Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

Yue Linglong stared at Qiu Furong for a long time, she was at first confused, then stunned, and finally became furious.

"It's you!!" Yue Linglong gritted her teeth, and stretched out her hand to grab Qiu Furong's neck: "You bitch did it, didn't you?"

Although these words were doubtful, Yue Linglong was already 80 to 90% certain in her heart.

When she married Yu Wenhao back then, the plan to let this bitch replace her was completely foolproof, but it's impossible for this bitch to plot against her in another way.

The more she thought about it, the more likely Yue Linglong felt that it was possible. Her hand was pinching Qiu Furong's neck, her veins were throbbing, and she was full of anger.

God knows how much strength Yue Linglong used, Qiu Furong tore desperately for a long time before she could even have a chance to breathe.

Facing Yue Linglong's murderous questioning, Qiu Furong's eyes flashed with fear, and then the corner of her mouth curled into a difficult and mocking arc: "Second Palace Master, you are joking, how can I, a woman, get you pregnant?"

"Who is it!" Yue Linglong tightened her hands, her slender nails were almost embedded in Qiu Furong's neck.

Qiu Furong was pinched again so hard to breathe that she couldn't utter a word, but this time she didn't resist, but only told her with her eyes to let Yue Linglong let go.

Yue Linglong was full of anger, wishing she could strangle this lowly servant girl, but rather than strangling this lowly servant girl, she wanted to know who the man who deserved to be hacked into pieces was more.

After deliberating in her heart, Yue Linglong let go of her hand.

Qiu Furong gasped for a while, and then asked lightly: "Now that you are imprisoned here, even if you know who he is, it's useless, isn't it?"

"Believe it or not, my palace lord will kill you right now!" Yue Linglong narrowed her eyes slightly, and a dangerous light flashed in her eyes.

Seeing her gaze, Qiu Furong felt slightly horrified, but she continued to maintain her composure on the face, and she proposed: "Second Palace Mistress, how about we make another deal?"

Hearing this, Yue Linglong sneered, and said contemptuously: "A lowly maidservant like you is worthy of negotiating a deal with the Palace Master?"

Qiu Furong secretly clenched her fists under her sleeves, forced a smile from the corner of her mouth, "I'm not worthy, but the second palace master, don't rush to refuse, just listen to me."

Yue Linglong stared at her angrily.

Qiu Furong blinked her eyes slightly, and said in a meaningful tone: "The person who should come tonight is the Grand Palace Master, but now he is discussing Qinglan's state affairs with Prince Chu Yao, so he has no time to care about this side, and now the entire Longyue Palace, I am the only one who can save you..."

After a pause, her eyes drifted to Yue Linglong's belly: "...and the child in your belly escape here safely."

What kind of big thing can let Yu Wenhao know that the child in her stomach is a bastard, and still not come to question her for so long after the incident?

As soon as Qiu Furong mentioned Qinglan's next monarch, Chu Yao, Yue Linglong understood in her heart that there was nothing else but power and influence that could influence Yu Wenhao.

After all, in Yu Wenhao's heart, she and power, or power is more important.

Obviously she doesn't love Yu Wenhao, but she realizes that she is still far inferior to all powers in his heart, Yue Linglong sneers like self-deprecating, and she is even more glad that the person who came tonight is not him.

Qiu Furong keenly caught the negative expression on Yue Linglong's face, and she already knew that her purpose of coming tonight had already achieved more than half of it.

She curled her lips slightly, and added while the iron was hot: "How about this deal? Second Palace Master, you should know better than me. If you miss this opportunity, you may not have the chance to leave here again."

The meaning between the lines of Qiu Furong is very clear, it is nothing more than waiting for Yu Wenhao to find him and know everything about him being betrayed by his beloved, the consequences will be disastrous.

As if convinced, Yue Linglong smiled and asked, "You should be more considerate and talk about your request."

Unexpectedly, Yue Linglong, who was looking fiercely at her just a second ago, would suddenly soften. Qiu Furong froze for a moment, and then smiled calmly: "I only have one request, after you leave here, never come back again."

"That's natural." Yue Linglong's beautiful eyes smiled, and a hint of sinisterness flashed in the depths of her smiling eyes, which disappeared in a flash, and no one could catch it.

At the end, she asked again: "Now you can tell me, who is that man?"

Perhaps it was because of Yue Linglong's sudden change of attitude, so Qiu Furong didn't hold back anymore, she said: "I don't know who that person is, I only know that his surname is Su, and he looks like a monkey with a sharp mouth..."

Before Qiu Furong finished describing, a sharp white shadow flashed in front of her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, all her words were strangled in her throat. To be precise, a bright red bloodstain was cut on her neck.

All of a sudden, blood gushed out from the bloodstains.

All this happened too fast, too caught off guard, Qiu Furong's eyes widened in disbelief, and her hands unconsciously covered her bloody neck.

Her dilated pupils were full of reflections of Yue Linglong's ferocious and vicious face.

