My Lord, your wife is spreading rumors about you again.

Chapter 30 You Are Sick

Mingli squatted down beside him, pinched his chin with two fingers, and forced him to open his mouth. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said fiercely: "My sister is the best person in the world, but you treat her badly like this. Even if you die, you can't repay one ten-thousandth of her pain."

"No more unnecessary words." Mingli took out a small porcelain gourd bottle from his waist, "I made a new poison before I went down the mountain. No one has tasted it yet. I'll give it to you first."

She had painstakingly studied this medicine for more than a year, and it was made by combining hundreds of highly toxic substances. The poisoned person will not die within three days, but after three days, his lungs and internal organs will be damaged, and his skin and flesh will rot. When he dies, only a skeleton will be left of his body.

"pat-"

The window frames opened and closed, and footsteps were heard. Mingli had excellent hearing but she was now completely immersed in anger, so she didn't care at all.

"If you kill her, you won't be able to stay in the Ming family anymore."

Mingli turned his head suddenly, and his eyes were like a little wild animal that had witnessed the tragic death of his parents at the hands of a hunter.

"Zhang Zhi?"

This call of his name stunned Zhang Zhi.

Zhang Zhi squatted down, gently twisted the poison pill, and moved it aside: "In this world, not all problems can be solved by killing people."

"Poison is the happiest way to die. If you want revenge, you should make them wish they were dead, and have no way to live." Zhang Zhi's eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if they could see through the deepest secrets in a person's heart. He stared at Ming Li and said, "Isn't your sister also tortured by them and has no choice but to live or die?"

Hearing this, Mingli, who was usually indifferent, suddenly changed her expression. She rushed forward with a dagger in hand, and used her hands and feet to pin Zhang Zhi down, "Tell me! What do you know?"

Zhang Zhi did not resist at all. He slowly lowered his gaze to the dagger in Mingli's hand, which was tightening. He smiled and said, "Why? Do you still want to kill me?"

"You have seen me kill people, and you know I set fires. I am not one of those girls from noble families in Kyoto who are trapped in deep boudoirs. I can kill people. I dare to kill not only the prince, but even the emperor!"

Seeing her like this, Zhang Zhi couldn't help but laugh again. Mingli was always indifferent, and she was forced to say so much. But this laugh made Mingli even more angry, and she scolded: "Are you laughing at me?"

"You hold a knife and learn poison, is it really just to kill people?" The smile in Zhang Zhi's eyes suddenly faded, and he reached out to grab Mingli's right wrist.

Mingli was not willing to obey, "What are you doing!"

Zhang Zhi was very strong, and his hands were like iron pliers. Mingli was a poison master after all, and even though he knew martial arts, it was only self-defense, and he could fight with ordinary warriors on equal terms. But Zhang Zhi was born in a top military family like the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion, and grew up in an iron-blooded military camp as a child. Although he was a playboy, he was also very skilled, and he practiced killing moves on a daily basis.

If it comes to a fight of strength, Mingli really can't beat him.

Zhang Zhi tightly grasped her wrist and put the blade against his neck. He always loved to laugh, but now he was domineering, "Kill, you only know how to kill people? It sounds good to say harsh words, but now you are afraid to do it with the knife at your neck?"

Mingli turned her head away, she knew that as long as Zhang Zhi turned over with force, he would be able to restrain her in his palm. A trace of barely perceptible panic flashed in her eyes, perhaps even Mingli herself did not realize that after two days of getting along with him, she had subconsciously classified Zhang Zhi as a friend.

The life of an enemy can be taken with a smile, of course. But my sister said in the letter that if you are a friend, you should treat them with sincerity and protect them with your life, and never let them down.

Mingli lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Prince Zhang, I don't want to..."

"Zhang Zhi, are you crazy?!" Ming Li had been planning to move the dagger away, but at this moment, Zhang Zhi exerted force on his hand, and the dagger's blade cut across his neck, leaving a bloody mark, and the wound instantly turned black. This was coated with snake venom, and the last person who died from this poison was Zhou Shu.

"I've coated it with poison! If you want to die, jump into the moat, don't let me take your life!" Mingli snatched the dagger with an anxious look. She took out five or six bottles from her sleeves and opened them one by one to smell them.

She was studying poisons, and he didn't have antidotes for most of the poisons she had.

On the other hand, Zhang Zhi, who was hovering between life and death, looked calm and composed: "Didn't you just call me Zhang Zhi by my name? Why did you call me Zhang Shizi just now?"

Hearing this, Mingli paused and looked up in surprise: "Don't tell me that you cut yourself because of this."

"Hmm." Zhang Zhi turned his head and spat out a mouthful of black blood, then raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't this reason legitimate enough?"

Mingli was stunned: ".You are sick!"

"Put your head here!" Fortunately, she had prepared an antidote for the snake venom. She glared at Zhang Zhi and shouted, "I'll detoxify you!"

Zhang Zhi put his head closer with a playful smile, "Thank you very much, Miss Ming, for saving my life. I will never be able to repay you even if I die. I will be your servant in the future."

"shut up!"

Mingli was in no mood to joke with him. Although the poison master also studied medicine, he only killed people and never saved people. She first wiped the blood with a handkerchief, stuffed an antidote into Zhang Zhi's mouth, and then found a tool similar to a pestle to crush the pill into mud, and applied it to the wound little by little.

After a while, she breathed a sigh of relief, her forehead wet with sweat and a few strands of hair stuck to her face.

"You won't die for now." Mingli stood up with his knees propped up: "If you are worried, go out and find a doctor to take a look. If there is no cure, then you are asking for death. Don't report me when you see the King of Hell."

Zhang Zhi touched the brocade handkerchief wrapped around his neck and asked, "Why did you save me? Didn't you just say you wanted to kill me? I know your secret."

"You know nothing!" Mingli was not in a good mood towards him now.

"Zhang Zhi, what do you want to do? Do you know my sister? Do you want to avenge her? Otherwise, why did you help me in front of the government office in Kyoto? Why did you search for corpses in the suburbs and deliberately give me the clues of the water slave?"

This person knew from the beginning that she was not the elder sister, and he did not intend to hide it, just played it straight. When she was in the mountains, she was used to hearing her master talk about the intrigues in Kyoto, but who would have thought that Zhang Zhi was a person who did not play by the rules at all.

Zhang Zhi was silent for a moment, then said, "Mingli, I should know more than you now. You may have more secrets than this. The Ming family is a den of tigers and wolves, and Ming Boyuan and Meng are not fools like Ming Shuyuan and Zhu."

"Marry me, and we'll check them one by one, okay?"

"Marry you?" Mingli glanced at him and said, "Are you brain poisoned? What good is there in marrying you? It's not even enough to make the third room sick. If I were to marry, it would be Zhang Yang."

Zhang Zhi was stunned: "I"

(End of this chapter)