prosperous power pet

Chapter 380
Song Qinghuan's face suddenly darkened, and he subconsciously turned his body sideways and backed away. With a movement of his hand, he pulled out the silkworm whip from his waist and swung it forward.However, the incident happened suddenly, and the silver light was so menacing that she couldn't dodge it. In a trance, something flew past her cheek.

Before she could stand still, a big warm hand wrapped around her waist, tightened suddenly, and her whole body was suddenly surrounded by a cold breath.At the same time, her whip has also been drawn to Emperor Zhao.

Emperor Zhao howled in pain, shrank back into the dragon couch, widened his eyes, and looked at Shen Chuhan and Song Qinghuan vigilantly and in panic.

Song Qinghuan frowned, and turned to look at the ground, only to see that what fell on the ground were a few silver needles with a strange luster!
Poison quenched on the silver needle? !
Song Qinghuan's eyes flashed, and she reached out to touch her cheek, but before her fingertips touched the skin, she heard a deep and stern voice, "Ah Wan, don't move."

She raised her head, and saw that Shen Chuhan was looking at him anxiously, with a murderous intent that couldn't be hidden in her eyes.

He stared at the slight wound on Song Qinghuan's face for a moment, then suddenly leaned over, and his cold lips covered it directly.

"Ashu..." Song Qinghuan was startled, probably understood what he wanted to do, and hurriedly reached out to push him.

However, Shen Chuhan's body remained motionless, his strong arms were like iron tongs, tightly holding onto her waist, and his lips had already begun to gently suck her wound.

Song Qinghuan was anxious like something.

No one knew what kind of poison was quenched on Emperor Zhao's silver needle, Shen Chuhan took the poison for her so recklessly, what if he was poisoned too?
"Ashu..." She frowned and called his name vaguely, hoping that he would calm down first.

But when he looked up, he saw that Shen Chuhan's eyes were red, as if he had been dazed, and his whole body was covered with murderous intent.

She couldn't help being startled, and the movement of pushing Shen Chuhan with her hands slowed down.

While dazed, from the corner of his eye, Shen Chuhan flicked his sleeves, and a sharp palm wind hit the dragon couch, and there was a muffled groan of pain, followed by the sound of a sharp weapon "clanging" to the ground.

At this time, Shen Chuhan had already sucked a few mouthfuls of blood and vomited it out. Seeing that the blood from her wound had started to turn red, he let her go.

Song Qinghuan looked at the dragon couch, but saw Emperor Zhao clutching his chest with his left hand, his face was pale, blood was still flowing from the corner of his mouth, and a dagger fell beside him.

She couldn't help frowning, and her face suddenly became serious.

Could it be... just now Emperor Zhao took advantage of their unpreparedness and wanted to assassinate Shen Chuhan with a dagger?
There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

It is also a silver needle and a dagger, so impatient to act, it seems that it is really desperate and almost desperate, so it is desperate to fight this one.

Shen Chuhan was obviously irritated, exuding a stern aura from hell all over his body, fixed his eyes on Emperor Zhao, suddenly raised his voice, and called out in a cold voice, "Little Fuzi!"

Little Fuzi who was waiting outside the hall saw that something was wrong, so he hurriedly raised the curtain and walked in. Seeing this posture, he was also stunned.

Shen Chuhan's eyes were bright red, and he looked at him coldly, with a murderous look in his eyes, "I will keep an eye on him! If this kind of thing happens again, I will bring my head to see him."

Xiao Fuzi has been by Shen Chuhan's side for several years. Although he is cold in his impression, he has never seen such a destructive expression on his face. He couldn't help but tremble. Thinking of the scene he saw when he came in just now, he probably guessed something. Kneeling down and saluting, "Slave understands!"

After Shen Chuhan gave these instructions, he didn't look at anyone anymore, leaned over and picked up the silver needle on the ground with a handkerchief and put it in his sleeve, quickly picked up Song Qinghuan, and strode out of the hall in a hurry.

