Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

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

"Xiyan, I was wrong! I shouldn't have not told you the first time when I realized something was wrong. I shouldn't have chosen the emperor because I was worried that your sudden anger would trigger a cold attack, knowing that they are important to you. Conceal it! I really know I was wrong, I don’t expect to ask for your forgiveness, I just ask you to wake up quickly, whether you beat me or scold me, I will bear it willingly! Xi Yan, please, wake up quickly Bar!"

"Xiyan, I know that I hurt you deeply, you can punish me however you want, just please don't ignore me, you can't let me go! How can I survive without you?"

"Xi Yan, everyone is very worried about you, especially Lan Jue and the others, do you have the heart for them to apologize with death because of their guilt?

"Xiyan, now that the emperor and the people you care about are unknown, you still need to rescue them. The turmoil inside and outside the court requires you to preside over the overall situation to calm it down. Don't you just have the heart to sleep and ignore it?"

"And Lin'er, you love him so much, don't you have the heart for him to be abused and mutilated by traitors?"

. . . . . .

The deep voice was hoarse and affectionate, and the whispers were full of regret and begging, which made everyone outside the house sad and weeping silently.

Lan Jue, Wu Ying and the dark guards all knelt at the door, everyone's faces were full of grief, self-blame, worry, and determination. If Qingyun couldn't wake up again, they would definitely do what Mo Xuan said, Apology with death!

At this time, the light clouds were falling into the mist, and the surrounding area was surrounded by a thick white fog, making it impossible to see the front clearly, let alone the way out.

"Xi Yan, my poor child..."

A gentle and soft voice came from afar, and Qingyun asked eagerly, "Who are you?"

"We are your parents."

"Father? Mother?"

In the dense mist, two long figures gradually appeared. The middle-aged woman had picturesque features and was peerless, and the man beside her was as handsome as Emperor Huiwen, so handsome: "I'm sorry for the child, it's because the parents are selfish and didn't take care of you." Good for you, I have caused you to suffer so much!" The voice was full of guilt and helplessness.

He rushed forward and threw himself into the woman's arms, wanting to feel the never-before-seen maternal love, but Qingyun was surprised to find that his hands had passed through the woman's body, unable to touch her at all, and couldn't help but panicked :"how so?"

"Child, we are separated from you by yin*yang, so naturally you can't touch us!" The woman sighed.

"Separation between yin*yang?!" Bone-biting pain instantly swept through Qingyun, and two lines of tears fell down: "I only want you, not yin*yang!"

"We are relieved to see Ling Feng and Leng Yi take such good care of you!" There was a hint of relief in the woman's warm smile.

"Ling Feng?"

Looking at the middle-aged man with the same face as his father, Qingyun seemed to have guessed something, but he couldn't believe it, and was about to ask, when a loving and familiar voice came from his ear: "Jiu'er... ..."

Following the voice, she turned around, only to see her father and Uncle Leng looking at her earnestly not far away, with all their relatives and friends standing beside them, Lin'er in Concubine Yu's arms was dark and big eyes shining like stars, Stretching out her chubby hands to hug her, Qingyun's eyes became hot, and her footsteps were windy, she stepped forward to take Lin'er.

Unexpectedly, a group of masked men in black suddenly descended from the sky, and ruthlessly swung their cold and cold weapons at the father, all relatives, and friends.

All of a sudden, there were screams and fighting sounds, and in the blink of an eye, blood flowed into rivers and bones became mountains.

In the distance, Sima Chun, Lin Bingquan, and Lin Yufen had ferocious faces, laughing loudly triumphantly.

Qingyun was heartbroken, and rushed forward frantically to save her father and all her relatives and friends, but in vain, she watched her father and all her relatives and friends being slaughtered, and watched black blood flow out of her father and mother's seven orifices. Died of poisoning, watching the traitors set fire to their corpses to wipe out their traces, and screamed in grief: "No! Don't! Don't..."

"My child, this place does not belong to you, go back quickly, and remember to live well!" Mother's exhortation echoed in my ears over and over again.

"No! Don't go! Don't leave me!" Seeing all her relatives disappear without a trace, Qingyun knelt heavily on the ground, despair and pain filled her body and mind, tears streaming down her face: "Why? Why did you abandon me* ? Why don't you all want me? Why?..."

Another day and night passed, and Qingyun still showed no signs of waking up, and gloom and mist shrouded everyone's hearts.

In the closed room, Mo Xuan took good care of Qingyun, washed his face and body, fed ginseng soup, and expressed his heartfelt love and persistence, as if Qingyun had just fallen asleep and would wake up soon.

In the middle of the night, everything was quiet, and the bright moonlight shone in through the open window, casting a light halo, like the clear water lingering around the two of them, hazy and warm.

Just like Mo Xuan who often whispered to Qingyun, when he suddenly heard her interrogating in grief, his eyes lit up, and he looked at his lover intently, but seeing her eyelashes trembling slightly and tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes, he was so excited And softly said: "Xiyan, are you awake?"

