Husband of Emperor Husband: Queen of Sky Price

Chapter 227

"Master, the master has been poisoned, what should I do? Can anyone save her, and Mao Xueqiu is not here, and I don't know if its blood can cure the poison of the master. If it can't be cured, the master will surely die gone."

As soon as Mo Chou finished speaking, a voice as indifferent as water sounded beside her: "Let her go."

Mo Chou raised her eyes, it turned out to be Yin Xuan, seeing Yin Xuan at this moment, thinking of his unfathomable ability, Mo Chou's tears flowed even more fiercely, she put her master on the ground, begging anxiously.

"Young master, please save my master, please."

As soon as Yinxuan stretched out his hand to catch Qingyao's veins, his pupils were dark, and he quickly took out a pill from his body, lifted Qingyao's body, leaned in his arms, and sent the pill to her with all his strength. Into her mouth, slowly, heartbroken.

"Okay, she's fine for the time being, now we need to find the purple spirit grass as soon as possible, only the purple spirit grass can save her life."

As soon as Yinxuan's words fell, Mochou grabbed Yinxuan as if she had caught a life-saving straw: "Let's go, let's find the purple spirit grass immediately, you must save our young lady?"

"Okay, don't worry, I will save her."

Yinxuan's voice sounded, and he turned around and ordered the subordinates behind him: "Pull the carriage over immediately."

"Yes." The subordinate responded and left.

And as soon as he stretched out his hand to hold Qingyao in his arms, she looked much quieter now because she had taken the pill, and the blackness on her face did not subside.

Mo Chou and Mo You stood up, and Mo You said angrily, "Aren't you accompanying Master? Who drugged her."

"It's Qingfeng. He didn't know why he drugged Miss. How did we think of such a thing? He seems to hate Miss very much."

As soon as Mo Chou's words fell, Mo You rushed in like crazy, punching and kicking Qingfeng who was standing in a corner, but Qingfeng didn't move a bit, finally Moyou was tired and pulled him hard He roared: "Hurry up, hand over the antidote, immediately, or the lady will die."

"There is no antidote."

Qingfeng said blankly, for the son, he would not hand over the antidote even if he died, and there was no antidote on him at all.

"you?"

Mo You was about to call again, but Mo Chou outside the door yelled early: "Mo You, let's go, since he got down, why would he give us the antidote, don't waste time, the lady will really die by then .”

When Mo You heard this, he glared at Qingfeng angrily, and said coldly: "We will no longer be friends."

After speaking, he turned around and strode away.

In the distance, the tall figure of Yinxuan hugged Qingyao tightly and got into the carriage directly.

The rest of the people all got on their horses, and the group quickly left the small town.

Outside the carriage, Yinxuan's subordinates said respectfully: "Master, where are you going now?"

"To go to Lingshan, you must arrive within a day." Yinxuan gave an order, and his men whipped the whip, and the carriage drove away.

Lingshan Mountain is as famous as Tianshan Mountain. It is still the highest mountain on this continent.

This poison is silkworm poison, soak the silkworm in the venom, dry it in the sun, grind it into a powder, it is colorless and tasteless, as long as you touch it a little, you will be poisoned.

On the carriage, Yinxuan hugged Qingyao tightly, his whole chest twitched with distress, his slender big hand lightly touched her cheek, and said slowly: "I wanted to take one last look at you today, you know You had a good life, so I left, who knew you were poisoned, how can you let me leave with peace of mind? Can that man really give you happiness? Is this what you want? "

After he finished speaking, he thought that if he came a little later, maybe she would die. A devastating panic enveloped his whole body, and he couldn't bear it any longer. He hugged her hard. To be alive is his greatest desire...

"I'm the one you hate the most, so I didn't dare to let you see me like that, so I secretly became like this, just to know if you are living happily, Yao'er, don't worry about it, As long as you are fine, I am willing to do whatever you ask me to do, and I will never mess with you again in the future, you must live happily, and I will never let God make things difficult for you."

After he finished speaking, the black pupils were shrouded in a deep mist, and Qianye Haitang seemed to turn red on that evil face, as enchanting as dripping blood...

"I won't let anything happen to you, don't worry."

A group of people went to Lingshan...

In the courtyard, Qingfeng stood dumbly, when a person appeared at the door, with an ugly face and bloodthirsty murderous aura, slowly rolled in the wheelchair, finally stopped in front of Qingfeng, and spoke in a deep voice .

"Tell me, why, do you want to drug me to stun me?"

His voice was very cold, as if he came out of hell. He really didn't expect that Qingfeng would dare to drug him. Is he too confident, or he is too courageous.

Qingfeng said slowly, one word at a time: "The subordinate deserves to die, but I want to die."

