The next morning, Bei Ming left the Military and Administrative Department early and rushed to the Etiquette Department in the city. With red painted red tiles, carved corridors and carved columns, and flying eaves, the entire Etiquette Department looked like a luxurious and exquisite cinnabar palace with hollowed-out red lacquered flower corridors.

, ingenious and ingenious, noble and precious. Bei Ming stepped into the Cinnabar Palace dressed in a dark red golden tiger military uniform.

"General!" Outside the palace, the etiquette officer from the etiquette department saluted Bei Ming. He had informed the etiquette department early in the morning that he would come to visit today.

"Luo." Beiming said.

Bei Ming came to the hall and the etiquette officer introduced him to Hua Po's residence. Passing through the red lacquered corridor, the fragrance of flowers was quiet. The corridor lights in the etiquette department were all made of amber glazed tiles, which were warm and smooth. Passing through several winding

In front of the corridor is a golden red door, which is very majestic. When Bei Ming walked inside, he felt something was wrong more and more. The rich fragrance of flowers had become pungent and lingering, and it had long lost its previous lightness.

Underneath this extremely heavy aroma, a trace of fishy smell and odor surged up, rushing to the head, and there seemed to be some sizzling noises nearby.

Bei Ming walked to the front door, opened the door, the courtesy officer stepped back, and a bright and tall woman in black silk opened the door, it was Mo Dolly.

"Director Mo." Beiming said.

"You're here," Mo Duoli opened her mouth when she saw Bei Ming, then she felt it was inappropriate and added, "General."

"Where is Hua Po?" Bei Ming asked.

"Inside, I'll take you there." Mo Duoli gave in, invited Bei Ming to come in, and then closed the door.

As soon as he entered the door, Bei Ming felt that the fragrance of flowers was gone, and the room was full of fishy and irritating smell. Bei Ming's heart sank and he hurriedly walked inside. He saw a person lying on the bed, covered with a black silk curtain.

, his breath was chaotic. There was a man sitting beside the bed, holding a stone bowl for making medicine. The man was thin and short, with a white braid tied on top of his head. He was quite elegant. He was the Lingshu Secretary.

General Manager Chen Jiuren. Chen Jiuren is seventy-five years old this year. He is the oldest general manager of Dongling. He is withdrawn and does not interact with others. He has not participated in the affairs of Dongling Kingdom for nearly twenty years. Beiming has not even seen him a few times.

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"General Secretary Chen." Beiming stepped forward and bowed respectfully, but Chen Jiuren didn't even look back.

Bei Ming walked around Chen Jiuren and whispered to the man on the bed: "Hua Po, I'm here to see you. Are you feeling better?"

The person on the bed heard some movement outside and moved a little, but there was no answer. Bei Ming stepped forward, walked to the bed and leaned down, and said again: "Hua Po, can you hear my voice?" Chen Jiuren looked at Bei Ming and Hua Po.

He was very close, and he looked obedient, like a grandson. He sat aside and looked coldly, and Bei Ming didn't care. I thought about the huge commotion in the Guozheng Hall yesterday, and how the new general dared to intimidate the Guozheng Hall. Chen Jiuren originally

There is no friendship at all with Guozhengtang, but the news from the Military and Political Department is a bit deceiving. Chen Jiuren has no good impression of Beiming of the Northern Tang Dynasty, and only regards him as a powerful and manipulative person. But now it seems that this person in front of him is

The young man was very handsome, and he was very affectionate towards Hua Po. He didn't look like a profit-minded person. But then he thought about it, and he wondered if he was just pretending.

When she was young, Hua Po reluctantly turned over, stretched out her arms from under the green curtain, and murmured: "Is it Mr. Ming who came to see me?"

"Hey, it's me, Hua Po." Bei Ming immediately held Hua Po's thin hand, feeling that it was as thin as firewood, and his heart suddenly felt sour, and he almost shed tears.

"Look, you are so old and you are still crying. You have just become a general. Are you ashamed?" Hua Po's heart was like a mirror, and she could tell what Beiming looked like without looking at it.

