Seeing the change in Shuji's face, Zhuge Mingkong immediately asked: "How is it?"

"Your Majesty, do you have a few questions that I would like to ask?" Shusi retracted his hand and looked at Rong Yu.

"But it doesn't matter." Rong Yu's smile was gentle and soft, like a pearl shining in the room at night.

"First, why did you divorce Zhuge Mingkong four years ago? Second, how is she not worthy of you? Third, how much do you know about your body?"

After Shusi finished speaking, Zhuge Mingkong stroked his forehead with a headache. She looked at Rong Yu, and then said: "You can ignore the first two questions and answer the last question directly."

"What? I'm seeking justice for you!" Shuji said dissatisfiedly. His good intentions were struck by lightning, which was really unlucky.

"Ha..." Rong Yu chuckled, and then replied in a gentle voice: "I know my body."

"Then do you know that it is even harder to recover than to reach the sky?" Shuji's expression instantly became serious, without any trace of the childish temper just now.

"Yes!" Rong Yu nodded lightly, his eyes like moonlight, overflowing with brilliance and brilliance.

"But the prince is really not an ordinary person. It is really a miracle that he can live like this for four years." Shuji said, with surprise in his eyes. His previous disapproval of Rong Yu was completely overturned at this moment.

changed.

"Shushi, what happened to him?" Zhuge Mingkong was a little anxious after hearing the two men's riddle-like words, so he asked.

"Xiao Tou, Prince Anling is not sick."

"Rong Yu is not sick?" Zhuge Mingkong obviously didn't believe it. His pain didn't seem to be fake.

"Well, he is not sick, but poisoned." Shuji said, and then his voice became serious: "This poison is Zhuang Shengmeng, the most poisonous poison in the world, and it is also mixed with spiritual magic, making this poison incurable.

Treatment is hopeless. Based on the toxicity of Zhuang Sheng's dream, the poison will enter the heart and lungs of the poisoned person within a day, and there will be no life. Coupled with the spiritual magic, it must be possible to kill the person within half an hour, and there will be no recovery.

There is no room for it, but the prince was able to live under Zhuang Sheng's dream for four years. It is really not easy."

Listening to his words, the smile on Rong Yu's lips did not change, and his voice became more gentle and watery: "The Emperor Ling used his spiritual skills to protect Rong Yu's heart, so Rong Yu can live for four more years."

"The Spirit Emperor protects you?" Shusi was obviously shocked by Rong Yu's words, and then he took out a bottle from his body and put it on the table. "Your Majesty, this is the medicine I made - Qingyue, January

One pill can keep you safe for half a year. If the prince can get the Snowy Holy Lotus in half a year, there may be a glimmer of hope. If it takes more than half a year to remove the poison and remove the spiritual magic, then there will be snow.

Territory Saint Lotus, it’s too late.”

"The Holy Lotus of the Snowy Land belongs to the Zongzheng clan. Even Rong Yu is only 40% sure of getting it." Rong Yu smiled warmly. 40% may be his last chance.

At this time, Shuji's eyes fell on Zhuge Mingkong, and then he smiled slightly, and his smile was as bright as the starlight: "Your Majesty can seek help from Emperor Ling and Xiao Tou. Presumably with his power, he will naturally know Xiao Tou's other identity.

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As soon as Shuji finished speaking, Rong Yu's eyes fell on Zhuge Mingkong. Their eyes met unexpectedly, calm and far away, like late at night.
Chapter completed!