And when Li Chengwan wins this battle, there will not be a few good days.

When she was making Buddhist beads in the past few days, she also consulted many ancient books.

The pollen of rosemary mixed with the smell of pear tree is indeed highly toxic.

This poison is chronic and takes at least half a month to take effect.

At that time, once Li Chengwan died, Duke Huai would be the only heir left.

And her task will be completed successfully.

Looking at his boss Tu's eyes full of anticipation, Li Chengwan took the Buddha beads, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

She just copied the Buddhist scriptures pretending to be, but she never thought that she would actually memorize it in her heart.

When his fingertips touched the palm of her hidden sleeve, Li Chengwan heard her faint exclamation.

"What's wrong?"

Li Chengwan was about to lift up her sleeves to take a look, but saw that she quickly moved her hands behind her back.

Just don't let her see it!

"Show me, don't worry me."

Li Chengwan stretched out his palm, his eyes full of worry.

"I'm fine, does Chengwan like this string of beads?"

Situ shook his head and quickly changed the subject.

Sometimes play-by-play is a good idea.

No, the fish will be hooked right away.

Seeing that she was unwilling, Li Chengwan's face sank immediately, and he said in a serious tone of educating students,

"Put out your hand and I'll see, how old are you, and you're still so disobedient."

Situ bit his lower lip tightly, his long and narrow eyelashes trembled uneasily, and his voice was soft and sweet,

"Chengwan promises me not to be angry."

"not angry."

Li Chengwan agreed readily, when did she ever lose her temper.

In this manor, only Si Tu can cure her.

No way, who made her not angry with her.

Situ blinked, a smile on his lips, he was relieved, and then he took out his hand from behind.

"Actually, it's nothing. It's just scratched by a knife a few times, and you'll be fine with some medicine."

Glancing at Li Chengwan's darkened face, Si Tu weakly defended himself.

Lifting up her tulle sleeves, Li Chengwan gasped several times.

How many times has it been scratched?

Is it alright to put some medicine on?

Li Chengwan carefully leaned down and blew on the wound for her, patiently said,

"If you continue to carve this hand like this, I'm afraid it will be useless!"

Li Chengwan didn't make fun of her.

Originally, Si Tu's tender and white hands were full of scratches from the knife, and some parts were even scratched again after they had not grown well.

didn't know she thought she was suicidal.

Li Chengwan hurriedly called the government doctor over, and after prescribing a few medicines for internal and external use, he calmed down.

"Take your hands out, it's time for the medicine."

Li Chengwan's face was stern, although he couldn't hide his tired state, he still put medicine on Si Tu very seriously.

"This Buddhist bead is just a dead thing. It is sold all over the street. Why do you do this?"

While it was nice to receive a gift that she carved by herself, she didn't want to hurt her.

Especially when she saw that her palm and fingertips were full of knife marks.

At that moment, something seemed to hit her in her heart.

"I didn't carve it on the street. I carve my heart in it, and the Buddha will hear it."

Si Tu obediently asked her to put medicine on him, but the wound was really painful.

The injuries were all made by her.

Although it wasn't as serious as Li Chengwan's eyes, it was enough to fool the government doctor.

System: How can break the self-abuse tendency of host?

As if thinking of something, Situ murmured,

"If only I could go to the White Horse Temple"

Hearing her whisper, Li Chengwan took over the words and asked,

"What are you going there for?"

She doesn't believe in Buddhism, so she doesn't usually set foot in that kind of place.

Furthermore, even if she converts to Buddhism, I am afraid that the Buddha will not accept a bloody person like her.

Only Si Tu would see her as a little girl, not a high-ranking princess.

"Of course it's to find the host to consecrate the light. The Buddha string that has been consecrated is talented."

Si Tu glanced at the string of beads that had been wrapped around Li Chengwan's wrist, his face full of regret.

A woman like her who was raised in a deep house compound was not allowed to leave the house without special circumstances.

Now she can only count on Li Chengwan to take her out.

What is the host doing there?

It should be more than just opening the light.

The original owner's mother was buried in the back mountain of the White Horse Temple, which was arranged by the host.

It is said that the original owner and her mother also have some Buddhist karma.

When he was young, the original owner suffered from a serious illness, and many famous doctors were not good at it.

It was when the White Horse Temple presided over Master Wufang's tour that he gave her a prescription, and the original owner got better.

A few months ago, the original owner's mother died of illness, and Wu Fang helped with the funeral.

Why didn't I know about this?

The system was shocked, the host actually knew more than he knew!

Situ:

If she is counting on you, I am afraid that she will not be able to complete the task in her life.

The original owner's mother seems to have some friendship with this Master Wufang

In the past few days, she has dealt with the memory of Li Yuanzhu and found that the jade pendant that can prove her identity was given to her by Wu Fang.

Strangely, Wu Fang had no friendship with Duke Huai's mansion.

And they were not entrusted with taking care of their mother and daughter.

Maybe he just saw the original owner and the mother and daughter as pitiful.

The system felt that the host was a little over the top.

After all, an abbot presides over and a palace outside the palace, what can happen to these two people together.

Ok?

Host with Outer Room.

The system rubbed its chin, feeling as if it had broken some secret.

If so, all the better

Situ's eyes darkened, fearing that things were not as simple as they seemed.

Seeing her drooping head, Li Chengwan thought that she was being bored by the life of this palace, and said,

"It just so happens that I'm going to White Horse Temple to offer incense, let's go together."

What's incense, that's just a pretext.

Wanting to accompany Si Tu out is Li Chengwan's real intention.

"Okay! When are we going?"

Si Tu was so excited that he didn't even care about the wound on his hand, and almost didn't open the wound again.

hiss

It still hurts.

"Be nice, and I won't take you out tomorrow."

Li Chengwan pretended to be angry, looking at the bleeding wound again, her eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Well, the medicine just now was considered a waste.

Holding up his hands that were about to become zongzi, Situ opened his round eyes, and his eyes conveyed the meaning of 'I'm very good'.

He had only seen her soft and weak before, this was the first time Li Chengwan had seen so many rich expressions on her face.

In an instant, his temper subsided, and he resigned himself to his fate and wiped the medicine away.

"If you hurt your hands again next time, you don't need these hands anymore."

Qi returned to Qi, but Li Chengwan still did not want to see another injury on Si Tu's hand.