Chapter 386

Huo Yan may never guess that the so-called blood of the food doctor can save people, but she made it up to deceive him. Her blood can save people at first. Since three years ago, she has taken a poison every day. Her blood has been full of all kinds of strange poisons. Those poisons were in her body, fighting with her immune system, and each time they were forcibly suppressed. If the poison had the upper hand, maybe she would have been poisoned long ago and could not have the chance to appear here. With her amazing perseverance, she struggled with poison again and again. In those days when life was worse than death, the only thing that supported her to live was revenge.

For three years, she survived. Even though the appearance looks like ordinary people, the body is full of poison.

Lin Yao had a sarcastic smile on his lips. In those days when life was worse than death, what she feared most was to die miserably before her enemy. It's ok now. After killing that man, maybe she will be caught by his subordinates and be cut to death. Fortunately, her body is broken. I'm afraid she won't live for a few days after killing him.

That's good, she thought quietly.

She stuck to the gorgeous and strange flower branches and slowly went out of the door. The aroma of Tianxiang cardamom was the medicine that triggered the poison in his body. The demonic petals were in full bloom, waiting for the moment when he was sent to the huangquan road.

A thin figure suddenly blocked her way. Lin Yao raised his eyes. Zhou Zifang was standing there looking at her expressionless. She has always been very wary of this man. He looks like a gentle scholar with no strength to bind chickens. He is the most trusted counselor under Huo Yan and the number one military division in the army. Lin Yao always felt that when his eyes fell on himself, he always had a sense of refinement.

Zhou Zifang was intentional. He was standing in front of her without giving way.

"Lord Zhou, what are you going to do?" Lin Yao's tone contained a trace of anger. At least she is the Lord's woman now. Does this person still have any crazy thoughts about her?

Zhou Zifang politely compared her with an "please" gesture and motioned her to sit at the table: "I have a question. I want to ask Miss Lin to solve my doubts."

Lin Yao's heart trembled, her face was still calm, but her hand holding the flower branch trembled slightly. This scene just fell into Zhou Zifang's eyes, which made him firm in his guess.

He gracefully lifted up his robe and sat at the table. His dark eyes looked at the woman in front of him: "from the beginning, I thought your origin was unusual. If it weren't for the Lord, he... You wouldn't stay here."

Lin Yao slowly looked up, a faint smile appeared between his lips, and asked, "really?"

Her expression was not flustered. Zhou Zifang looked at the woman in front of her and said, "who sent you to assassinate the Lord?"

Beautiful eyes stared at him and ignored his words. At this point, is the woman still going to deny it?

Zhou Zifang suddenly stood up and the letter in his sleeve "snapped" onto the table. It was the letter that Lin Yao accidentally opened by mistake that day: "Miss Lin, you peeked at the letter from the Lord, didn't you?"

There are still tears on her head. She really can't deny it, Lin Yao thought faintly.

"I've always wondered why your Highness has always been in a strong body. Why have you been depressed and often tortured by illness since your last injury? It's your poison! What kind of food doctor's blood can save people. I guess your blood must be highly toxic“

"The Lord's headache hasn't been so severe since he left you for a few months. When you used blood as medicine around him, it's getting worse day by day. Miss Lin, what did you use to induce the Lord's pain? It's the petals of Tianxiang cardamom in your hand!"

Zhou Zifang's angry accusations fell on Lin Yao's ears. She couldn't help but smile. Unexpectedly, he saw through them all.

"Yes, I originally planned to send him to huangquan road today..." she shook the enchanting flower branch in her hand and smiled at Zhou Zifang. The other party's eyes almost burst out fire.

Zhou Zifang was so angry that he could hardly wait to kill the hateful woman now. The Lord finally got out of the shadow of Miss Wen's death, but the woman took him to a more desperate abyss.

"Say, who sent you? The emperor? Murong Zhengde? He Zhen?" Zhou Zifang's voice left angrily, and his arm pressed on the woman's death. As long as he spit out gently, the woman will immediately die on the spot.

"No one." Lin Yao replied calmly. Since she was destined to die, she must not involve others, otherwise with the temperament of a murderous devil, it might be another bloody catastrophe.

"No one?" to her words, Zhou Zifang didn't believe it at all: "Oh, then why do you poison the Lord?"

"I'm from Yuecheng." a simple sentence changed Zhou Zifang's face. It turned out that it was so.

