Dressed as a villain: I rely on an iron pot to revive the world of immortals!

The sudden spurt of blood made everyone panic, because this time it was not just blood mixed with the medicine that was spit out before, but a big mouthful of black blood poured out, the scene was very frightening!

But the porridge he ate showed no sign of being spit out, which showed that the black blood did not gushes out from the stomach.

"Protect the prince! Take them down!" In the panic, a eunuch screamed.

Chen Muxue and his group were in a mess for only a moment. When Chen Muxue was cooking porridge, everyone watched. Except for Huo Lian's heart-soothing grass, all the things used were from the East Palace's own kitchen...

Thinking of this, Huo Lian suddenly shifted his gaze to the reflective iron pot behind Chen Muxue, and thought of the scene that day when Chen Muxue touched the caressing grass in the warehouse, causing it to quickly wither...

"Cough, cough, cough!" The prince was a little anxious, he could feel his own condition, obviously this time the discomfort was not because of the bowl of porridge, he wanted to stop the palace people, but amidst the sudden onset of anxiety and illness, he really said Speechless, even a little out of breath.

He was too familiar with the feeling of getting sick, this time it was just the same as before, maybe a little more violent, but it really had nothing to do with that bowl of porridge!

He could even feel the warmth in his stomach trying to make something, but the power of a bowl of porridge was too small, and it couldn't make much difference except to make him less uncomfortable.

Seeing Chen Muxue surrounded by palace people half vigilant and half obedient, the prince's vision was a little blurred, but he held on to the feeling of fainting, coughing up the black blood that came up, and exhausted his last breath Li Qi: "It's not them..."

"Oh!"

I don't know if the scene was too flustered, but the prince fell from the bed like this, no one had time to support him, he fell firmly on the floor, his pale face was stained with black blood, he obviously lost consciousness.

His appearance made Cen Lizhui and others couldn't help but use their spiritual power to test the prince's vitality. The weak vitality was like a poor oil lamp in a storm, and it might disappear at any time.

"His Royal Highness? Brother Huang!" The second prince hurried up and carried the prince back to the bed. It was too late to take care of the stained clothes. He wiped the black blood splashed on the prince's face with his sleeve, testing the prince's weakness. He breathed a sigh of relief, and the circles of his eyes turned red with the breath.

"You..." The second prince turned his head to scan the crowd, and finally his eyes rested on Chen Muxue.

Seeing this, Cen Lizhui took a step forward to block his sight: "Just now the second concubine was also in the kitchen."

"I did stare at it, Miss Chen didn't put anything suspicious." Yan Luan also said.

The second prince's eyes were complicated, and he went back and forth several times. He recalled the last words of the prince before he fainted, and he sighed: "Your Highness's words just now, the consciousness is probably not done by you. His Royal Highness has been ill for so long, he knows his own best." Body, if he says no, then it is not."

Regarding the prince's feelings, he actually understood a little bit more or less, but when facing the prince, he really couldn't manage not to treat the prince as a patient... It's because his body is too fragile!
"I'm afraid you have to stay a little longer, wait..."

"He's right! You assassins dare to poison my brother, so leave it to me in the palace!"

Everyone looked at the door, and the prince's younger brother, the fifth prince, appeared here.