Bei Ming smiled and said: "Hua Po, let me see if you are okay. You can open the bed curtain to get some air."

"Hey, don't look at it. Hua Po looks ugly now and doesn't want to see anyone."

"That's nonsense. I've never seen anyone prettier than Hua Po." Bei Ming teased her and said happily.

Hua Po chuckled softly inside, "You, you are just talking nonsense here, but you are like a stone in front of a beautiful girl. You are not as agile as your brother."

Beiming smiled and said nothing, held Hua Po's hand, and said after a moment: "I opened the curtains? Is that okay?"

Suddenly, Hua Po choked, Bei Ming no longer waited, gently opened the curtains, and saw the man in front of him was as skinny as a haggard, his originally fair skin had long been wrinkled, his neck was full of vertical lines, blue veins protruded, and his eyes were black and blue.

One piece, the cheeks are sunken and dark, and the lips are blue.

"Hua Po." Bei Ming suppressed his shock and squeezed Hua Po's hand, feeling heartbroken.

"Did I scare you, my boy Ming?" Hua Po wanted to avoid Bei Ming's eyes, but she was thinking about this child and couldn't help but look at him.

"No." Bei Ming said softly, stroking Hua Po's snow-white hair with his hand.

"Look, our boy Ming is really good-looking." As she said that, Hua Po stretched out her hand to touch Bei Ming's face, but she didn't have enough strength and fell down. Bei Ming caught it and held her hand

Holding it on his face. The two looked at each other, smiling and laughing, and suddenly they cried.

Bei Ming suddenly withdrew from the curtain, wiped away his tears and said to Chen Jiuren: "General Secretary Chen, can I still be saved? How? What can I do?"

Chen Jiuren looked at Bei Ming, wondering if he was real or fake. After all, he had no friendship with him. Besides, friendships were all fake and people's hearts were unpredictable. When Bei Ming saw that he didn't answer, he asked, "How do you maintain your relationship these days?"

Hua Po's?" Chen Jiuren turned away and continued to make medicine. Bei Ming was puzzled. He didn't know why he was so difficult to get along with.

"General." Mo Duoli whispered, called Bei Ming aside, and told Hua Po how to survive these days. Bei Ming was shocked. "Drink monkey blood!"

"Yes." Modoly said.

No wonder Bei Ming smelled a strong fishy and filthy smell after entering Hua Po's room. The fishy smell was blood, and the stinky smell came from monkeys. It was just outside Hua Po's room, a few rooms away.

There are many little monkeys raised in the house. Hua Po's illnesses are erratic and more frequent. She has to drink blood almost every now and then, and she even needs blood to drink, so the monkeys can only be kept in captivity nearby. Hua Po loves beauty and refuses to take it at first.

Monkey Blood persisted in suppressing it with spiritual power, but the poison gradually became more intense. Hua Po couldn't resist the pain and could only seek safety.

"Actually, drinking monkey blood is a last resort. Originally, Mr. Chen meant drinking human blood." Mo Duoli whispered.

"Yours?" Bei Ming was puzzled, but Mo Doli has been cured of wolf poison now, and the blood on her body has the same resistance to wolf poison as Hu Qingqing. Mo Doli was poisoned that day, and Bei Ming had already sucked it out for her in time.

Most of the poisonous blood allowed her to cure the wolfsbane by luck, otherwise it would be useless.

"It's not mine, it's the baby's."

"Baby's?"

"According to Mr. Chen, baby blood plus marrowwort can restrain the attack of wolfsbane, but once people drink it, they can no longer quit the baby blood, and they will drink more and more, and it will soon hurt people's lives. Hua Po

Knowing the result, he refused to say anything. Mr. Chen had no choice but to use monkey blood to replace it, but the effect was not good. Hua Po's body was getting worse day by day." Mo Duoli said, her expression dimmed, "And Mr. Chen's private

The number of marrow-corroding grasses hidden away is getting smaller and smaller, and I’m afraid they will all be used up in the next few days.”

"I'll go to Liao Di to get it. You ask Hua Po to wait for me." Bei Ming said.
Chapter completed!