Rebirth of Qing Xin Fu Yan

Going in from the secret path, many steps were built inside, and after walking for some time, they finally saw the sun. At this point they had been below for two days.

There was too much noise when I went out, and after turning over a few dark boards, the soldiers who had been patrolling around gathered around. Fu Yanqing had a black cloth tied to their faces, but they also had a general understanding of the situation.

The man who led the team saw Zhao Mojian and quickly stepped forward to salute: "Your subordinates have seen His Highness Seven, and your subordinates are late for rescue. I hope that your Highness will forgive you."

Zhao Mojian raised his hand tiredly, motioning them to get up. Then he turned his head and said, "Miss Su, how many of you?"

Fu Yanqing carried Zhao Ziyan on his back, and there was no warmth in her voice: "We want to take her away."

Zhao Mojian frowned: "Zi Yan is my imperial sister. Come to Yizhou with me. If something like this happened, I need to explain to my father..."

"Explain?" Fu Yanqing laughed and mocked: "Explain why she appeared in this ghost place with you, and explain why she didn't die under the hidden weapons underneath, but died on the poison of the guards of your Prince Yu's Mansion?"

Zhao Mojian's expression was stagnant, and he whispered, "Miss Su said carefully."

"Zhao Mojian, don't force me. Whether the antidote is for you is up to you to decide."

The leader of Xiaoqiwei on the side was shocked to see, this woman dared to speak to His Highness Seven in this way, and the person she was carrying...was His Highness Nine?

After a long time, Zhao Mojian gritted his teeth and said, "How can I give the antidote?"

Speechless and solemnly said: "I will stay, you go to Qingfeng Tower with me, I will tell you the antidote formula."

Zhao Mojian could only compromise. Watching Fu Yanqing carrying Zhao Ziyan on his back, stumbling with Sile and Gui Chou beside him, it was already the afternoon, the western sun's afterglow dyed half of the sky, and the golden light seemed to coat everything with gold edges. The few people in the distance also carry afterglow, but they are indescribably desolate and desolate.

Seven days later, Yizhou Hotel.

Zhao Mojian clenched the detailed list that Qi Sheng handed him, his face gloomy. Almost all the places in the Yongdi Treasure have been turned upside down, and they have touched many organs when they entered again. Even if the Xiaoqi Guards were prepared in advance, they would have damaged a lot of people, but in the end there was nothing, except that it was expensive. The coffin and the remaining cane armour, the result of the loss of the army this time, was almost nothing.

Xiao Tuo urged people to ask several times, suffering from Tuyuhun pressing forward, two of the four checkpoints in the western border of Yizhou had already been lost, so he never came to see it in person. However, Zhao Mojian still had no progress, and the news of Zhao Ziyan's death in Yongdi Mausoleum was revealed. Lu Wei did not see Zhao Ziyan in the hotel several times, so he already started to inquire. After all, the emperor disappeared under his jurisdiction, and even rumored to have died, how could he sit still. And no matter how she searched, she couldn't find the trace of Fu Yanqing and the others, and she was also thinking about how to return to Jingdi at that time. Zhao Mojian, who only felt burnt, did not expect that she thought that except for Zhao Ziyan would make her a lot easier in the future, but she did not expect that everything was the beginning of her disaster.

On Jinping Mountain which is dozens of miles away from Yizhou City, there is a small courtyard halfway up the mountain. The courtyard is built on the hillside and is covered by layers of trees. Several blue-tile huts in the courtyard are ringed together, and a fence is surrounded by bamboo outside, and they are spotlessly cleaned. There is a peach tree planted in the courtyard. The trunk is vicissitudes of life, and it has a certain age. At this time, the flowering season has passed, the gorgeous peach blossoms have faded early, and only a few scattered stamens are left, and the rest are hung with blue fruits. , Round and lovely.

There is no one in the yard, only a steaming medicine stove is making a snoring sound, which is especially clear in this empty and deep mountain.