Xiao Fuzi didn't dare to say more, and only got up after he left.

The respect and care on his face were gone, only a boundless coldness remained.

He stared at Emperor Zhao coldly, and suddenly raised his lips and smiled, his brows and eyes were full of sarcasm, "Your majesty, you are so bold that you dare to hurt the cold princess." Come on, take away the dagger that fell on the couch, play with it a few times, then raise your eyes coldly, "Doesn't the emperor know? Princess Han is the reverse scale of King Han. Anyone who hurts her will have a bad end." .”

Emperor Zhao's meridians were injured by Shen Chuhan's palm, his body was already weak, and he couldn't even lift up his strength at this moment, his chest was aching, and his mind went blank for a moment.

Yes, he knew that he was going to die soon, but how could he be reconciled, thinking that even if he died, he would have to hold Shen Chuhan on his back, even if he couldn't kill him, if he could cause even the slightest bit of damage to him, it would not be a loss .

Although Shen Chuhan put him under house arrest, there was no shortage of things in the palace.He has always been a very suspicious person, and he has hidden a lot of things in the bedroom.So taking advantage of Xiaofuzi's unpreparedness, he secretly found a few silver needles and daggers that could be used as hidden weapons, poisoned the silver needles, and secretly hid them in the quilt.

Originally, he wanted to use these things to deal with Shen Chuhan, but he didn't expect that Song Qinghuan would also come today.He knew that Shen Chuhan loved Song Qinghuan so much. It could be said that if Song Qinghuan was injured, it would be more painful to him than being injured himself.In addition, Shen Chuhan's high martial arts skills were difficult to approach, so he temporarily changed his mind.

Unexpectedly, Song Qinghuan also had martial arts skills, and his arm was still aching from that whip, not to mention Shen Chuhan's palm.

Raising his stiff left hand and rubbing his chest, he gradually regained his senses, and Xiao Fuzi's words came to his ears clearly.

Hearing this, his face, which had finally calmed down, suddenly turned livid again, and he fixed his eyes on Xiao Fuzi, as if thinking of something, anger burst out of his eyes.

"You belong to him?!" It was a question sentence, but the tone was very firm.

If Xiao Fuzi was from Shen Chuhan, everything would make sense.Those problems that he didn't dare to look directly at in the past were laid out bloody in front of him.

He knew that, with Shen Chu's cold-blooded personality, how could he rest assured that there was someone who wasn't him by his side?

Qi and blood surged up in an instant, and his fingers trembled unconsciously, staring at Xiao Fuzi, but he didn't even have the strength to scold him.

Now that his face was torn apart, Xiao Fuzi didn't bother to speak nicely to him, so he glanced at him coldly, "Your Majesty, you'd better stop playing tricks, otherwise you will only be the one who will suffer in the end."

"You..." Emperor Zhao was so angry that he was half dead, holding his breath in his throat, and his pale face turned into a liver color. With a "poof", another mouthful of blood was spit out, instantly staining the delicate quilt face red.

Xiao Fuzi gave him a cold look, but didn't say another word, only snorted coldly, and stood aside without making a sound.

The prince only told him to keep a close eye on Emperor Zhao, but he didn't say that he would find an imperial physician to heal his injuries. Besides, he was already dying of illness, even if he sought an imperial physician, he would not live long, so why bother?
But say the other way.

Shen Chuhan hurried out of Emperor Zhao's bedroom with Song Qinghuan in his arms, his face was so ugly that ink dripped out, and he flew out of the palace with a little luck.

Song Qinghuan caressed his cold cheeks, pursed her lips and smiled, "Ashu, I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

Shen Chuhan looked down at her, held her hand tightly, "Ah Wan, don't talk, I'll be home soon." But panic and self-blame were written in his eyes.