Yue Linglong reached out to grab Qiu Furong's chin, leaned close to her ear, and said in a soft yet harsh voice, "From the moment you stepped into this room, your death is approaching... How dare you plot against my palace master? You lowly servant girl, even if I beat you up on the spot, I can't vent my anger... But no matter what, my palace master would like to thank you for risking your life to send this token that can be unimpeded in Longyue Palace."

While speaking, she stretched out her hand and took out the "Hao" token that Qiu Furong half-hidden at her waist.

"You—" Qiu Furong tried her best to speak, but she only made a sound before being thrown away by Yue Linglong and fell onto the broken porcelain slag beside her.

Originally, she thought that she would be able to make Yue Linglong leave Longyue Palace forever, but she never thought that she had tried to pretend for so long and waited for this day, but she was still no match for Yue Linglong's viciousness.

Qiu Furong pulled the corners of her lips slightly, a line of clear tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and she closed her eyes forever.

The room suddenly became quiet because of this, but it was so quiet that it was depressing and terrifying.

It's been a long time.

Yue Linglong stood where she was, her body trembling slightly due to the uncontrollable anger, her voice was like a sharp knife, and she spit out each word: "Su, Wen, Cheng!!!"

Thinking that the man who rode on her that night and made her ecstasy was Su Wencheng, that local ruffian, Yue Linglong felt disgusted from the bottom of her heart, and even every cell in her body felt disgusted.

She hugged her stomach, retching with nausea and discomfort.

I don't know how long it took before Yue Linglong regained her strength.

She wanted to leave this filthy place just like that, but suddenly she stopped and turned around, her eyes wandered to the cold corpse in the corner, and then she walked towards the dressing table.

An hour later.

I saw an even more messy and bloody scene in the messy room——

The tragic scene of "Yue Linglong", the second lord of Longyue Palace, being disemboweled and brutally murdered.

After all this work, it was about midnight.

Yue Linglong with the face of "Qiu Furong" walked out of Linglong Manor, left Longyue Palace unimpeded with the token in her hand, and finally disappeared into the night...

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The dungeon of Longyue Palace.

It's dark and damp, eerie and weird, with bloody and rancid smells everywhere.

In the depths of the dungeon, there is an iron prison that is almost invisible. There are two rows of guards with knives standing beside it. The iron prison is almost guarded so tightly that even mosquitoes cannot fly in.

Inside the iron prison, Mu Ziling lay motionless on the grass bed like a "dead corpse", with only one pair of eyes that could move around.

Damn Yu Wenhao didn't know how to tap the acupuncture points, no matter how hard she tried to do, she couldn't untangle the acupuncture points on her body.

If you can't break the acupuncture points, it's like lying down and waiting to die... Mu Ziling greeted all of Yu Wenhao's eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart.

The most irritating thing is that this iron prison is completely a hell without any light, and there is no light of hope at all.

In this state of completely lying down and waiting to die, Mu Ziling couldn't see a glimmer of light and didn't know the time, but her mentality remained the same, concentrating and holding her breath trying to unlock the acupoints on her body.

At this moment, with her eyes closed tightly, Mu Ziling, who was running her mind in her dantian, faintly felt a beam of light shining on her from outside her eyelids, and she flicked her eyes open.

Because she hadn't seen the light for a long time, the strong light in front of her eyes made her subconsciously close her eyes again, and after a while, she slowly opened them again.

The light was still there, but not so dazzling.

Just because the person holding the light closed his eyes at the moment when Mu Ziling was blinded, he moved the luminous pearl in his hand to another place, so that the light of the luminous pearl illuminated the iron prison brightly.

Mu Ziling blinked, and then blinked again, before he could see who was coming.

Ouyang Feiyu!

Unexpectedly, it was Ouyang Feiyu.

Astonishment, vigilance, vigilance... With just one glance, these emotions were revealed in Mu Ziling's eyes without any concealment.

Ouyang Feiyu, who had a panoramic view of Mu Ziling's eyes and emotions, stroked his chest, pretending to be puzzled and hurt: "Poor little fox, why do you feel disgusted when you see me without being surprised at all? It shouldn't be."

Mu Ziling couldn't open his mouth, so he could only stare at him dryly.

Although she really had such a moment just now, she saw this guy as if she saw the dawn, but it was only for a moment.

May I ask, when did the weasel pay a New Year greeting to the chicken, when did it feel kind?

Looking at Ouyang Feiyu at this moment, Mu Ziling suddenly felt that this person was more terrifying than this dungeon.

If not, how did he deal with the guards outside without making a sound, and yet appear here safe and sound?

As if seeing the doubt in Mu Ziling's heart, Ouyang Feiyu took out a bunch of keys and shook them, expressing that he opened the door openly and entered.

Mu Ziling rolled her eyes at him sideways, and immediately closed her eyes, not knowing what to see.

Only a few seconds later, Mu Ziling opened his eyes again, and there was a flash of haste and resistance in his eyes.

She can't speak or move, but that doesn't mean she's unconscious.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're so ruthless. If you say it's a little deeper, you little fox's tendons will be broken."

I saw that Ouyang Feiyu didn't even ask any questions, he clicked his tongue while treating the wounds on Mu Ziling's wrists and ankles with medicine and the cloth strips torn from his body.

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