The window of the left wing was half open, and the gentle mountain breeze in the late spring blew in. The layout of the house is also very simple, a small square sandalwood table, made of two bamboo chairs, with the cyan color of bamboo, which is obviously new. On the table were a set of bamboo cups and a celadon kettle. Two of the cups moved, and one of them still had half a cup of tea, which was already cold.

Going further in, you can see a wooden couch, with a pair of shoes neatly placed on the footsteps, very clean white embroidered satin boots, with silver embroidered patterns, beautiful and noble, which also shows that the couch is on. People have not got out of bed in a long time.

After a while, the wooden door creaked and someone slowly opened the door. She hadn't come in yet, and her eyes had already fallen on the couch. There was a person lying quietly on the couch. She was so beautiful that she made this originally very simple room more and more eclipsed.

Her skin was so pale that she seemed transparent in the fine sunlight. With her eyes closed, she could clearly see her long and curled eyelashes, and the sunlight fell on it, seeming to jump with a slight light. Her thin lips were pursed slightly, the bridge of her nose was high and delicate, and the whole person looked peaceful and soft. That long hair, like a waterfall, was scattered on the pillow, and occasionally a few strands of hair were blown by the wind and wrapped around her face.

The person who pushed the door looked at this blankly for a long time, and quickly closed the door and walked over. Looking down at her, her eyes were soft and petting, but there was also a pain that couldn't melt away. He stretched out her messy hair, looked at the wind outside the window, reached out and touched her hand, and said softly: "The wind is blowing, your hands are a little cold, are they cold?" Fu Yanqing held her hand in the palm of her hand and rubbed it, feeling some heat before carefully putting her in the quilt and covering it up. In fact, it's almost early summer, how can it be cold, but she has been so cold.

Fu Yanqing sat next to her and looked outside. Her voice was soft and elegant: "An'er, the weather outside is very good. There are many unknown flowers blooming in Jinping Mountain. It is very beautiful. It is very quiet and beautiful, you You should like it. If you are not awake, there are only trees." After a while, Fu Yanqing looked sad and whispered: "You have been in the palace for so long and have been so hard. You must never take a good look. Those sceneries. You can rest now, won't you wake up and take a look?"

There was no response in the room except for her voice. Fu Yanqing seemed to be waiting for her to answer, and remained silent for a long time. With some hot eyes, Fu Yanqing lowered her head, then buried her head in Zhao Ziyan's heart. There faintly heard a weak heartbeat, but it was not regular, but it was still alive after all. She took her away that day, really thinking that she was... just like that. The dagger painted on Ziling is a kind of exotic flower unique to the Western Regions, the juice of the soul-killing princess. Ordinarily, as long as a leaf is put in the water, it will kill you if you drink it. When the juice enters the flesh and blood, it will be poisoned instantly.

At that time, after Zhao Ziyan vomited so much blood, there was no sound, and the whole body was cold. Fu Yanqing was broken for a while, and she didn't want to live, and didn't expect Zhao Ziyan to be alive. After leaving with Zhao Ziyan, she came across the medicine tee who was looking for her everywhere, and Yue Shenglin, who had come to Yizhou with her special explanation, also went to Yizhou.

Yao Santong saw a few people so miserable, and his heart was also cold. When the ghost who was about to faint told him, the host was dead, and his face changed greatly. He stepped forward and hurriedly gave Zhao Ziyan the pulse, but his fingertips could not touch the pulse, making the medicine tee so scared that his face was pale, but when he saw Zhao Ziyan's right hand, he brightened his eyes sharply and said: "God. Bless, God bless, hurry up...hurry up and take the host back!"

Fu Yanqing, who had already collapsed, gradually recovered some consciousness in her blank mind when she saw the actions of the medicine tee. She suddenly remembered that the medicine of the medicine tee told him that Zhao Ziyan's poison had a ray of life.

After shaking her lips for a long time, she asked in disbelief, "Mr. Yao means that she can still be saved?"

Yao Santong hurriedly said: "Although there is only a slight chance, once it succeeds, the original poster's heart-relief can be solved. I have prepared things a long time ago, and follow me, fast, fast!"

In the end, he brought Zhao Ziyan to the courtyard on the side of Jinping Mountain.