If it wasn't for his momentary carelessness, how could Emperor Zhao succeed?
Right now, his mind is in chaos, and he only hopes to return to the palace soon so that Ji Liuyun can quickly show Song Qinghuan the situation.She is still pregnant with a baby, her body is already weak, even if she has sucked out most of the toxin, she doesn't know if there are any leftovers.

Song Qinghuan leaned against Shen Chuhan's arms, listening to his violent heartbeat, felt relieved for a moment, and stretched out her arms to wrap his arms around his neck tightly.

Although she didn't know what kind of poison was quenched on Emperor Zhao's silver needle, but she herself felt fine at the moment.Furthermore, Emperor Zhao was imprisoned in the bedroom, and the poison used must have been in the bedroom, and it must not be a difficult poison, so Song Qinghuan was not worried.

It's just that even though she thought so, Shen Chuhan was extremely nervous. She knew that Shen Chuhan couldn't listen to what she said now, so she could only hug him tightly, trying to give him some comfort.

Shen Chuhan quickly took her out of the palace.

The carriage of King Han's Mansion was parked under the palace wall, and Mu Bai was sitting on the shaft with his eyes closed to rest his mind. When he heard the movement, he opened his eyes and looked around, but saw Shen Chuhan walking anxiously with Song Qinghuan in his arms, and immediately closed his eyes Guang, hurriedly jumped off the shaft of the car to meet him, "My lord, what happened?"

"Ahwan has been poisoned, go home quickly." Shen Chu coldly returned, and stepped into the carriage with Song Qinghuan in his arms.

Mu Bai was startled, before he had time to ask any further questions, he quickly jumped onto the shaft of the chariot, whipped his whip, and quickly drove the chariot towards Prince Han's mansion.

The carriage was speeding all the way, and soon stopped in front of the palace.

Without waiting for the car to stop, Shen Chuhan walked into the palace with Song Qinghuan in his arms.

The weather was fine today, Ji Liuyun was tending flowers and plants in the courtyard, when he heard the courtyard door being knocked open with a "bang", Shen Chuhan's figure appeared in front of his eyes.

"Jinzhi?" Ji Liuyun stood up, looked at him suspiciously, and his eyes fell on Song Qinghuan who was in his arms. "What's wrong with Qing Huan?" He couldn't help but also darkened.

"Zi Shu, quickly take a look for Ah Wan to see if she has been poisoned." Shen Chuhan glanced at him, hugged Song Qinghuan and hurried into the room, and put her down on the chair.

Ji Liuyun followed quickly, his expression becoming serious, "Poisoned?" Before he had time to ask, he put his hand on Song Qinghuan's wrist.

After listening intently for a while, her eyes paused at the small wound on her face, "How did you get poisoned?"

Song Qinghuan pointed to the wound on his face, "I was shot in the cheek with a poisoned silver needle. The wound was not deep, and Ashu immediately sucked out the poisonous blood for me."

Ji Liuyun withdrew his wrist and breathed a sigh of relief, "There is no sign of poisoning, it should be that the wound is small, and Jinzhi was treated in time, so the toxin did not invade the body."

After a slight pause, he looked at Shen Chuhan, "Did you bring the poisoned silver needle?"

Shen Chuhan nodded, took out a silver needle wrapped in a handkerchief from his sleeve, and handed it over.

Ji Liuyun opened the veil, twisted the silver needle with the veil and observed it in front of his eyes, and then put it up to his nose to smell it, and the worry in his eyes was completely relieved, "It's just an ordinary crane crimson, don't worry."

Shen Chuhan's originally improved face immediately darkened when he heard the words "crane top red".

Hedinghong is highly poisonous, and the poisonous wine given to dead concubines in the palace is always added with Hedinghong. Seeing the poison that seals the throat with blood, Ji Liuyun actually said it was ordinary?
When Ji Liuyun saw that his face was not right, he quickly explained, "Although Hedinghong is highly poisonous, its toxicity will only occur when it is taken or enters the blood. Because you took care of it in time, Qing Huan has no signs of poisoning, so don't worry .”

