The bottles and jars placed on the dressing table were smashed to the ground, making a crackling sound, the debris flew, and the room was full of mess...

Qin Wuyan's mood gradually calmed down from madness, and his voice was full of forbearance and restraint, and it gradually lowered.

The man raised his hand and closed the window, and walked to the side of the bed step by step. Suddenly, his tall body fell weakly on the bed, and he hugged Zhuang Xiaoyu tightly with both arms, "Xiao Yu, you don't even want me anymore... ..."

In this life, he was doomed to be lonely and helpless. The person he had worked so hard to get, the only remaining warmth that he wanted to keep, completely disappeared after he gained power.

The world is safe and sound, and it is worthy of the Tathagata and worthy of Qing.

The next day, the sun rose as usual.

After hearing the commotion inside, the servant waiting outside the door went inside to tidy up the bedroom as usual after a while.

Seeing the mess of broken porcelain bottles on the ground, the servant was no longer surprised, and silently cleaned up the mess.

Zhuang Xiaoyu half leaned on the wheelchair and was pushed out by Qin Wuyan. Just as she went out, she met Zhuang Qingyun, "High Priest, I read the almanac, seven days later will be a good day for offering sacrifices and relocation. Do you want to move the little one?" Move the young master's grave to the mausoleum?"

Qin Wuyan nodded: "I have also read the almanac, today is also a good day, don't wait until seven days later, let's move today."

Zhuang Qingyun raised his eyebrows in surprise. Early in the morning, he only heard that the high priest lost his temper and smashed things in the bedroom in the middle of the night last night. He didn't expect Qin Wuyan to be so calm at this time, and immediately said: : "Okay, I'll go get ready immediately."

After speaking, he left.

Qin Wuyan looked up at the sky, only feeling that the sky was bright and clear.

The butler hurried over and said in a low voice: "High Priest, the young master of the Chu family has been poisoned again, do you want to..."

Qin Wuyan glanced at the housekeeper, "I'm not a doctor, why tell me?"

After saying that, he pushed Zhuang Xiaoyu to the outside of the priest's mansion.

The housekeeper looked confused: "..."

High Priest What does this mean? Does he not care about Young Master Chu's life or something else?

Only after his wife passed away, the high priest became more moody, and he couldn't figure out the high priest's mind at all.

But what if the young master of the Chu family died in the priest's mansion like this, wouldn't it be difficult?

The housekeeper had no choice, and he had no choice but to rush to find Zhuang Qingyun.

Hearing this, Zhuang Qingyun asked the housekeeper to go to the pharmacy to inform Mo Siyu, and at the same time hurried to the wing where Chu Chuyan was imprisoned...

Zhuang Qingyun pushed open the door, and saw Chu Chuyan was bound up with chains, veins burst out around his neck, his skin was so red that he was about to bleed, he was lying on the ground rolling and struggling.

The feeling of being burned by the fire is not good.

Zhuang Qingyun was about to step forward and ordered the guards to untie the chains on Chu Chuyan's body, when Mo Siyu was swept in like a gust of wind.

Seeing Chu Chuyan being pressed to the ground, she shouted, "Go away!"

As he spoke, he looked around, pulled out the long sword on the shelf, aimed at Chu Chuyan, and struck at Chu Chuyan.

It was too late for Zhuang Qingyun to stop him, and the iron chain snapped. Mo Siyu threw the long sword in his hand to the ground, took out the medicine bottle from his arms, pinched Chu Chuyan's chin, and stuffed the pill into it. into Chu Chuyan's mouth.

Chu Chuyan was already in so much pain that his consciousness was blurred, he didn't know how to swallow it, but instinctively vomited the pill out...