Three years ago, Yuecheng was infected with the epidemic, and most people died in it. I think her parents and relatives may also have died in that epidemic.

"Your father died of epidemic disease?" Zhou Zifang's tone was severe: "and you blame all this on the Lord?"

He was the one who ordered the city to be slaughtered. He ignored the thousands of people in the city. He even shot the first arrow. The wronged soul of Yuecheng cries and cries for his life every day. Doesn't he deserve it?

Zhou Zifang looked at her. He opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something to her. Finally, he didn't say it. For a woman, the dead are her close relatives. Even if you explain to her, I'm afraid she won't understand.

Epidemic disease is a highly infectious disease. It will take some time to prepare an antidote. If those infected with the disease are allowed to leave the city, more people will only be infected with the disease. Killing one person and saving hundreds of people is the original choice of the Lord. But if the one who was killed was her relatives and friends, in her eyes, the lives of the 100 people would not be more valuable than the one who was killed.

This is a dilemma.

Zhou Zifang finally looked at her and left. After all, this woman is the Lord's woman, and her life and death should be decided by the Lord.

Huo Yanduan sat on the brocade couch, and his hands walked around. It was dusk when he noticed the pain in his arms.

"Ah Yao?" he tried to call. In the past, when he concentrated on his official business, Lin Yao always accompanied him silently, or put a fragrant flower in the corner of the wall, or bent down to pick herbs. He would not disturb him, but he always accompanied him.

But today, her beautiful figure did not appear in the camp.

Huo Yan's lips showed a smile. I don't know when he gradually got used to having personal company around him. Maybe he would feel lonely sometimes.

A good news came in the afternoon. If she knew it, she would be very surprised. Take it as a gift from him.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door. Huo Yan subconsciously turned back and called "a Yao", and soon realized that it was not her. She was always light as if a gust of wind could blow away. How could she make such a heavy sound of footsteps?

The visitor is Zhou Zifang. He has something military affairs to report to him. Huo Yan motioned him to sit down and answer, but Zhou Zifang stood upright and kept his eyes secret.

Huo Yan glanced at him lightly, without urging him, and waited quietly for him to speak. Zhou Zifang was silent: "the Lord is waiting for Miss Lin?"

"Yes." a short word revealed his unhappy mood. Huo Yan felt a little bored. Zhou Zifang never asked this sentence casually. What he wanted to say was related to Lin Yao.

"The Lord doesn't have to wait any longer. Miss Lin won't come." Zhou Zifang bowed his head and thought about it. "She has admitted that she poisoned the Lord. As for who ordered her, I'm interrogating. I believe there will be results soon."

Huo Yan's look didn't change. He knew that Zhou Zifang never spoke rashly. Since he came to report the matter to him, he must be ten percent sure.

Knowing that Zhou Zifang could not deceive him, he slowly asked, "where is the evidence?"

Zhou Zifang silently presented the evidence. The Tianxiang cardamom she raised with blood was the thing that lured him to poison his hair.

"Miss Lin's blood is highly poisonous. The prince was injured last time, and her poisonous blood has invaded her blood. She only needs to fold a demon flower cultivated by blood every day and put it in the house, it will induce toxicity in his body. Day after day, Huo Yan will soon be poisoned and die.

"Her blood is highly poisonous? Why is she all right?" Huo Yan put his hand on his temple, and the sharp pain on his forehead made him dizzy.

"Chen guessed that it was probably related to her taking poison for a long time. If she only took a small dose of poison every day, it would accumulate a lot of toxicity in her blood in the long run." Zhou Zifang replied respectfully.

"It's just... This process is extremely painful and takes a long time, at least two or three years. The pain of poison testing is not unbearable for ordinary people."

Even Zhou Zifang had to admire her patience. This pain was really beyond the endurance of a weak woman. Lin Yao, who seemed to be weak, survived.

Last question, why did she plan to kill him?

There are not ten thousand or eight thousand people in the world who want him to die. He has never cared, but this time is different.

The woman who wanted to kill him once saved him with her life, warmed his spleen and stomach with delicious dishes, and relieved his pain with a pair of white and tender hands. Today he knew that those were just her deception.

"As far as I know, she's from Yuecheng." Zhou Zifang's words interrupted his thoughts. Huo Yan turned his face with deep eyes, with a chilling anger on his face.

I see. No wonder she refused to reveal who her enemy was, not because she couldn't remember, but

Huo Yan suddenly laughed and turned out of the camp for a year.