"Are you sure?" Shen Chuhan stared at him with serious eyebrows.

Ji Liuyun spread his hands, "Don't you still believe in my medical skills?" After a pause, he compromised, "That's all..." While speaking, he took out a white porcelain bottle from his bosom, "This is the Qingxin Pill I developed earlier. , can cure most of the common poisons in this world, if you are worried, how about I give Qing Huan a pill?"

Shen Chuhan stared at him, "Will there be any side effects?"

Ji Liuyun sat down on the chair by himself, "No, the medicine used in it also has the effect of preventing miscarriage."

"Okay." Shen Chuhan's expression eased a little.

Song Qinghuan smiled at him, "I'll just say it's nothing."

Shen Chuhan glanced at her, and forced a smile, but there was still fear and hostility in his eyes.

Song Qinghuan pulled him to sit down, looked at Ji Liuyun and said, "Zi Shu, help Ashu take a look." He inhaled the toxin for himself, just in case, it's better to check it.

Ji Liuyun nodded, stretched out his hand to check the pulse for him, and quickly withdrew it, "Jin Zhi is fine, don't worry."

Song Qing thanked him with a smile, looked at him earnestly, and said with a smile, "Zi Shu, give Ashu a pill for your Qingxin pill?"

Ji Liuyun frowned in pain, cleared his throat and said, "That...Jinzhi is fine, the medicine is three-point poisonous, so it's better not to use it."

It's a joke, how many precious herbs are there in his Qingxin Pill, so he doesn't want to give them to Shen Chuhan.

Shen Chuhan glanced at him and stretched out his hand.

Ji Liuyun glanced at him angrily, "Why?"

"Feed Ah Wan the medicine." Shen Chuhan looked indifferent.

Ji Liuyun didn't suspect him, and handed the white porcelain bottle into his hands.

Shen Chuhan opened the bottle cap, poured out two pills from the bottle, handed one to Song Qinghuan, and put the other directly into his mouth.

"You!" When Ji Liuyun saw it, his eyes widened, he hurriedly grabbed the porcelain bottle in his hand, closed it like a baby, and stared angrily at Shen Chuhan.

There was a slight smile on the corner of Shen Chuhan's lips, and when he glanced at Song Qinghuan who hadn't recovered, his eyes suddenly became gentle, "Ah Wan, open your mouth, this is Zishu's good stuff."

Song Qinghuan also smiled, took a sip of tea and opened his mouth to swallow it.

Ji Liuyun stared helplessly at Shen Chuhan, quickly put the porcelain bottle in his arms, and stared at Shen Chuhan like a thief.

Shen Chuhan's heart sank because Song Qinghuan was fine, and he was in a good mood. He glanced at him with a half-smile, "I'll have someone find it for you later, whatever medicinal ingredients you want." After a pause, he said seriously, "In the past two days, you should help me pay attention to Ah Wan's physical condition."

When it came to business, Ji Liuyun also restrained his joking expression, nodded and said, "Understood, don't worry." Then, he took a sip from the tea cup on the table, and said heavily, "What's going on?"

Why did Song Qinghuan get poisoned after going to the palace well?

Speaking of this, Shen Chuhan's face that had finally cleared up turned gloomy again, and he said coldly, "Jun Wuyin is tired of working."

You are boundless?
Ji Liuyun raised his eyebrows in surprise, could it be related to Emperor Zhao?He's really tired of working for Song Qinghuan.

Song Qinghuan smiled at him, and briefly told him the matter.

"It seems that he knows he won't live long, so he wants to scare you before he dies?" After listening to Song Qinghuan's words, Ji Liuyun fiddled with the teacup in the cup, looked at Shen Chuhan and spoke in a heavy tone.

The reason why Emperor Zhao dealt with Song Qinghuan was obviously because he knew how important Song Qinghuan was to Shen Chuhan.

