In the carriage, Luo Jiuli listened to the raging voice of curses and humiliation, and knew that it was Zhao Wang Xiao Zhumo, and his eyes became colder.
Such a huge fire did not burn this bastard to death.
The original owner was dead, but I didn't expect that this cruel and hard-hearted scumbag would want to skin her, cramp her body, whip her body for three days, and hang her on the city gate.
Killing people and killing people's hearts is nothing more than that.
"It seems that I have to implement the next step of my plan."
Luo Jiuli's tone was a little casual, and he turned to look at the man aside. His thoughts had never been so calm.
"Can you untie the acupuncture points for me?"
The man glanced at her, and a hint of danger flashed under his eyes. Finally, he reached out and waved his hand, and Luo Jiuli felt relaxed.
She moved her arms, but her eyes never left the man's face.
Now, she was even more certain that this man whose identity was a mystery and whose martial arts skills were astonishing had no ill intentions towards her.
"Will you let Xiao Zhumo kill me?"
She asked tentatively.
At this time, dignity and face are not important. The most important thing is to hold on to your thighs and find a backer.
The man glanced at her and said indifferently:
"condition."
Luo Jiuli was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to realize that saving her required negotiating conditions.
Wouldn’t this man tell the whole story?
"I know medical skills and pharmacology. I will be here for you whenever you need me."
"make a deal."
What the man was waiting for was her words.
With his words, Luo Jiuli felt relieved and did not delve into why the man agreed so quickly.
As soon as he finished speaking, his body was already out of the carriage.
In the carriage, the man's eyes were filled with a gloomy and sharp luster. He moved his fingers, but in the end he still stared at the lonely back like a mountain.
Luo Jiuli put his hands behind his back and got out of the carriage. His fingers were already touching the ancient ring and he thought silently in his heart.
"Anesthetic needle, the strongest dose of anesthetic needle."
This ancient ring has a connection with her heart.
The fire in Prince Zhao's Mansion, without the medical alcohol given by Gu Jie, she would never have been able to cause chaos in Prince Zhao's Mansion so quickly.
It's just a pity, originally I wanted to burn Xiao Zhumo and Yan Tinglian to death quietly.
Unexpectedly, Grandma Sun, whose neck she wiped, was still breathing and was discovered by the patrolling soldiers.
Only then did Xiao Zhumo know that she had sneaked back to the capital and infiltrated Prince Zhao's Mansion.
Following Luo Jiuli's thoughts, within five seconds, there was an anesthetic needle in his hand.
Standing on the shaft of the car, Luo Jiuli curled his lips slightly, and the chill gradually spread across his body.
At this time, she is no longer Luo Jiuli from the Changning Dynasty, but Luo Jiuli, a military doctor from the 21st century.
Opposite, a group of guards surrounded a man in green robes and brocade robes and walked over menacingly.
The man was tall, with handsome features. He was the man Luo Jiuli saw in his dream, the husband of the original owner, King Zhao Xiao Zhumo.
After Xiao Zhumo saw Luo Jiuli's appearance, his face became more ferocious and angry.
"Luo Jiuli, you bitch, you are indeed hiding in the carriage."
"I killed my wet nurse and burned Prince Zhao's palace. I will cut you to pieces today so that you can no longer cause trouble."
"Making trouble?"
When Luo Jiuli heard this, she narrowed her eyes and jumped out of the carriage. When she saw Xiao Zhumo, the anger in her eyes was so burning that it seemed to make her feel ferocious.
"Your Majesty is really mean, unkind, and cold-blooded."
"I was in a coma, my life or death unknown, my child died tragically, and my body was still cold. The first words the prince said when he saw me were not to greet me, but to peel off my skin and cramps, whip my body for three days, and hang it on the city gate like a rotten dog."
"Isn't it true that the prince is not afraid of spoiling his concubine and destroying his wife, leading to a good death?"
Xiao Zhumo was stunned for a moment after being ridiculed by Luo Jiuli.
In his memory, Luo Jiuli had never looked at him with such a sharp look, let alone scolded him with such a tone, and had never even spoken loudly to him.
But tonight, everything seemed to be out of his control. Luo Jiuli's angry and sharp eyes were unprecedented.
No, no, he married Luo Jiuli just because he took a fancy to the family of the Duke of Yiguo.
What's more, on the wedding night seven months ago--
Thinking back to seven months ago, Xiao Zhumo frowned and his eyes were as sharp as knives.
"Do you spoil your wife by doting on your concubine? I have never treated you as my wife, so how can you spoil your wife by pampering me? In my eyes, you are not even worthy of carrying Lian'er's shoes."
When Luo Jiuli heard this, he felt a dull pain in his heart, and then it disappeared again.
She knew that it was the last remaining delusion of the original owner.
After Xiao Zhumo said these words, this delusion stopped.
She clasped her hands behind her back and hid the anesthesia needle under her wide sleeves, knowing that she could only resort to cleverness and not force.
What's more, there is a backer in the carriage. If she doesn't find a way out for herself at this time, she will be completely trampled by Xiao Zhumo in the future.
"What a coincidence. I have never regarded the prince as my husband. In my eyes, the prince is only worthy of being paired with a coquettish bitch like Yan Tinglian."