After finishing speaking, he knelt down with a plop, and knelt down in front of Wuqing, Wuqing glared at him coldly, and with a wave of his hand, the strong internal force was like a big net covering the sky and covering the sky, directly covering the breeze , and then threw it fiercely, hit the wall of the courtyard, fell to the ground, a little blood spilled from the corner of his lips, he still managed to stand up, but fell to the ground unsupported...

At this time, Wu Qing found something was wrong in the small courtyard. There was such a big commotion outside, and Qing Yao and Mo Chou didn't come out. Anxiety instantly enveloped his heart.

"How about them?"

Qingfeng smiled, and said slowly: "I said the young master is gone, and I don't want to see them again, so they left."

"what?"

The ruthless and gorgeous face was covered with frost at this time, the pupils were cold, the lips were tightly pressed, and the murderous aura was permeating, not only the whole body, but even the whole small courtyard was enveloped by a bloodthirsty aura, which suddenly flowed from his body. There was a clear whistle from his mouth, and the overwhelming internal force rolled towards him. With his two hands together, it seemed like thunder exploded in the air, and the ginkgo tree flowers fell like rain, enveloping him...

Qingfeng didn't move, turned his wheelchair to leave in a fit of ruthless anger, when he saw a white letter paper out of the corner of his eyes, and with a movement of his hand, the letter paper fell into his hand, and with just one glance, his face twisted ferociously.

Swept away from the dust of the past, his voice became hoarse.

"Silkworm poison?"

Ruthless, who has always been calm and self-reliant, can no longer be stable at this moment. He looks up to the sky and howls like a wolf losing his partner in the forest. He cries blood into a song, his mouth is sweet and greasy, his eyes are red, and he never looks at Qingfeng again. , turned around and rolled the wheelchair, and left slowly.

That back view was desolate and thin, Qingfeng looked at such a master, his heart suddenly ached so much that he wanted to die, did he do something wrong?
Did he really do something wrong? It turns out that the master has already been so emotional. Why should he be his master? Now he is the only one who has harmed him.

Qingfeng closely followed the master in front of him. He regretted it. He would rather the master beat him, scold him, or kill him. He has no complaints, but please don't torture himself like this. He is like this, so he wants to kill himself What a sinner he is.

Ruthlessly and hastily rolled the wheelchair, looking forward and walking, Qingfeng supported his body and rushed to help him.

He stopped ruthlessly, turned his head, Qingfeng was stunned, the young master's eyes were completely blood red, at this moment he seemed to be completely demonized, he looked at him coldly, as if he had never known him, from childhood to adulthood, After suffering so much, Qingfeng, who didn't shed a single tear, cried.

Kneeling down with a plop: "My lord, I regret it. If you hit me and scold me, even if you kill me, I will definitely not complain at all, but don't torture yourself, okay?"

The ruthless voice is hollow and distant, like a ghost without a soul.

"Do you think that if she is gone, what is the meaning of my life? What is the meaning? What is the difference between you now and them twenty years ago? It just pushed me into a deeper abyss, don't I Isn’t all these years of suffering enough? Isn’t it enough? I just want to be happy, can’t I live happily for a while? Do you know how happy I am when she says, we are together and live like a family? Even Immediately die, I am also willing and happy, you know?"

He roared, and blood finally spilled from the corners of his lips because of his excessive anger.

Qingfeng panicked, at a loss what to do, walked over to wipe his blood: "Young master, don't worry, don't worry, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, don't worry."

"Don't follow me. From now on, you will take your Yangguan Road, and I will take my single-plank bridge, just as if I never saved you."

Turning around ruthlessly, turning the wheelchair to leave, Qingfeng discovered something in horror, in the breeze, the son's black hair turned all white in an instant, how much his heart must have been greyed overnight, it turned out that the woman was actually His life.

"Son."

Qingfeng thumped on the ground in pain. If time could be turned back, he would definitely help the young master to cherish her, and would never hurt her at all, because the young master would be happy only when she was happy. His liking completely surpassed life and death.

"My lord!" Qingfeng shouted, the wheelchair got farther and farther away, his white hair fluttered in the wind, desolate as autumn...

Qingfeng got up quickly and followed the young master from a distance. He couldn't leave the young master alone. Although he did something wrong, she was not dead yet. Someone took her away. Maybe she would be fine. As long as she is fine, the young master will be fine. It will be fine, now he only prays to God to save her.

On a wide official road, dust is flying.

A luxurious and exquisite carriage flew out like lightning, followed by several tall horses. The people on the horses were so anxious that they swung their whips with all their strength to urge the horses to move forward.

(End of this chapter)