Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

After hearing this, Qingyun frowned, and the brows in her eyes were tinged with sharp edges, which were cold and gloomy.

After leaving Liang Country, they went to Yongping County in Beisha County, firstly to visit Su Zihan and Bingying couple, and secondly to review Shenrui Camp and Lan Yunqi.

In less than a year, Yongping County, which was originally impoverished and full of bandits, has become full of vitality. The banditry is almost eliminated, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. She is also glad that Su Zihan really lived up to the trust and expectations of her father and her.

It's just that before leaving, Bingying looked at her with complicated eyes, with a look of hesitation. At that time, she thought it was a rare meeting between the two of them and Bingying was reluctant to let her go. Now that I think about it, Bingying should know that What rumors, but for some reason did not say clearly.

She was careless, and didn't think carefully about the hidden meaning behind Bingying's abnormal behavior, so she missed the opportunity and endangered the safety of her father and the others.

"Why didn't you report to me in time?"

"Ms. Qiao said that she was only suspicious, and there was no conclusive evidence. She was worried that the princess would be anxious, and she was also afraid that the leak would cause panic in the government and the public."

Knowing that Bingying's concerns are both emotional and reasonable, after all, it is unforgivable to make irresponsible crimes against the government, so Qingyun can't say anything: "Since you got the specific information three days ago, why did you hide it and not report it?"

No wonder she has been having nightmares these past few days. She always dreamed that her father and all her relatives were covered in blood, or were massacred, or burned, or pierced by thousands of arrows. This was clearly a sign.

Murong Qingyi said that her father had been hit by 'Wangyou San' more than three months ago, and her father had been wearing a blood jade fused with her blood. If her father's life was in danger, she should have sensed it, but she didn't at all. Induction, what is going on?

"The servant (minister) (subordinate) deserves to die, please punish the princess (ninth princess) (master)!" Everyone pleaded guilty one after another.

"Punishment? By punishing you, can it be treated as if this incident didn't happen? By punishing you, will you be able to protect the emperor and the others in advance? By punishing you, will all the subjects be spared? Cough cough cough... . . ”

Qingyun was angry at everyone's concealment, and even regretted her negligence. She coughed violently due to her sudden outburst of anger, and her originally pale face became unusually flushed.

He reached out and patted Qingyun's back to comfort her, and at the same time took out a brocade handkerchief and handed it to her, Mo Xuan was very distressed: "Xiyan calm down, your body is important."

Turning sideways to avoid Mo Xuan's touch, and knocking off the brocade handkerchief in his hand with a wave, Qing Yun resisted the bursts of fishy sweetness rushing up her throat, staring at him for a moment with her abyss-like eyes. One word at a time: "You already knew about this?"

"Yes!" Mo Xuan's expression froze when the pain came from his hand, looking at Qingyun whose face was as cold as frost, there was sadness in his brows and eyes, and a trace of uneasiness floated in his heart.

"As expected, you already knew! Hahaha..." Qingyun laughed back angrily.

Before, she had vowed to Murong Qingyi that Gu Qinglian's tragedy would not happen again, but she did not expect that she would repeat the same mistakes in the blink of an eye.

In her previous life, she was obsessed with Sima Chun and ended up with such a tragic ending. In this life, she finally let go of her heart and wanted to stay with Mo Xuan for the rest of her life, but what she got in exchange was deception.

what is this?The retribution God gave her?Or a causal loop?

That suppressed pain and decisive smile made everyone tremble with fear, Mo Xuan felt his mind was blank, his heart ached unbearably, he opened his mouth eager to explain, but Qingyun asked sharply: "You promised Ben Gong must be honest with each other, but what will happen? Knowing that your father and all your relatives are thousands of times more important than your life, and knowing that your father and all your relatives have suffered life and death disasters, you deliberately conceal this from me! You go, Ben Gong Never want to see you again!"

After finishing speaking, Qingyun couldn't suppress the reverse flow of Qi and blood all over his body, and suddenly spewed out a few mouthfuls of blood, his eyes went dark, and he fell straight to the ground.

"Xiyan (Princess) (Master) (Ninth Princess)!"

Everyone's expression changed suddenly, everyone wanted to catch her, but there was a faster figure, hugging her falling body the moment she landed.

Mo Xuan looked down at the beloved in his arms, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale and colorless, his whole body trembled instinctively and gradually became cold, as fragile as a fragile porcelain doll, which would disappear when the wind blows, and left him , No one can keep her from leaving this world.

The blood that kept flowing from the corner of her mouth seemed to come from Mo Xuan's heart, and he was instantly burned and terrified. He was not even afraid of his own death, but he was only afraid of her leaving him.

At this moment, Mo Xuan's heart felt as if it had been lingering, as if he wanted to die of pain before he could give up.

"Brother Mo Xian......"

Seeing that Mo Xuan's calm face was full of grief and pain, and his black eyes were as scarlet as red. What's more, in his heart, Nangong Junfei, who knew his affection for the Ninth Princess, didn't want to disturb him, but it was urgent to save the Ninth Princess, so he reminded softly. : "Hurry up and treat the nine princesses, and talk about other things later!"

