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How long will her revenge last?
Wouldn’t it be with him throughout his life?
Thinking of this, Chu Mochen’s face turned pale. If that was the case, he really couldn’t resist. She was like an insurmountable mountain. Facing her, he was really powerless.
Chu Mochen slowly closed his eyes: “Now that the Queen Mother has found out, what do you want? Do you want to take my life and take this country?”
Actually, he didn’t give up completely. At this moment, he was just paralyzing the opponent first.
He also has a trump card.
The national master, the national master’s methods are treacherous, which can no longer be described as martial arts. The only way he can turn around now is to find an opportunity to ask the national master for help, but this time he must not let the other party find out.
The reason why the National Preceptor has not been allowed to take action is because he is also afraid of the National Preceptor.
But now there is no other way. If one of the two cooperates, he chooses the Imperial Master. At least the Imperial Master has helped his father, and he is also a capable person. “I don’t want your life, nor do I want to seize the country. As the Ai family said, I’m here to repay the gift.” As he spoke, Qian Yan took out a medicine bottle, which contained wine mixed with the power that had been dispersed. After taking the medicine twice, she wanted to measure it
Qian Yan handed the porcelain white medicine bottle to Chu Mochen’s eyes: “Emperor, drink this before going to sleep.”
The tone was light, as if it were hot milk. Chu Mochen stared at the medicine bottle in front of him, clenched his fists, and pursed his lips vigorously. He never thought that the medicine that the little emperor had worked so hard to find would have to be taken by himself in the end. If he had known this, why would he? It’s a pity that I regret it
If the other party comes over late at night, if he doesn’t drink the medicine in the porcelain bottle, she will force him to drink it.
Rather than being fed medicine, it is better to drink it yourself, which will make you less embarrassed. After all, there is no way to avoid this.
“Okay.” Chu Mochen took the medicine bottle. Although he was very reluctant in his heart, he opened it and drank it without much hesitation. The moment the potion entered his stomach, he felt something was wrong in the position of his Dantian.
Qian Yan grabbed his wrist, and her tone remained calm: “It is indeed a good medicine, and it works very quickly. King Rong spent a lot of effort on making this medicine, right?”
Chu Mo answered calmly, carefully feeling the loss of internal energy, and his meridians were numb. It was obvious that he could no longer practice martial arts after this. How much he praised this medicine before, now he hates it.
“This medicine works really quickly, and all his internal energy has almost dissipated.” Jiang Guhuai grabbed Chu Mochen’s other wrist and checked it, still feeling the changes carefully.
Chu Mochen was very angry when he was being observed like this.
However, there was only anger left and nothing could be done.
He is the lord of the world, how could he be in such a situation? He must seek help from the National Preceptor, he couldn’t bear it anymore.
When Chu Mochen’s power completely dissipated, Qian Yan asked him to try practicing again, and after confirming that his meridians were really painful, he finally let him go.
“Emperor, please go to sleep.” Qian Yan put down Chu Mochen’s wrist, “Stop secretly giving gifts, otherwise the Ai family will have to come back to you in the middle of the night.”
Humiliation, this is simply a great humiliation!
“This gift also belongs to the King of Honor.”
“It’s really troublesome, I have to leave the palace.”
Qian Yan turned around, and Jiang Guhuai quickly followed her, holding her hand in front of Chu Mochen, and their figures disappeared into the night.
Chu Mochen, covered in cold sweat, sat on the bed and remained silent for a long time.
The little emperor’s uncle also suffered, but there was nothing he could do. I don’t know how much time had passed before Chu Mo returned to his senses and there were people kneeling on the ground in front of him.
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