It directly hit Ning Jiumo's abdomen.
The man behind him snorted, his hands softened, and the sachet fell to the ground.
Bai Weiwei stepped on the sachet, turned around and grabbed his collar, her face was extremely cold, "I have endured you for a long time, don't give me a reason to kill you."
Ning Jiumo's eyes were terrifyingly bright, and his expression was equally cold.
"How dare you, you taught that fool not to condone the following people who committed crimes. As a result, you were humble enough to commit crimes knowingly."
Bai Weiwei said every word with a serious expression.
"On me, it's only him, not you."
So he is not worthy of her respect and love.
Her eyes were so cold and full of unfamiliar killing intent.
Ning Jiumo's hand held her wrist and gently removed it.
Bai Weiwei was at a loss for a moment, how could she have no strength in her hands.
The medicine in the sachet was still effective, and her body was so weak that she was pushed onto a chair by Ning Jiumo.
Ning Jiumo stretched out his hand expressionlessly and tugged at his collar.
He was wearing a stone blue prince's uniform, and on the wide cuffs, the golden thread of the dragon was faintly visible.
Prestigious and elegant.
This is the temperament revealed from the bones, which was cultivated by the etiquette of the prince he had received.
Even after so many years of grinding, he woke up, still like a bright moon and jade, green pines and white snow.
Ning Jiumo put one hand behind his back waist, and said with a cold face: "He is your boss, I am your boss, don't forget, I can let him live, you can take him to run? Where can you run? go."
Bai Weiwei sat on the chair with weak hands and feet, without saying a word.
Ning Jiumo didn't talk to her either, she was angry when she saw her.
A woman who likes a fool is also a fool.
He looked at her a few more times, and he was afraid of contracting a stupid disease.
He said: "Tomorrow I will go up to the court as auspicious auspiciousness. You'd better pray. At that time, I can still stay awake in the court. If it is your fool, I guess I will be beheaded if I go up directly."
The so-called auspicious omens are said by the Taoist priests.
When the lucky star falls into the palace tomorrow, he will regain his sanity, and even restore his face.
Ning Jiumo's hand touched the scar on half of his face.
The potion has already been prepared.
The scars on his face now are all condensed from special potions, and they look uneven and terrifying.
But these disfigured potions are actually good medicines for wounds.
He knew there should still be wounds on his face.
But the wound is definitely not big.
So whether it is to restore consciousness, or to restore appearance.
He has ready-made conditions.
What he didn't say was, although he didn't find an antidote.
But after so many years of research and development, there is a drug that can still suppress toxicity.
It is this drug that suppresses poisons and can't be eaten too much.
Because eating too much is like drinking poison to quench thirst, if it breaks out one day.
Those oppressive poisons would destroy his brain together.
He will be worse than he is now.
At that time, she was happy.
She wished he had been stupid.
Ning Jiumo glared at her angrily, "In order to survive, tomorrow is the key. At that time, I will pretend to have amnesia. You are still my palace maid."
He would pretend to have amnesia.
Otherwise, his good father, how could he rest assured to keep him.
After all, he was afraid of death. He remembered that Concubine Rou was killed and the clan was destroyed.
Eat one bite at a time.
Solve the prince, kill the queen, and finally the throne.
I don't know how many years this plan has been laid out, and once it is launched, there is no possibility of going back.