Chapter 765 [The Morning Is Like a Blue Silk and the Evening Is Snow]

765

Ning Guangyao frowned, "What secret?"

"Back then, Xue Zijing didn't die from blood cancer..."

"What?" Ning Guangyao turned his head sharply, staring at Luo Cuishan like a tiger, "You...you mean..."

"That's right." Luo Cuishan laughed triumphantly and said, "You didn't expect that I secretly bribed the doctor, faked her condition, and then... poisoned her to death"

Many expressions flashed across Ning Guangyao's face. He raised his hand tremblingly, wanting to slap the woman hard, but in the end he held back his anger, put it down heavily, and said coldly, "You vicious woman, son! Jing always backed down back then, and never had the slightest thought of competing with you. She is in Zhong Hai, and I took the initiative to find her...Why did you want to kill them all? Why?"

"Vicious? Yes, I am vicious because I can't get it, and no one can get it." Luo Cuishan said firmly

Ning Guangyao nodded, "Okay...Okay, it's all over, I'll give you a few minutes to prepare yourself mentally, wait a minute, I'll let someone bring the medicine in later, you drink the medicine yourself"

As he said that, Ning Guangyao locked his eyes on the cripple who was silent at the side again, and said coldly: "These days, since this cripple takes care of you so thoughtfully, when you die, let him take the medicine too , I will be with you on Huangquan Road. If he doesn't eat, I will send someone to deal with him...huh"

After Ning Guangyao finished speaking, with a sullen face, he turned around and left the room with two bodyguards

As soon as the door was closed, Luo Cuishan seemed to have no strength in her whole body. As soon as she softened her body, she sat back on the chair and stared at the door in a daze, tears continuously falling down

"I didn't expect that you are the wife of our Chinese Prime Minister. I'm not dreaming," the cripple muttered beside him.

Luo Cuishan snorted softly, "Madam Prime Minister? What's the use, she's just a poor wretch who can't even get the simplest happiness."

The cripple looked sad and sighed, "Actually... the last thing you said was to anger him on purpose."

Luo Cuishan turned to look at the cripple blankly, "What did you say?"

"Although I don't know who you are talking about, I don't think you deliberately bribed the doctor to poison that woman named Xue Zijing," said the cripple in a low voice.

A strange look flashed in Luo Cuishan's eyes, "How do you know?"

"I guess." The cripple smiled dispiritedly, "I can see that although you speak so fiercely, you still care about your husband. You said those words on purpose to make him feel that you are a Damn vicious woman, in this way, if he sends someone to kill you, he won't be too unbearable, too painful and self-condemning..."

Luo Cuishan opened her mouth, showing a hint of emotion, and then smiled miserably, "Unexpectedly, when I was about to die, I would meet someone who really understood me... It's a pity... that person, he couldn't understand me for most of his life"

"It's useless to say these things. You didn't listen to what the Prime Minister said. Are you going to let us all die? Hehe, I didn't live in vain. I died with the Prime Minister's wife in this life..." The cripple showed a hearty look smile, self-comfort

Luo Cuishan looked at him deeply for a while, "Actually, you have a chance of not dying..."

"Huh?" The cripple asked wonderingly, "Could it be that the Prime Minister will change his decision?"

Luo Cuishan shook her head, "I am a woman who must die because I can no longer be the hostess of the Ning family, and my existence will put the Ning family in a dangerous position. Only when I die can Ning Guangyao calmly go. facing other families

But you are different, in the final analysis, you are just an insignificant little person, if you have a little use value, then Ning Guangyao will not kill you, because in fact your death is just for him to vent his anger."

The cripple was at a loss, and asked in a daze, "Then how can I be useful? I'm just a beggar without parents, and I don't have much culture, and I'm not a good fighter."

Luo Cuishan lowered her eyebrows and thought for a moment, beckoned to the lame man, brought the lame man's ear closer, and whispered something in the lame man's ear

The cripple's eyes widened at the end, "Is it true? This... this is too absurd? If it spreads...wouldn't it be..."