Shen Chuhan didn't speak, but only let out a cold snort.

Emperor Zhao was indeed impatient to live, but... want to die like this?It's not that easy!
At this time, hurried footsteps came from outside the door. Looking up, it was Ye Luo who hurried in. As soon as he entered the door, a voice floated in, "What's the matter?"

She had just taken a nap after lunch, and when she was half asleep and half awake, she heard movement coming from here, so she hurried over.

"It's nothing." Song Qinghuan didn't want Ye Luo to worry anymore, so she took the matter lightly.

On that day, Shen Chuhan didn't go to the palace again, and only stayed with Song Qinghuan in the mansion.

It's just that Ye Luo learned the truth from Ji Liuyun, and when he finished eating, he slipped his mouth and was overheard by Concubine Xiao.

After dinner, Ye Luo and Ji Liuyun bid farewell and left, while Concubine Xiao stayed behind.

Song Qinghuan knew that she was worried about her body, so she quickly took her hand and sat down, and said softly, "Concubine Mu, I'm really fine, you don't have to worry."

Concubine Xiao Gui saw that her face was normal, and Shen Chuhan beside her was also calm, so she was relieved.

"Mother Concubine." Shen Chuhan who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke.

Concubine Xiao Gui looked at him.

"Do you want to see him?" Shen Chuhan said lightly.

Concubine Xiao hesitated and nodded.

Seeing him for the last time was a complete break with the humiliating days of the past.

"Okay, how about after two days?" Shen Chuhan's expression was normal, and he didn't see anything unusual.

"Shu'er, you make arrangements." Concubine Xiao Gui replied softly.

Shen Chuhan nodded, "Then I'll go find my concubine before entering the palace."

Concubine Xiao Gui agreed, told Song Qinghuan to rest well, and left with Lan Xi.

As soon as she left, Shen Chuhan withdrew his gaze from Concubine Xiao's back, and turned to look at Song Qinghuan, only to see Song Qinghuan was staring at her without blinking, with water rippling between his brows and eyes.

Shen Chuhan withdrew the coldness in his eyes, sat down beside her, and hugged her shoulders, "What's the matter, Wan?"

"Ash, are you going to make a move?"

Shen Chuhan's eyes trembled slightly, he turned his eyes away, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded, "He will always be a disaster if he stays in this world, it's better to get rid of it as soon as possible."

Song Qinghuan sighed, but still didn't say anything after all, just pursed his lips at him, "Be careful."

*
Two more days passed without incident.

Emperor Zhao lay on the dragon couch with his eyes open, staring blankly at the crocodile gauze tent above his head in a daze, his eyes filled with confusion, and he wrapped himself tightly in the quilt.

A servant stood not far from him, looking at him solemnly, without saying a word, his eyes full of vigilance.

Since he hurt Song Qinghuan that day, Shen Chuhan hadn't been here for several days, and Emperor Zhao felt scared and anxious at the same time.

Last time, Shen Chuhan's palm and Song Qinghuan's whip directly hit him with internal injuries that could not be healed.Coupled with the infection of the wound on the broken arm, he felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, as if all the anger was passing away bit by bit.

He blinked, eyes full of despair.

At this time, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, as if a sharp knife had been stabbed in his abdomen, and beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

He hissed coldly, curled up and hugged his knees, trying to resist part of the pain coming from him.

However, it was just in vain.

The pain from the abdomen became more and more severe one after another, and it swept over like a turbulent wave, like a convulsion, making him twitch all over, and his face was as pale as paper.

He bit his lower lip tightly, and tightly grasped the brocade quilt with his hands.

After a while, the piercing pain finally eased a little.

He relaxed his body, and slowly spread out his curled hands and feet, like a dying fish, panting heavily, and his blurred vision slowly regained clarity.Drenched all over, as if he had just been salvaged from a pool, he was extremely embarrassed.

His eyes were clouded by panic.

