It was hard to convince him to "sell the sex", but it didn't work out--
Luo Jiuli glanced at the airtight screen, and wondered what Qiulian would think as she knelt outside the screen.
"Thank you for your hard work, Your Majesty. I'll go first!"
As she spoke, she stood up.
Xiao Mingxuan looked up at her silently.
"I only give you one hour."
"It won't take an hour, I'll be back in half an hour."
Luo Jiuli put on his white fox fur and looked at Nan Zhu who was standing aside.
"Nan Zhu, stay outside the screen and don't allow that Qiu Lian to get close to the screen."
Nan Zhu was startled.
"Master, don't you need your subordinates to follow you?"
Luo Jiuli waved his hand.
"No need, Nanxing is following me. You can guard the prince."
Nanzhu didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he opened his mouth and said:
"Your Majesty's martial arts skills are so high, Qiulian is no match for you."
Luo Jiuli looked at her dazed look, then looked at the man in the seat who looked like he was watching the show, and coughed hard.
"I have decided to arrange a blind date for Nan Zhu after this incident."
This silly eldest sister probably hasn’t even had sex yet.
"Pfft! Hahaha!"
Xiao Mingxuan's hearty laughter was so penetrating that people inside and outside the room could hear it clearly.
Luo Jiuli couldn't bear to see Nan Zhu's confused look, so he opened the curtain and walked out.
In the west courtyard, the steward came in to summon us.
"Qiulian, the prince wants to see you."
At that time, Qiulian was sitting by the bed, staring at the unconscious Qiaoyue without blinking, not knowing what she was thinking in her heart.
Qiulian was startled when she heard the butler's voice, and then a trace of joy appeared on her face.
"Yes, my slave will be here soon."
After saying that, he stood up, wiped his smooth hair, tugged on a white dress as clean as snow, followed the housekeeper out of the west courtyard softly and gracefully.
The housekeeper looked at her coy look and sneered in his heart.
As the housekeeper and Qiulian gradually disappeared, Nan Xing came out from the corner with the old doctor.
"Doctor, my master said that Qiao Yue needs to wake up for an hour."
Although Nan Xing was a little confused, she knew what was right.
Whatever the master asked her to do, she would do it.
The old doctor nodded.
He and the housekeeper were old acquaintances. When he left the house yesterday, the housekeeper hinted to him overtly or covertly that the woman named Qiaoyue's slit wrists and unconsciousness were all caused by Qiulian.
He had read countless people, but he never expected that Qiulian, who seemed to be weak, gentle and harmless, turned out to be a poisonous woman with a needle in her tail.
Nan Xing took the old doctor into the room, and the old doctor first checked Qiao Yue's pulse.
"hiss!"
The old doctor took a breath of air, and his face instantly became serious.
Nanxing's heart skipped a beat.
"Doctor, she, she's not dead, is she?"
The old doctor lowered his head and checked the pulse under his finger.
"She has a weak pulse. If she doesn't wake her up today, she may be close to death."
"Doctor, please save her no matter what."
She was the maid sent by the Queen Mother to teach the Ninth Prince's Mansion. If she died in the palace like this inexplicably, then the prince and his master would be blamed for this.
At this time, the old doctor didn't dare to be careless. He used his special skills. First he took out a silver needle and inserted two needles into Qiaoyue's acupuncture points. Then he took out a pill and stuffed it into Qiaoyue's mouth.
inside, wait until the pill melts, pull out the silver needle from the acupuncture point, take out a packet of medicinal powder, and rinse it with warm water.
Let Nan Xing help Qiao Yue up and forcefully pour it into her.
After busying for nearly half a cup of tea, Qiaoyue really slowly woke up.
"Um!"
Qiaoyue let out a sigh and then slowly opened her eyes.
"you're awake."
A cold female voice came, and Qiao Yue's already pale face showed shock, and she turned her head to look over with difficulty.
Then he saw Luo Jiuli, who was wearing a white fox fur, sitting on the chair opposite the bed, and behind Luo Jiuli, Nan Xing, who had a knife on his waist.
"You, Miss Luo Er."
From the initial shock, Qiao Yue's eyes darkened in an instant.
Luo Jiuli was not in a hurry, his eyes fell lightly on her wrist.
"Before we talk, take a look at your wounds."
Qiao Yue slowly raised her hand, and when she saw her wrist wrapped in a thick layer of white muslin, and the faint blood red under the muslin, her pupils trembled, and her arms trembled uncontrollably.
Luo Jiuli didn't care about her expression, because these were all within her expectations.
"Qiulian said that because of the humiliation I gave you that day, you couldn't think about it and committed suicide by slitting your wrists."
"She's talking nonsense."
Qiaoyue lowered her arms, her voice was low, and her eyes were full of gnashing hatred.
"It wasn't me who cut my wrists and committed suicide, it was her who tricked me into conspiring with her to get the chance to walk out of the west courtyard and meet the Nine Kings."
"She just told me to pretend to be sick and tricked me into drinking the tea. Then I lost consciousness and didn't even know the slightest pain."
Luo Jiuli sneered.
"Of course you don't feel it, you don't know the pain, because the tea she drank was poisoned by the tomato flower."
"Butterfly?"
Qiaoyue is not a fool. Although she is not a female doctor, she has heard of that kind of poison in the palace.
"That's right, taking three qian of Yamadaka flower orally will make people sleepy and drowsy without pain."
She worded the last five words with great emphasis.
"In other words, after you passed out, she cut your wrists with a knife herself. I think her original intention was to let you die and then blame me for your death."
"After all, we did have a quarrel the day before."
"You were humiliated by me and couldn't think about it for a moment. It's possible that you cut your wrists and commit suicide."
"I just didn't expect that your life should not have been cut off, but you actually managed to hold on until you were discovered by the servants in the house. Seeing that you were still breathing, Qiu Lian had to cry out and pretend to be compassionate, and asked the housekeeper to find someone to save you."
Qiaoyue listened to her retelling word for word, staring at the injured wrist, wishing she could bite that bitch Qiulian to death and tear her into pieces.
"Where is Qiulian? Where is she?"
This bitch actually wanted to harm her.
"Qiulian went to the front yard, and the prince summoned her."
Luo Jiuli's tone was calm.
Qiao Yue looked at Luo Jiuli in disbelief.
"The prince summoned her? That poisonous woman."
"Yes! The prince summoned her."
Luo Jiuli emphasized his tone, nodded and said:
"Because you committed suicide by cutting your wrists and were unconscious all the time, the prince had to summon her in order to understand the situation."
"However, her goal has been achieved. The prince has given an order, allowing her to walk around the house as she pleases. Not only has she been lifted from the ground, but she has also met the prince. Her goal has been achieved."
Killing people hurts the heart and draws fuel from the bottom of the cauldron.
Luo Jiuli's words completely aroused the overwhelming anger in Qiao Yue's heart.
Qiulian stepped on her blood, her life, and her trust to achieve her goal.
The author has something to say:
While writing this, Xiaoyao remembered a song that was quite popular once.
I'm afraid of ghosts, but they haven't hurt me at all.
I'm not afraid of people, but they hurt me all over.