Reborn from the bottom of the coffin, the miracle doctor and the ugly concubine fight against the wo

In Qiangweiyuan, Su Nuanyu waited for a long time without seeing Aunt Lai come back, so she sent a little girl to check.

Not long after, the little girl ran back with a pale face and said that Aunt Lai died in the princess's room.

Murong Xiao and Su Nuanyu were shocked and asked how the person died, but the little girl was trembling and couldn't answer.

The two had no choice but to go to Qionghuayuan in person.

When I arrived at the place, I saw Grandma Lai lying on her back in front of the bed, with a silver hairpin stuck in her throat, and her body was already cold.

But Chu Zhao was sitting on the bed, slowly chewing a chicken leg, and he was still wearing the exaggerated shroud. The picture was indescribably weird.

"Mommy!" Su Nuanyu was startled at first, and then burst into tears, her delicate body crumbling.

Murong Xiao stretched out his hand to support her and looked at Chu Zhao with raised eyebrows: "What did you do? How did Grandma Lai die?"

"I killed him." Chu Zhao held the drumstick in his hand, with no trace of emotion on his dark face. "This slave poisoned me in the medicine. After I found out, he tried to force me to drink the medicine. I had no choice but to stab him to death with a hairpin." Got her."

What she said was light and perfunctory, as if a human life was not worth mentioning in her eyes.

Murong Xiao frowned and looked at her dark and rough face, the strange feeling from before came to mind again.

People in the market love to tell some strange stories about reviving corpses. Although he has heard a lot, he never believes in these ghosts and ghosts.

But the woman in front of him was so different from the Chu Zhaozhen before that he couldn't help but think about it too much.

"You poisonous woman, Aunt Lai was specially sent by Concubine Su to serve you, but you actually framed her for poisoning you. I ask you, how did you know that the medicine was poisonous?"

Murong Xiao's eyes were locked on Chu Zhao, trying to discern any clues from her face.

"I smelled it." Chu Zhao said calmly, "That Diao Nu put aconitum in the medicine. Aconitum is also called heartbroken grass. The prince must have heard of it, right?"

Murong Xiao looked stern, and his doubts deepened.

"The king of heart-broken herbs has naturally heard of it, but you are not a doctor. How could you know it is poisonous just by smelling it? I think you are just talking nonsense."

Chu Zhao didn't lie, she could indeed smell it.

Although she couldn't even remember who she was, she did have many memories related to medical skills in her mind. Those pharmacological and medical prescriptions, she read, heard and asked about them. She didn't need to think hard, she was there.

But she couldn't say this to Murong Xiao, so she could only make up a random reason.

"Although I am not a doctor, I have lived in a Taoist temple since I was a child. I go up the mountain every day to collect herbs for the immortals in the temple. I help the immortals practice medicine and make elixirs. After a long time, it is natural to identify the medicinal herbs."

Chu Zhao paused and pointed to the medicine bowl on the ground.

"There is still some concoction left in the bowl. If the prince doesn't believe it, just ask someone to check it. They will also find out who ordered this troublesome slave to harm me."

There was a sneer at the corner of her mouth, and she looked at Su Nuanyu with a dark look.

Su Nuanyu originally wanted to encourage the prince to pursue her for murder, but when she saw this, she was immediately frightened and shivers ran down her spine.

"Your Majesty, I sent Aunt Lai to serve my sister, but Your Majesty was in my courtyard at that time. You also heard what I said to her. I never asked her to harm my sister!"

As she spoke, she took out her handkerchief to wipe her tears, and covered her chest with her other hand to cough.

Murong Xiao's suspicious eyes fell on her face, and seeing her crying pitifully, he finally softened his expression: "Don't worry, I know you are not that kind of person, I will definitely find out the truth and restore your innocence. of."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. With Your Majesty's words, I feel relieved." Su Nuanyu sobbed.

Murong Xiao waved to his personal attendant Beiyuan: "The princess killed people for no reason. She will be sent to the abandoned hospital and imprisoned until I find out the truth before dealing with her!"

"No, Your Majesty, the abandoned courtyard is cold and remote. My sister's body will definitely not be able to bear it. What if something happens to her?"

Su Nuanyu cried and begged Murong Xiao for mercy, but she was snickering in her heart.

A place like the Abandoned Hospital was very convenient for killing people, but she wanted to see how many lives a bitch Chu Zhao had!

Chu Zhao watched her acting coldly, and finally there was a trace of anger on his calm face.

