cold face, the hand that was about to be stretched out was retracted into the sleeve, and he curled his lips into a sneer: "Why, isn't the Immortal Elder the most charming person?"

Wen Nu's face was red and white, and there were physiological tears at the end of his eyes. Hearing Gu Yu's words, he swept his eyes fiercely at him, his voice was hoarse, and he coughed lightly while covering his lips from time to time: "Gu, Gu Yu——"

The tyrant was numb from the Fallen Angel's gaze, very much like the Fallen Angel who was bullied by him that day, with tears in the corners of his eyes and red lips.

The palm of his hand seemed to be scalded, and he trembled subconsciously, fearing that if he stayed in Beigong, he could not help but give up his plan, and left in a hurry, even forgetting to take the food box.

Wu Naike, who was waiting outside the door, saw that His Majesty had left, so he quickly entered the hall and poured a cup of tea for the Immortal Master. While waiting outside, he heard the Immortal Master coughing non-stop. He didn't know what His Majesty had done, and it was too unpleasant Be gentler.

"Does the fairy still want water?"

Seeing that the immortal master had finished drinking the tea, he held the teapot and asked, if the immortal master wanted to drink, it was just full.

The blush on Wen Nu's face gradually faded, and the itchiness in his throat was soothed by the warm water. Hearing Wu Naike's question, he shook his head: "No, go down and rest, there's nothing to do here."

Wu Naike responded, bent down and retreated, and carefully closed the door of the bedroom.

When he was the only one left, his brows and eyes were depressed, his straight back was bent, and his shoulders seemed to be heavily pressed by something.

Blinking her sour eyes, her pupils were covered with a layer of water mist, thinking of the extremely ugly words of that person, her heart was dull.I don't know if it's because of the medicine, but my throat is extremely bitter, as if I swallowed something that shouldn't be eaten.

Thinking of his imminent situation, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, restraining his negative emotions to the depths of his heart, and his face regained its former indifference and calmness.

When the national teacher comes to Beigong tomorrow, he can use him to leave here.He avoids the crowd to observe the white barrier above the palace, and if he has physical contact with the national teacher, he can pass through the barrier. He has experimented with something that stained his breath, and he did not disturb the person who set up the barrier.

Presumably that person specially set up an enchantment to imprison him, and did not set the national teacher into the formation, which also gave him a chance to leave Gu Gong.

Make sure to pay attention, Wen Nu sat cross-legged on the couch, meditating and practicing in the sun, striving to

Take more and absorb the essence of the sun and the moon to restore the spiritual power that can return to the Immortal Mansion.

Tai Chi Palace.

No candles were lit in the Tai Chi Palace. Although it was sunny at noon, the whole hall was still cold and damp.

Gu Yu sank into the dragon chair, holding up his right hand and turning around in front of his eyes, as if he was recalling something through the palm of his hand.

That day he used this hand to entangle the Fallen Angel, and the Fallen Angel lay in his arms with red eyes, tears hanging from the corners of his eyes like today, unable to shed, pitiful and at the same time wanting to be bullied even more .

Glancing at the portrait album on the desk from the corner of the eye, he narrowed his eyes and his mind went blank.When he came back to his senses, a piece of debris had fallen on the ground, and he tore the album with the portrait of the man to pieces.

Without the portrait, the irritable mood since yesterday was relieved, he smiled in a good mood, got up from the dragon chair and left, curled his lips, raised his toes sickly and dangerously, and crushed the man's face on the ground hard.

National Teacher's Office

The national teacher Xue Yuan leaned against the golden silk wooden couch by the window, his body was covered with a thick plush blanket, his lips were pale, and he was panting weakly. Although his body was suffering, his eyes looking out of the window were still cold.

The figure shrouded in black mist knelt on the ground, and his sight was drawn away by the figure on the bed from time to time.

"Hei Zhuo."

Although Xue Yuan's voice was cold and weak, the warning in it made Hei Zhuo tremble all over, he hastily withdrew his gaze and lowered his head, and reported to the master what happened in the palace.

"Returning to Master, His Majesty went to the North Palace again today. The two of them continued to quarrel, and finally His Majesty left with a cold face. But..."

Hei Zhuo glanced at the weak master, opened his mouth and said in a low voice: "However, His Majesty tore up the portrait of the man you sent up..."

Xue Yuan covered his lips and coughed lightly, even though the room was stained with a brazier, his body was still very cold, his throat was itchy and sore, as if soaked in demon magma, it was hot and uncomfortable.

"Oh?"

The national teacher's face remained unchanged, suppressed coughing and continued: "Really? It seems that His Majesty really likes this Fallen Angel very much."

The tone was so flat that people couldn't hear the emotions clearly, but Hei Zhuo knew that the master would not let the plan get out of control.

"Go down, keep staring." A cold light flashed in Xue Yuan's eyes, he gathered the thick blanket tightly, and stared out the window with his face propped sideways, wondering what he was thinking.

Heizhuo silently dissipates the black mist,

The figure disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared before.

The silver charcoal in the brazier was crackling, Xue Yuan closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep, and the consciousness in the dream came outside the land of the demons for the first time.

Surrounded by mist, I walked in and found that this is the gate of the National Teacher's Mansion, but it is different from the current National Teacher's Mansion.He stepped into the mansion with his legs open, and just half a step in, a young man in a red robe suddenly jumped out of the door, but his face was blurred, making it hard to see his facial features.

"Xue Yuan, you're finally back!" The young man said cheerfully, his white and slender hands held his arm, holding a red fur-collared cloak in his arms.

Seeing him standing there with a cold face, the young man muttered a big ice cube in a low voice, tiptoed and spread the cloak over him, and said earnestly: "You can't go out after dressing well. What if you get sick? So weak!"

Regardless of his expression, the boy in red clothes pulled him into the mansion.

The mansion here is very different from the National Teacher's Mansion. There are many flowers planted on the edge of the path, and the petals are dancing in the sun, which is full of warmth.

Hearing the chirping voice of the young man beside him, Xue Yuan always felt that he had heard this voice somewhere, but he couldn't remember it after thinking for a long time.

Unknowingly, the surrounding environment changed, red lanterns were hung around, and servants in the mansion kept coming and going, with beaming faces.

The young man in red was sitting in the courtyard, seeing him coming in, he didn't greet him cheerfully like in the past.

"Xue Yuan, you lied to me, I will not marry you." The young man's tone was lost and hopeless, his blurred face seemed to be covered with tears.

Xue Yuan frowned slightly with his always expressionless face, glanced at the bright red wedding gown on his body, and stood there staring at the young man not far away, feeling a bit aching in his heart.

After a long time, the picture gradually collapsed, and he suddenly woke up from the dream. It seemed that the emotions in the dream still remained in his heart, which made people feel unhappy.

Gently raised his hand, pinched his sore temples, his sleeves slid down, revealing his fragile and slender wrists, as pale as his face, tinged with sickness.

Thinking of what the boy in the dream said in his heart, there was a rare fluctuation on his cold face.

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