My Majesty Your Grace Novel

Chapter 86

5. Xiao Ding put down the wine glass, but accidentally slipped his hand, knocking over the wine glass, and Qiongye Yuli poured it over the table.
　　A thin layer of water spreads rapidly on the tabletop, reflecting the light of palace lanterns on the table like a mirror.
　　Chen Zeming watched all this quietly without any expression.
　　He is neither impatient nor flustered, the night is very long.

　　Xiao Ding seemed to be extremely bored, lifted his chopsticks, and dipped them in the liquor.
　　The brightness of the reflection was suddenly broken, and the light scales swayed away. He suddenly laughed, "Wang Wei thought I could protect myself by killing me?"
　　Chen Zeming remained silent until the golden ripples subsided. He casually replied, "...Who knows about this kind of thing, maybe."
　　Xiao Ding felt a little bit astonished when he saw that he was always unable to move around.

　　Recently, Xiao Ding often feels cold and uncomfortable, and his limbs are cold. At night, he is so cold that he can't sleep, and he can wake up in the middle of the night when he falls asleep.
　　This symptom appeared suddenly. He was a person who had been poisoned and suffered a loss, so he was always paying attention to sudden physical changes, and he was suspicious almost immediately.
　　Looking back carefully, Xiao Ding put his suspicion on Chen Zeming, how strange it was to Zhuo that time.
　　And Chen Zeming came to explore again, and this question was confirmed.
　　When Xiao Jin left Beijing, under Du Jintan's strict precautions, Chen Zeming went in and out of the palace with ease. There are no unspeakable transactions. How can Wei Wang, who is losing power, do it?

　　Xiao Ding was shocked and angry in his heart. After so many years and ups and downs, he was finally convinced that Chen Zeming was impossible to kill him. Why was this conclusion wrong in a blink of an eye.
　　Why do I always believe it wrong?
　　There was a flame in his heart licking, but his mind was extremely calm.
　　I don't know what the poison is, but Xiao Ding guessed that Chen Zeming could not poison himself last time, it would not be because of insufficient weight.
　　If he keeps himself once, he can stay a second time.
　　...It all depends on how I impress him.
　　On the one hand, Xiao Ding was extremely humiliated. His life and death were actually tied to Chen Zeming's thoughts. This shows that his life is worthless to many people. Even Xiao Jin no longer needs him to maintain it. That name of righteousness.
　　But on the other hand, his unprecedented calmness is often the most critical moment, provided that he saves his life.
　　So humiliation is something you can give up, and you need to be calm.
　　Only when you are still very confident, can you persuade the other party, can bargain, be moved with affection, and know what is profitable.
　　No one will believe a person who is already at a loss.
　　Sometimes people's promises can be trusted by others, entirely depends on your own attitude.

　　Conversation requires skill, and Xiao Ding always believes in being the first to speak out.
　　The first sentence hit the opponent's weakness, and after the opponent was dumbfounded, he pressed on step by step. The initiative after that is definitely yours. He used this trick to subdue many people, including Chen Zeming.
　　Today, however, he discovered that this trick suddenly failed.

　　Chen Zeming was unmoved.
　　He was neither moved by the flaws in his actions nor worried about his wealth and life. He seemed to be waiting, waiting for Xiao Ding's tricks to be exhausted, but he just sat on the sidelines and took a look.
　　See how ugly he is in order to survive.
　　Xiao Ding was frustrated and wanted to get angry.
　　He was full of words and couldn't find a breakthrough, and he had to be seen as a joke.
　　He told himself that this person is too bad, but you can't care about him.
　　You have to impress him.
　　Fortunately, he still has a third sentence to try.

　　"So, do you want to die with me? Come to a gentleman, a good minister, and life and death?" Xiao Ding smiled, of course, this smile would not be kind.
　　Chen Zeming raised his eyes, calmly, "You think too much."
　　Xiao Ding's smile remained unchanged, and he even made his mockery more obvious.
　　He just wants to motivate him to speak.
　　It doesn't matter whether the words are right or not, what he wants is Chen Zeming's desire to talk to him.
　　Chen Zeming filled him with wine again, his posture was gentle and elegant, and he looked like an official background.
　　Xiao Ding lowered his eyes, calmly watching the murderous intent overflowing in the cup before him.

　　"I didn't intend to hide it from you..." Chen Zeming faintly denied Xiao Ding's eyes. "The poison in this wine is called Sandumei, which is a kind of cold poison. Even after three doses, the gods can't be saved by the world. "
　　He hesitated for a moment, before speaking straight, "...this is the second time."
　　Xiao Ding was startled, almost jumping, his heart beating wildly.
　　So that means there is still vitality?
　　But he immediately figured out the weirdness of this statement. Why did Chen Zeming kill people in such a troublesome way?

　　Chen Zeming squeezed a weird smile, "You are the king of a country, damn decent. You can't see blood. Bai Ling was originally a good choice, but it's too painful... I can't bear it."
　　Xiao Ding listened. , And gradually felt something wrong.
　　Not because of Chen Zeming's ridicule.
　　But the topic was beyond his calculations, with some emotions he couldn't predict, and turned into a direction that he couldn't control. He raised his head and was startled by Chen Zeming's expression at the moment.
　　Chen Zeming stared at his face with a pair of eyes, with peculiar warmth and joy in his eyes, "When these three poisons go down, the world will think that you died without disease, and there was no pain in the process of death... Isn't it very appropriate? Your majesty's identity?"