As if enlightened, Mo Xuan suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly strode towards the bed with Qing Yun in his arms, put her gently on the bed, and said at the same time: "Xiyan's qi and blood flow back and cause the cold poison to attack, Master Mingyin , Daoist Pushan, please use your kung fu to guide Xiyan's inner strength to protect her heart veins, I will give golden needles to relieve her cold poison; Wuying, cook a decoction according to the previous prescription; Lou Haiyang , Yupeiyao, lead people to guard around the inn; as for stabilizing the situation in Xinggu County, there will be Master Laoye and Brother Nangong assist Master Zhang and General Liao!"

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison, and then performed their duties.

Mo Xuan said to Lan Jue again: "Lan Jue, help Xiyan sit up!"

Lan Jue hurried to the bedside, and carefully helped Qingyun up. Master Mingyin and Daoist Pu Shan then sat cross-legged behind Qingyun, with their palms on her back and shoulder blades, continuously pouring strong internal energy into her body.

And Mo Xuan sat in front of Qingyun, took out the gold needles that he carried with him, pierced the main acupuncture points on her body one by one, and twisted slowly.

Qingyun, who was in a coma, felt as if he was in a millennium cold pool. The cold and severe pain spread all over his body in an instant. Every inch of his skin and every bone was in extreme pain. Immediately afterwards, two streams of heat flowed into his body slowly, one at a time. Cold and hot, like ice and fire, he couldn't help frowning and humming softly, his voice was suppressed, but his eyes were still closed.

"Um......"

Hearing Qingyun's soft hum, Master Mingyin, Priest Pushan, and Lan Jue changed their complexions, but now is the critical moment, and it is inconvenient for the three of them to ask.

Master Mingyin and Daoist Pu Shan still focused on inputting internal energy to protect Qingyun's heart, and at the same time slowly guiding her internal energy to suppress the raging cold air.

And Mo Xuan was applying the golden needle technique while feeling Qingyun's pulse, only then was he surprised that her cold poison had shown signs of attack, and more than once, he was shocked and annoyed at the same time, startled that her cold poison had become so Dangerous, annoyed that she had a cold poison attack but he was not by her side, and he didn't know anything about it.

About three hours passed before the cold poison in Qingyun's body gradually calmed down, her breathing was even and steady, but her eyes were still closed tightly and there was no sign of waking up.

Master Mingyin and Daoist Pu Shan let out a long sigh of relief, only to find that sweat had already soaked through the skirts of their clothes, even fine cold sweat oozing from their foreheads.

Taking back the golden needle, he gently supported Qingyun and lay flat on the bed, carefully checked her pulse to make sure she was fine, Mo Xuan thanked Master Mingyin and Taoist Pu Shan, told them to go back to their room to rest, and ordered Lan Jue to bring hot water, Instruct Lan Jue to retreat and close the door tightly, gently take off Qingyun's sweat-soaked clothes, wring out the cloth soaked in hot water and gently wipe her body, then put on clean clothes and cover her with a quilt , just called Wuying to come in.

After taking the soup that Wu Ying had warmed up several times, he waved his hand to make Wu Ying retreat, then went back to the bed and sat down, helped Qingyun, who was weak and weak, to lean against his arms, Mo Xuan held the soup bowl in one hand, and He picked up a small spoon, scooped up the decoction, put it on his lips, and blew it until he felt the temperature was right, before carefully feeding Qingyun.

Putting the empty soup bowl on the wooden table next to him, Mo Xuan carefully supported Qing Yun to lie back on the bed, then lay on her side beside her, pulled the quilt to cover the two of them, and hugged tightly with his arms under the quilt She fell into her arms, buried her head in her ear, her voice was hoarse but full of regret and affection: "Xiyan, sleep well, when you wake up, we will face it together!"

Mo Xuan, who has been sleepless all day and night, eats and drinks, and devotes all his energy to treating his lover, has already reached his limit. Now that his lover is safe and sound, he naturally relaxes physically and mentally, and falls into a deep sleep with his lover.

Originally thought that Qingyun's cold poison had calmed down, and he would wake up soon, but after a night, there was still no sign of waking up, Mo Xuan's pulse felt nothing unusual, everyone only thought that Qingyun's anger hurt her body for a while And this time the cold poison attack was so fierce, they should take more rest, although they were worried about Qingyun, everyone didn't think much about it, and performed their duties.

Unexpectedly, after three days and three nights, Qingyun still hadn't woken up. Everyone panicked and rushed to Qingyun's room.

Looking at Qingyun who was lying quietly on the bed, her eyes were closed tightly, her face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, if it weren't for the slight ups and downs in her chest, people would think she was dead, as if someone was pulling everyone's hands hard. The heart is normal, painful and anxious.

"Mr. Mo, why hasn't the princess woke up yet?" The purple-clothed guards and the dark guards headed by Lan Jue were all anxious, but more worried.

Holding Qingyun's hand tightly with both hands and putting it on his lips, Mo Dazzle was as red as red, his heart was already numb and hollow from the pain, and his life seemed to have come to an end. Regarding Lan Jue's question, the anxious eyes of everyone seemed to turn a deaf ear. Turn a blind eye.

Looking at Qingyun, who was sleeping quietly, and at Mo Xuan, who hadn't closed his eyes for three days and two nights, hadn't eaten a mouthful of food or drank a sip of water, and was as haggard and mournful as an old man, Master Mingyin put his hands together and recited With a Buddha's call, everyone was greeted to leave the room and the door was closed tightly.

In the room, Mo Xuan kissed Qingyun's hand over and over again, a voice full of grief and regret echoed in the room.