Leftover women crossing the harem: competing with the king for the world

Chapter 211 Dumb Medicine 8
Lin Zhishi watched silently as Yu Beizhou first sealed Bu Xiuchi's acupuncture points, and then felt her pulse.

Yu Beizhou's face was sombre, and he made Wanmai's face somber for Bu Xiuchi.

He looked up at Lin Zhishi, but said nothing.

In the end, he had no choice but to relieve Bu Xiuchi's acupoints. He knew that there was no cure for the dumb medicine she took, because this dumb medicine was mixed with a poisonous poison that would not kill people, but Any antidote will only make it more poisonous.

Bu Xiuchi's face turned red and then black, panting heavily, fell to the ground and rolled around, blood dripped from her palm, her hand was clenched into a fist, and her nails sank deeply into her palm.

Lin Zhishi looked coldly at Bu Xiuchi who was writhing on the ground and moaning in pain, and said coldly, "Don't have fantasies, don't think that I did this to you because of something, if you want to blame, you blame me, I am for myself , so that I can continue to enjoy the endless glory and wealth in this palace, continue to be admired by thousands of people, and continue to be drunk and dreamy, because I can't bear to lose all of these, I am the mother of the country for a day, and I will be the mother of the country for the rest of my life!"

Bu Xiuchi was still writhing in pain. At this moment, she felt as if she was being burned by a raging fire, almost thinking that she was pierced by thousands of arrows.

Lin Zhishi originally thought that Yu Beizhou would criticize her, but he just looked at her quietly without saying anything.

However, just looking at her quietly like this made her feel more uncomfortable than being scolded.

Lin Zhishi knelt down in front of Bu Xiuchi, watching her curl up into a ball after she couldn't bear the pain at last, she used her sleeve to wipe off the cold sweat on her forehead, and Bu Xiuchi looked at her desperately, gasping for breath.

In her eyes, there was really the expression that the king said that there is nothing more sorrow than death.

(End of this chapter)