AWB Chapter 515: The method is old but useful
Chapter 515: The method is old but useful
Before he finished speaking, the traitor on the rack suddenly jumped up! The tendons that should have been cut were intact, and the poisoned dagger pierced Lin Ci'an's chest!
The moment Chen Jiu jumped up, Chu Ziyu flicked his fingertips and shot the real detoxification pill into the collar at the back of his neck——
(If the assassination fails, Chen Jiu can fake his death and escape by biting his collar.)
"My Lord, be careful!"
The moment Pei Zheng drew his sword, Chu Ziyu had already pounced on Lin Ci'an. The white fox fur spread out on the snow like a crane with broken wings.
The poisonous blade scratched his shoulder, and blood splattered on Lin Ci'an's jade crown like red plum blossoms falling in the snow.
(System Alert: Health value drops by 30%!)
Lin Ci'an's pupils shrank suddenly. The memory of the Golden Palace in his previous life overlapped with this moment - Chu Ziyu also stood in front of him like this at that time, but what he drank was poisoned wine.
"Zi Yu!"
He subconsciously caught the falling body, and froze suddenly when his palm touched the back. The protruding spine under the thin clothes hurt him.
In his peripheral vision, Pei Zheng's sword pierced Chen Jiu's throat, but Xie Xiaofeng's arrow suddenly changed direction - whoosh!
There was a muffled sound from the eaves, and a messenger disguised as a personal guard fell down. The carrier pigeon in his hand fluttered into the air and was shot through by Xie Xiaofeng's arrow.
(The emperor's eyes have been cleared.)
Lin Ci'an's furious roar made Chu Ziyu's eardrums hurt: "Investigate this thoroughly for me! The criminal officers and guards on duty today——"
The words stopped abruptly.
The counselor in his arms suddenly choked on a large mouthful of blood, and the warm liquid soaked through his black clothes. Lin Ci'an's hand unconsciously closed, but he felt a bony spine.
(How come you are so thin?)
"My Lord..." Chu Ziyu's pale lips brushed his earlobe, "Your hands... are shaking..."
"Call the palace doctor!" When Lin Ci'an shouted, Chu Ziyu was pressing his bloody hand on his heart.
The counselor was almost exhausted: "The Marquis's... heartbeat... is so fast..."
Only then did Lin Ci'an realize that his hands were shaking.
The person in his arms was so light that he seemed to be crushed in his arms if he exerted any force. The blood oozing from the wound on his shoulder was actually black - the dagger was laced with a deadly poison that would kill instantly!
"You..." His voice was hoarse and out of tune, "Who allowed you to..."
Chu Ziyu suddenly coughed violently, and blood gushed out of his lips, staining Lin Ci'an's front red. The system panel flashed wildly in front of him: [Darkness value 150! Health value 20%! Host, take the detoxification pill quickly! ]
"My Lord..." He forced a smile, "I didn't lie to you this time..."
The bloody fingers slowly dropped, leaving a long red mark on the snow. Lin Ci'an stared at the glaring red, and suddenly picked the person up.
"Hold on." He gritted his teeth and whispered in Chu Ziyu's ear, "I won't let you die yet."
When Pei Zheng was about to catch up, Xie Xiaofeng grabbed him and said, "The Marquis is personally carrying someone back to the mansion, why are you joining in the fun?"
He glanced at the jade bottle in Pei Zheng's sleeve and snorted coldly: "Keep the golden wound medicine for yourself."
The moment Lin Ci'an kicked open the door of the east wing, Chu Ziyu chuckled in his mind: "Xiao'an's hands are shaking."
The system was about to cry when it saw the blackening value soar to 180: "Boss, please take the antidote quickly!"
"What's the hurry?" Chu Ziyu let Lin Ci'an put him on the couch. When the other party turned around to get the medicine, he quietly pressed the detoxification pill under his tongue.
When the court doctor arrived, he saw the Marquis tearing open the counselor's clothes with his bare hands. The white silk was stained with blood, like red plums crushed in the snow. The wound on the pale shoulder was hideous, and black blood kept oozing out.
"Come here!" Lin Ci'an pulled the court doctor over, "If you can't save him, you'll all be buried with him!"
Chu Ziyu suddenly grabbed his wrist: "My Lord... cold..."
Lin Ci'an held his cold fingers with his backhand, and when he felt the unhealed porcelain scar on his palm, his heart felt like it was being tightly grasped. This was the injury she had suffered for him...twice.
(Fake, fake, system redemption.)
"Prepare hot water!" He pulled off his cloak and wrapped it around Chu Ziyu, but heard the person in his arms ask softly: "My Lord... why... saved me... aren't you hoping for your subordinate's death?"
Lin Ci'an suddenly froze.
Why? Because those bloodstained hands had reviewed memorials for him until dawn? Because those sick bones had saved him from three assassination attempts? Or was it because of... the cup of poisoned wine in his previous life?
"I will not allow you to die." He finally said viciously, "Your life is mine."
Chu Ziyu smiled, and while swallowing the antidote, he deliberately let a tear fall on the back of Lin Ci'an's hand: "Then... Marquis... you must... watch carefully..."
(System prompt: Darkening value -50! Currently 130/100)
Outside the window, Pei Zheng was peeking through the window frame, but Xie Xiaofeng grabbed him by the collar and dragged him away: "If you look again, I'll dig your eyes out."
"I'll just take a look at Mr. Chu..."
"What are you looking at!" Xie Xiaofeng pressed him against the wall, gritting his teeth, "How can you worry about the person that the Marquis personally takes care of?" As he said that, he stuffed a heater into Pei Zheng's arms, "Hold on! You can't show off when your wounds haven't healed yet!"
(East Wing, Night)
The candlelight flickered. After the court doctor retreated tremblingly, Lin Ci'an stared at the man sleeping on the couch and suddenly lifted his left sleeve.
A light blue bruise appeared on his wrist - it was the fingerprint left by him this morning.
There was a very light "click" sound coming from outside the window.
Lin Ci'an threw the dagger without even looking back!
"Oh!"
Pei Zheng came in, covering his torn sleeve, followed by Xie Xiaofeng with a livid face.
"Lord! We caught the man who handed the knife to Chen Jiu!" Pei Zheng raised a badge in a hurry, "It's Zhao Wu! But he was just in prison..."
"He committed suicide by taking poison." Xie Xiaofeng added in a cold voice, but his eyes were fixed on Pei Zheng's bloody cuffs.
Lin Ci'an suddenly sneered: "Okay, one by one..."
He leaned over to tuck in the quilt for Chu Ziyu, his fingertips brushing against his cold eyelashes, and heard the sleeping man murmur:
"Xiao An... don't look... it's dirty..."
(Darkness value -30! Currently 70/100)
Pei Zheng stared in amazement as the marquis crushed the medicine bowl with his bare hands.
The porcelain shard pierced into his palm, and blood mixed with medicine dripped onto Chu Ziyu's snow-white inner garment, just like the blood he coughed up on the day of the execution.
(System 6872: "Fuck you, Boss! The Darkness Value has risen back to 100!")
Chu Ziyu chuckled in the depths of his consciousness:
("Why are you in such a hurry... He is just... distressed.")