After a while, Qingyun really opened her eyes, but her eyes were blurred and her expression was blank.

Gradually, Qingyun's gaze became clear and clear. Looking at the magnified face in front of her, she was haggard and thin, with a pair of protruding eyes, and a short black beard grew on her chin. For a while, she couldn't recognize who it was : "Are you?" Her throat hurt slightly and her voice was hoarse.

"Xiyan, you're awake!" Holding her hand tightly against his cheek, feeling her warm and familiar temperature, Mo Xuan held back tears for a long time, joyful and wild, as if the whole world suddenly brightened up, It seems that all the haze has disappeared: "Just wake up! Just wake up!"

"Chen... Mo Xuan?"

Looking at Mo Xuan who has never been so decadent, Qingyun couldn't help but feel a little distressed, but thinking of his deception, and thinking of the relatives and friends who also left her in the dream, she couldn't help hardening her heart, broke free from the hand held by him, and remained Some pale faces were cold and indifferent, and the voice was dry and alienated: "Why are you here? Where is Lan Jue?"

"Lan Jue and the others have guarded you for four days and four nights. They are too tired. I will let them rest."

Qingyun's indifference and coldness made Mo Xuan's heart feel like a knife was piercing, but at the same time she felt very disappointed, but she finally woke up was more important than anything else.

As long as she lives well, he believes that one day he will enter her heart again and resume the relationship.

Unable to bear to see the affection and loneliness in Mo Xuan's pupils, Qingyun closed her eyes, with a calm and indifferent expression: "I'm tired, let's go."

"Xiyan..."

"I don't want to see you, go out!"

Although Mo Xuan really wanted to be with her, but seeing her decisive attitude, and her body must be weak after experiencing the cold poison that was worse than death, and he hurt her heart by concealing that important event, so he endured the heartache and loss, and slowed down. Standing up slowly, staring at her deeply for a moment, walked out of the room lightly and closed the door tightly.

Still straight back, Lan Jue and the others who were kneeling outside the house saw Mo Xuan coming out, and all of them looked at him expectantly.

Looking up at the lone moon in the dark night sky, Mo Xuan deliberately lowered his voice in a hoarse and misty voice: "She's awake, you guys go get ready and leave for Beijing tomorrow."

Everyone was ecstatic at once, Lan Jue and Wu Ying embraced each other with tears in their eyes, even the always strong Zi Yiwei and the dark guards couldn't help crying silently.

The princess (master) (nine princesses) finally woke up, how wonderful!

Without waiting for Mo Xuan's order, Wu Ying wiped away her tears and personally led people to tell the good news to others, while Lan Jue led people to prepare for returning to Beijing.

Soon, there was only Mo Xuan left outside the house. The bright moon was shining brightly, the moonlight was as cold as frost, as lonely as snow, and the night wind was blowing gently, making people feel desolate and desolate.

The hands behind his back were clenched into fists, and there were bloodstains on the palms, but Mo Xuan didn't seem to feel it, just because the invisible wound in his heart had already hurt him completely, he suppressed the fishy sweet mouthful from his throat, and the corners of his lips pulled Let out a self-deprecating smile.

Everything is his own fault!

Across the door, Qingyun sat up slowly, leaned against the bed rail, turned her head to look at the cold moonlight outside the window, her eyes were filled with pain that was so intense that it could not be resolved.

. . . . . .

The next day, Qingyun made some arrangements, then quietly left Xinggu County with Lan Jue and others, and rushed to the capital without stopping.

She originally planned to ride a horse faster, but this time the cold poison attack was too dangerous and overbearing, and she fell into a coma for five days and five nights, which almost hurt her roots. Under everyone's insistence, she could only ride a horse-drawn carriage .

Looking at the secret report just sent by Yunfei and Longying, Qingyun frowned more and more, with doubts shining in his eyes.

On the second day after waking up, she ordered Lan Jue to send a message to Yunfei and Long Ying to report the situation in the capital, especially the news about the father and the others truthfully as soon as possible. She didn't mention anything about the current situation of all her relatives, and she always had a feeling of unreliability in her heart.

Handed the secret report to Lan Jue, took a sip of the tea from Wu Ying, Qing Yun's dark pupils contained a frightening edge, and the whole body was surrounded by a cold air, inadvertently saw Lan Jue hesitated to speak, and couldn't help frowning Pick: "What's the matter?"

Eyes as deep as ink swept over, as if the vast sea could absorb people's souls, Lan Jue's heart was shaken, and he glanced at the silent dancer beside him, hesitated for a while before saying: "Princess, Mr. Mo. ..."

"Don't mention him to me!" Coldly interrupting Lan Jue's unfinished words, Qing Yun lowered her eyes to look at the tea leaves in the teacup, and said indifferently and coldly: "He has nothing to do with Bengong, and we will be concerned about him in the future." Do not mention things in front of this palace!"

After hearing this, Lan Jue and Wu Ying looked at each other, then nodded lightly: "Your servant (subordinate) obeys the order!"