"Your Majesty's actions are too biased. One of my noble concubines died in an unknown manner. Your Majesty buried me without even checking. Now that I just killed a slave in front of Concubine Su, Your Majesty will lock me up as a prisoner. Does the prince really want to live up to his reputation of spoiling his concubine and destroying his wife?"

Murong Xiao stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes as cold as a bottomless cold pool.

What does a slave's life matter? He just wants to see how capable this woman is.

If she could survive in the abandoned hospital where no one cared about her, then she would definitely not be the useless Chu Zhao who only committed nymphomaniacs.

When the time comes, no matter whether she is a human, a ghost, or a resurrected soul, he will not show mercy.

The Jingnan Palace will never allow things that he cannot control to exist!

"Come here, send the princess away!" Murong Xiao gave the order again with a cold face.

"Yes!"

Beiyuan agreed and called two guards. Just as he was about to carry Chu Zhao away, someone outside the door shouted: "Your Majesty, the old lady has a headache. The doctors are helpless. The old lady can't stand the pain. She is making a fuss. Suicide!"

"What?" Murong Xiao's expression changed and he walked away.

"Wait a minute!" Chu Zhao suddenly called out to him, "I know how to treat head ailments. Your Majesty, you might as well take me to have a look."

Murong Xiao paused and glanced at her with a frown, but in the end he didn't say anything and waved his hand to the guards to take him away.

Two guards came forward and took Chu Zhao to the abandoned courtyard in the northwest corner of the palace.

The Abandoned Courtyard was the place where the late old King Jingnan imprisoned his disgraced concubine. After the concubine was hanged, it became a place where no one has set foot.

Due to its age and disrepair, and the fact that the palace's stables are next door, the entire yard is filled with a putrid and moldy smell.

"I'm sorry that the princess will stay here for now. Maybe when the old lady recovers from her illness and the prince is in a good mood, he can let the princess go back."

The guard placed Chu Zhao on the dusty broken wooden bed. Seeing how pitiful she was, he kindly comforted her.

Chu Zhao, on the other hand, was indifferent, with a calm and leisurely expression, as if she was sleeping not on a broken wooden bed, but on a brocaded and wrought dragon bed.

"Go and tell your prince that only I can cure the old lady's head disease. If he wants the old lady to be well, let him personally carry the sedan to pick me up."

"..."

The two guards looked at each other, quite speechless.

No wonder the prince hates the princess. The princess has been reduced to this state and is still daydreaming.

Forget it, a person who has just returned from hell, why bother with her.

The guard shook his head, closed the door and left.

Chu Zhao sighed and stretched his limbs.

The pain radiating from every part of her body and the creaking sounds from the broken bed reminded her of what a terrible situation this was.

She proposed to see the old lady for medical treatment, but she actually wanted to buy herself some more time to recover before figuring out the situation.

Someone in this house wants to harm her. If she can cure the old lady's illness, it will be like having an extra talisman.

It's a pity that that bullshit prince is too rich and doesn't believe her words at all.

And since she was injured and couldn't remember who she was, it was really not that easy to run away.

"Damn!"

Chu Zhao couldn't help but curse, feeling deeply helpless about the current situation.

Forget it, never mind, let’s get some sleep first!

Since the Lord of Hell has given her a chance to be reborn, there is no reason for her to die without doing anything.

Regardless of whether she is Princess Chu Zhao or not, she will never let anyone take her life away easily again.

Chu Zhao closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

She didn't know how long it took, but she was woken up by a strange noise. When she opened her eyes, she found that it was almost dark.

The rude curses mixed with the sound of whips hitting her flesh reached her ears, making it impossible for her to sleep peacefully.

She lay there and listened for a while. The more she listened, the more upset she became. Then she got out of bed and staggered out.

After leaving the yard, Chu Zhao saw a group of people gathered in the open space in front of the stable. There was a white horse lying on the ground, and a thin young man kneeling next to him. A sturdy man was waving a whip, hitting him one after another.

The young man was beaten to pieces, and his shabby clothes were stained red with blood.

However, the whip failed to convince him. The sharpness in his eyes was like an unsheathed sword, and his thin, wheat-colored face was filled with a rebellious attitude that would rather die than surrender, like a wolf cub emerging in the ice and snow.

With a "pop" sound, the whip hit the young man's back again.

Chu Zhao's heartstrings seemed to be violently plucked by a finger, and the image of himself being whipped by Murong Xiao came to mind. Looking at the new wounds on the young man's back, it seemed that his own wounds were also in heartbreaking pain.

"Stop!" She quickly stepped forward and shouted.