There were flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, but Wen Yucheng had a dagger pointed directly at his vitals.
He closed his eyes and pretended to be calm, but his eyelashes kept trembling: "It's been so long, I thought you had given up on your plan to restore the country."
Shen Qi just sneered: "Don't get my hands dirty."
After saying that, he cut out a piece of rotten flesh from the chest of the person in front of him.
Xiao Hong felt no pain at all. If he thought about it carefully, it must be because the wedding wine was mixed with Ma Fei Powder.
Shen Qi used mulberry thread to suture the wound carefully and said slowly:
"I heard that a strange disease was prevalent in the previous dynasty. At first, the body was weak, then the skin became itchy and sores, and finally the whole body swelled and died. The current emperor, your father, has developed a magic medicine that is white in color and sweet in taste. Within seven days of taking it, a person will be alive and dead, with flesh and bones. Do you know what kind of medicine it is? What disease is it?"
Xiao Hong was at a loss.
"It's rice soup, it's famine." She cut off the thin mulberry threads, sprinkled the yellowish medicinal powder on it, and turned her face squarely in the candlelight.
"The princess of the previous dynasty died in the fire that destroyed the country. I am just Shen Qi."
Concept: The east blows to the tree in front