"As long as you say what I told you, Ning Guangyao will believe you. As long as you have this secret, he will not kill you at will in order to obtain this secret. I told other families," said Luo Cuishan

The cripple looked at Luo Cuishan with complicated eyes, and couldn't help asking: "You...why are you being so nice to me? If you tell Prime Minister Ning the secret, he might have a chance to let you go"

Luo Cuishan shook her head, smiled softly, she was indescribably gentle, "No, since he took me back to Yanjing in such a secret way, and didn't send me back to Ning's house, he was already determined to kill me. So I’m telling you, it’s because, since I was a child, although I’ve lived a life of rich clothes and fine food, but only these days when I’m with you on the street, I feel the warmth I’ve never experienced before, and I’ve always been taking care of others, But no one has ever taken care of me sincerely. I want to do something for you before I die. I know you are a smart child. If you seize the opportunity, you will not be just a beggar..."

There was a hint of disappointment in the cripple's eyes, "Do you... treat me like a child..."

Luo Cuishan was taken aback, then thought of something, a blush flashed unconsciously on her face, she turned her head away unnaturally, and said quietly: "You are younger than my son, of course you are a child..."

The cripple smiled wryly, "That's right, I was thinking too much."

Luo Cuishan's eyes flashed a hint of unbearable, she pursed her lips, "If...you can survive, you must live well, try to go back to school, learn more skills, don't live that kind of wandering life of begging again If you have a chance, find a better doctor and see if your foot can be cured. I believe that now that medicine is so advanced, there will always be a way.”

The cripple nodded silently, but still looked depressed

Luo Cuishan secretly looked at him for a while, bit her lower lip, and closed her eyes reluctantly

Not long after, two men in white coats walked into the room, indifferently put two bottles of oral medicine on the table, and then stood at the door, as if waiting for the two to drink it by themselves

Without much hesitation, Luo Cuishan picked up one of the bottles, pulled out the cork, and said to the two people at the door: "Go and tell Prime Minister Ning that this young man knows a secret that I told him. Let him choose to let this young man go, the dead one, I am enough."

After finishing speaking, Luo Cuishan picked up the medicine bottle, aimed it at Tan's mouth, and drank it down...

Half a lifetime of glory, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow

After about ten minutes, the door of the house was opened again.

The lame man walked out of the house with a limp, and was handed over to a bodyguard by two men in white coats, while the two men in white coats were busy entering the house to clean up the rest of the situation

The cripple glanced back, and the woman in the room who could no longer get up on the ground had an incomprehensible sneer at the corner of her mouth...

"What is the dead beggar looking at? Go!" The bodyguard slapped the cripple's head vigorously and shouted

The cripple hurriedly bowed his head and said sorry, showing a pitiful expression, followed the bodyguard cautiously to see Ning Guangyao

The sun is still shining on the earth, and where the cripple walked, a slanting shadow falls...

At the same time, on the other side of the ocean that is still at night, the city of Los Angeles is dark and dark.

I don't know when a few dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the wind started to pick up violently. Because it was early morning and there were not many vehicles, it looked particularly bleak and cold.

A figure of a man appeared in front of the mansion on Beverly Hills, it was Yang Chen who came back from Washington

Raising his head, looking at the thick clouds rolling in the sky, Yang Chen swallowed, and muttered to himself: "Mother, no, I just used some ability to go back and forth from Los Angeles and Washington D.C. ...Don't tell me, this can also lead to another lightning calamity..."

Although it is said that from the Taiqing Divine Thunder, he survived a catastrophe, but Yang Chen is not really afraid of this "Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Tribulation", the first stage is so terrifying, the following "Shangqing" and "Yuqing" divine thunder God knows how perverted?

Yang Chen scratched his head, although it's embarrassing to say "thunder phobia", but it's better than being struck to death by lightning again

Yang Chen doesn't believe that he is so lucky every time, "The Sutra of Derivation from Recitation" can save himself every time

Besides, it's not that I'm lacking in cultivation, why am I in such a hurry to cross the catastrophe?

It seems that in the future, I will still drive obediently and fly, for the sake of so many women's lifelong "sex", I have to save my life no matter what

At this moment, from the balcony on the second floor of the mansion, a familiar charming voice came, "Hehe...I got the news that you killed the people from Blue Storm and Gao Tianyuan. I still don't believe it, but now I can see it." , you really pretended to be real enough to deceive me and Neptune. It seems that the cultivation base is not gone, but it has reached a realm that we cannot understand."