Rebirth of the fire-baked concubine

Chapter 411 The living dead, flesh and bones

Unbearable flashed across Yun Jingxi's face, and then she ordered the two little girls behind Mrs. Zhu: "Help mother back."

Yun Jingxi carried Yun Jingchu into the room, and Bi Ling and Ning Bi followed behind like lost souls, and kept asking, "Third Young Master, what's wrong with Miss? She's fine, isn't she?"

"You go out." Yun Jingxi interrupted the two little girls' self-comforting words, and said calmly while putting Yun Jingchu on the bed.

Biling and Ningbi seemed to be dumbfounded, they glanced at each other, and then slowly came to their senses, with despair gradually appearing on their faces, and then retreated quietly under Yun Jingxi's slightly cold eyes.

As soon as the two left, there were two more people in the room - Baili Wushang in white clothes like snow and Wu Jiu in fluttering green clothes.

Baili Wushang looked down at Yun Jingchu, who had a dark complexion, frowned his pretty brows, and looked at Wu Jiu behind him with a serious face: "Can you really guarantee that Jingchu will be fine?"

Wu Jiu said with a bad face: "Please don't question my medical skills!"

Baili Wushang's expression did not change at all, and his tone was cold: "It's better that Jing Chu will be fine as you promised, otherwise, I won't let you go."

"Cut!" Wu Jiu snorted coldly and didn't speak any more.

That night, Dongfang Chen prepared a small coffin for the third prince, and sent someone to carry it out overnight to bury it.

The next day, news came that Yun Xiyao had gone crazy and was locked in the room by Dongfang Chen.

Another day later, Wu Jiu suddenly appeared in the imperial study with a cry of green clothes and a golden mask, and the little eunuch who was waiting next to him was so frightened that he shouted: "There is an assassin! Come here, escort!"

A group of guards rushed in.But Wu Jiu didn't look at these guards, sat leisurely on the chair, bought a cup of tea for himself, took a sip slowly, and then said: "You should call me to treat the third prince with great fanfare. That's how it's treated."

Dongfang Chen looked startled, and then said with a little hesitation: "You are..." After a pause, Dongfang Chen waved his hands, "You all go down."

The chief guard and An Fuhai looked at Wu Jiu worriedly, and then looked at Dongfang Chen in embarrassment, trying to persuade: "Your Majesty..."

"Go down, don't you understand what I'm saying?" Dongfang Chen said sharply.

The chief guard and An Fuhai immediately silenced and retreated quietly.

"Now, Mr. Wu Jiu, can you tell me how you got here?" Dongfang Chen looked at Wu Jiu with a cold face, and asked in a cold voice.

Outsiders entered his imperial study room without making a sound. As an emperor, he really felt insecure.

"This is my secret. Your Majesty, it's better not to inquire about it. How can you be a free man who doesn't listen to anyone's orders and has no skills?" Wu Jiu's voice had a hint of carelessness.

Dongfang Chen's eyes flickered slightly, and he decided not to dwell on this issue, and then said with a hint of pain: "Unfortunately, Mr. Wu Jiu came late, and the third prince has... gone." When he said the next two words, Dongfang Chen Choked up.

Wu Jiu was slightly taken aback, and then said anxiously: "What about the third prince, how long has it been since he stopped breathing, take me to have a look, maybe there is still hope."

"What?!" Dongfang Chen's eyes widened in surprise, then his face turned pale, and he said with a hint of despair, "It's already buried."

Wu Jiu's complexion also changed, and he was silent for a moment before he said: "...Didn't someone tell you that I can live to the death, flesh and bones?"

(End of this chapter)