　　In Xiao Ding's view, Chen Zeming had always been forbearing and restrained.
　　Even if he became the King of Wei, this person was always following the rules in his bones, and he couldn't be more flexible.
　　It's not surprising that such a personality will hit his head and bleed in officialdom. However, it is precisely this Chen Zeming who slams his head off the dragon chair and finally breaks out of the world.
　　Maybe this person still has some aptitude. While Xiao Ding thought so, he was often resentful.
　　I can think of it this way because Xiao Ding is reluctant to bow his head to belittle his opponent is to belittle himself.
　　But Chen Zeming's failure is also predictable. This person's personality is destined to only do things, not to be human. Although he has some trivial skills, he is too stubborn and cautious in his behavior.
　　Xiao Ding thought he was quite accurate, not to mention that he had been paying attention to traitors for so many years.
　　However, Chen Zeming in front of him was suddenly as strange as another person.

　　That face is still handsome and picturesque.
　　But the pleasure in his eyes was sharper than the long sword in his waist. Once that kind of hatred lifted off the good-natured skin, it turned out to be so strong and sharp, revealing a mad and twisted state.
　　And his demeanor and demeanor are sober and gentle, and the two sides of each other have a peculiar effect, which is extremely frightening.

　　Xiao Ding was startled, and suddenly woke up, "Chen Zeming, you should have made it clear that you are avenging your own personal revenge! A hot-headed and reckless fool like you shouldn't waste my tongue."
　　Chen Zeming laughed, he seemed to He saw through Xiao Ding's intentions at a glance, and answered the wrong question, "It's late, your majesty should drink this glass of wine."
　　Xiao Ding stood up suddenly and brushed the glass to the ground with a crisp sound, breaking it into several pieces.
　　He originally hoped to persuade Chen Zeming that he knew that killing himself at this time would be harmful to him, but in Chen Zeming's heart, the hatred for him has surpassed everything. What is the point of saying this at this time?
　　Chen Zeming suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiao Ding's wrist.

　　Xiao Ding turned around, and Chen Zeming raised his eyes to look at him, "Your Majesty still sat down obediently, I don't want to use force."
　　Xiao Ding laughed and said angrily, "Have you never used force. Why do you have to be polite at this time?"
　　As he said, he was about to struggle. As soon as he tried hard, there was a sharp pain in his shoulder, and he couldn't help but scream.
　　Before the sound fell, there was a flower in front of him, and it was already crushed to the ground.

　　Chen Zeming sighed softly, and said softly: "I said, I don't want to use force."
　　His usual weapon is a heavy halberd. He has always had a strong arm. Xiao Ding was suppressed by him so that he could not move at all.
　　Xiao Ding gave birth to the feeling that talent had only met soldiers, and the anger in his heart could not be restrained, and he couldn't help but curse a few words. Chen Zeming glanced at him, pressed his palms hard, Xiao Ding couldn't avoid it, he was suddenly pressed to the ground, his nose hurt, and he almost knocked his teeth.
　　How dare to open your mouth again, just struggling.
　　Chen Zeming pulled off his shirt, tied his hands tightly behind his back, and turned him over.
　　Only then could Xiao Ding catch his breath, wheezing and coughing again and again.
　　Chen Zeming held his chest with one hand and touched the hip flask on the table with the other hand. Xiao Ding was in a hurry, half stood up and lowered his head and bumped into him. To protect the jug, Chen Zeming had to withdraw his hand and cross his arms to block him. This head slammed into it, and the force was not weak. Chen Zeming was unsteady and took a step back. He was hitting the table. There was only a loud noise, and the food box and the table were all knocked off the floor.
　　Xiao Ding suddenly lifted his spirits and said that at this moment, soldiers must hear the sound of coming in, and for a while, he slammed into it desperately.
　　In fact, even if a soldier came in at this moment, it might not be able to save him, but at the moment of life and death, it is usually a good thing to be able to get a straw, and there is no reason to be irrational.

　　Chen Zeming dodged several times, grabbed his shirt with his backhand, and threw him on his back to the ground with a dexterous effort. Knowing that Xiao Ding was not good, he struggled a few times to get up, each time he was pushed down by Chen Zeming's shoulders.
　　Chen Zeming immediately leaned over, pinched his chin, and poured the wine in his hand.
　　Xiao Ding couldn't keep his mouth shut, feeling the wine flowing into his mouth, cold and bitter, and horrified, he kept shaking his head to avoid it.
　　Most of the wine ran on the clothes, but a few drank it.
　　Chen Zeming suddenly let go of his grip on his shirt, and Xiao Ding fell to the ground with nowhere to stand. Chen Zeming took the opportunity to bend his knees to press his throat. With this pressure, Xiao Ding almost suffocated and couldn't help but breathe vigorously with his mouth wide open. Chen Zeming's knees were slightly loose, and the flask spout was pushed into Xiao Ding's mouth.
　　Xiao Ding was horrified. He was so bitter by the leg in his throat. The spout was stuck in his mouth, and he couldn't get it out with his tongue and teeth alone. The poisonous wine would come in continuously, and he couldn't help but breathe. cough.
　　Chen Zeming did not pity, just poured it down.
　　Since Xiao Ding couldn't breathe, he could still take care of that much, so he could only take a big breath.
　　Every time I inhaled, I was choked once. When I coughed up, I choked harder. After that, the wine continued to pour, coughing and coughing, panting and panting. For a while, life is worse than death. After such a tossing, he finally swallowed most of the pot of wine into his belly. Chen Zeming still didn't seem to believe it until the pot ran out. He picked it up and poured it twice. As expected, there was no drop of the wine, and he let go.
　　Xiao Ding coughed with tears in his eyes and vaguely saw the other person getting up, only to feel that the torture was finally over, and then reacted, it was really cold. Putting his back on the legs of the table, he couldn't help gasping, coughing in his throat already hoarse.

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I wrote this paragraph so coolly for Mao, and hide my face~~~