Since yesterday, his body began to experience such inexplicable severe pain. At the beginning, it happened once every half a day, but last night, it developed into an attack every two hours, which kept him up all night.

He knew that he was poisoned as Song Qinghuan said.

My heart was full of unwillingness and anger, but I didn't even have the strength to move my hands and feet.

According to the frequency of this pain attack, his next days will only become more and more painful. Instead of living like this, it would be better to die.

He closed his eyes, bit his tongue with his teeth, and with a slight force, a sensitive pain came from the tip of his tongue, which made him tremble all over, and the feeling of panic that retreated just now flooded back overwhelmingly.

In the end, he still didn't have the courage to lie down on the couch, his mind blank.

From the beginning to the end, the servant standing not far away did not respond at all, looking at Emperor Zhao as if he was looking at a dead person.

I don't know how long it has passed in a daze, probably because he sweated too much and his body lacked water. He felt thirsty urgently, moved his fingers, and opened his eyes with difficulty to look at the waiter not far away, murmuring with -

"Water... water..."

The waiter looked over, without any fluctuations in his expression, and of course, he didn't make any moves.

Emperor Zhao gradually came back to his senses, his face suddenly darkened.

If it was normal, he would have cursed a long time ago, but today he really has no strength, besides, he has fallen to such a state now, this person was obviously sent by Shen Chuhan to monitor him, how could he listen to him?

Taking a deep breath, and barely suppressing the remaining pain, he struggled to get up and reached for the teapot on the high table beside him.But he didn't expect that with a shake of his hand, he couldn't hold the teapot firmly, but was carried down by him, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Emperor Zhao subconsciously picked it up with his hands, but he didn't want to. His body was really weak, and he didn't catch it for a while, so he fell off the dragon couch and fell heavily on the ground, his jaw hurt a lot.

In the empty hall, he seemed to hear the sound of his bones creaking.

The servant still didn't move.

Emperor Zhao gritted his teeth resentfully, propped his elbows on the ground, and struggled to get up. Suddenly, a light blue skirt appeared in the corner of his sight. Under the skirt, a pair of delicate and small embroidered shoes seemed to have a faint fragrance at the end of his nose. Floating.

For some reason, his heartbeat suddenly slowed down by half a beat, subconsciously, he raised his head and looked forward.

Moving his gaze upwards, the last thing that appeared in his eyes was that haunting face. At this moment, those eyes were looking at him intently, without waves or ripples in them.Behind him was Shen Chuhan, who was expressionless.

"Ling...Lingyi..." Emperor Zhao's pale lips squirmed, and he opened his lips with difficulty to call her name.

Concubine Xiao Gui stared fixedly at Emperor Zhao lying on the ground.

He lost one hand, his whole body was stained with blood, his face was as pale as paper, he lay on the ground in embarrassment, staring straight at her with his head up, his eyes fluctuated violently, but he didn't seem to have the vigor of the past at all.

Emperor Zhao looked at her, and the breath on his chest rose and fell violently.

He never thought that he could see Xiao Lingyi again, but when he... was in such a mess, for some reason, a surge of anger suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

Shen Chuhan must have done it on purpose, to let Ling Yi see himself making a fool of himself!

Strong anger was burning in his eyes, but his rationality reminded himself that this was not the time to be willful.If he annoyed Shen Chuhan, the end would be ugly.

Then, we can only start with Xiao Lingyi.

She can come to see herself again today, does it mean... She still has feelings for herself in her heart?Thinking of this, Emperor Zhao felt a little joy in his heart, and stretched out his hand to grab Concubine Xiao's skirt.

But she didn't want to, Concubine Xiao Gui took two steps back again and again as if she had seen a ghost.

Emperor Zhao looked astonished, and before he could retract his hand, he felt a pain coming from the back of his hand——

A black soap boot firmly stepped on the back of his hand.

　In the next chapter, Emperor Zhao is finally about to raise his braids...

　　
　
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