Later, Fu Yanqing brought Yue Shenglin over again. The three methods of medicine were weird and bold, but radical. With Yue Shenglin, a "famous and upright" doctor, although there were many contradictions, they all tried their best to save Zhao Ziyan. In the end, the two of them worked together and finally saved. Zhao Ziyan's fate. It's just that Yue Shenglin said that although this method of fighting poison with poison has a miraculous effect, it is also a helpless move, only to save life, but what the consequences will be, he is difficult to determine. In particular, the violent toxicity of Miserable Soul will cause Zhao Ziyan how much damage she will only know when she wakes up. However, Zhao Ziyan slept for seven days without any movement, and Fu Yanqing couldn't stabilize her heart.

Fu Yanqing was in a daze, and there was a soft knock on the door outside, and she whispered: "Please come in."

The person who came in was not speechless, but Yue Shenglin came back to gather medicine. Fu Yanqing stood up and saluted him: "Mr. Yue."

Yue Shenglin waved his hand, holding a bowl of medicine in his right hand, looking at Fu Yanqing who was much more decadent and haggard than he remembered, and sighed: "Are you still worried?"

Fu Yanqing glanced at Zhao Ziyan, and asked Yue Shenglin to sit down and poured him a cup of tea: "There hasn't been any movement so far, so why not worry."

Yue Shenglin shook his head: "After staying in the palace for these years, I always feel that you are calm and indifferent than a young man. At this moment, you are no different from a young man."

Fu Yanqing gave a wry smile and said nothing. Yue Shenglin looked at her somewhat complicatedly: "You really treat her..."

"Mr. Yue, although you may not be able to understand, I have already fallen into it." After saying that, her eyes were full of bitterness: "I really thought that I had lost her that day. The pain, I never want to try again."

Yue Shenglin was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "You have been assertive since you were young, and your mind is much more delicate than that of ordinary children. Whether it is the prince or our veterans, we are very relieved of you. If you agree, I will not object. But where is the prince?"

Fu Yanqing glanced at him in surprise, with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth: "When the time is right, I will talk about it myself."

Yue Shenglin saw that she was rarely happy, and his eyes became much milder: "Give her the medicine, I have the herbs, and I will give her a medicated bath at night."

"Thank you, Mr. Yue." Fu Yanqing thanked him gratefully and sent him out of the house.

Feeding medicine to Zhao Ziyan is not an easy task. In the past few days, she had no consciousness at all. Every time she couldn't swallow by herself, she almost always had to open her mouth forcibly, pour it into it, and make a bowl of it. Not much. In addition, the medicines dispensed in the previous few times were mixed with poisons, and Fu Yanqing wanted to feed them softly, but was stopped by a few people who said nothing. Seeing her being treated so "roughly", Fu Yanqing felt distressed. Today, she finally changed Yue Shenglin's prescription. She was speechless and very witty. After making good medicine, she added a sentence, saying that today's medicine is no longer poisonous, so she just went straight. Went out.

Fu Yanqing faintly blushed thinking about it, but still lowered her head and gently supported her chin, and then swept the medicine over with a slight effort. I don't know if it was an illusion. Fu Yanqing always felt that the medication was a lot easier this time, and Zhao Ziyan seemed to be able to cope with the swallowing. With surprise in her eyes, Fu Yanqing lowered her head and called her softly: "An'er, An'er? Are you awake?"

Only after calling for a long time without hearing any response, Fu Yanqing was a little disappointed and could only continue to give her medicine. When the bitter concoction was finished, Fu Yanqing wiped the corners of her mouth, bowed her head and kneaded her bones.

"After sleeping for so long, it must be uncomfortable. I will rub it for you, and it will be much better when I wake up."

She just talked to Zhao Ziyan in such a chattering way, not at all as quiet and quiet as she used to be. She always felt that Zhao Ziyan could hear her, she liked to stick to her so much, that she had been calling her before she lost consciousness, and now she can only lie down like this, surely suffocated.

The Shadow Secret Guard transferred from Dali entered the Shu area a long time ago, but now Fu Yanqing has no intention to deal with other things, but she also understands that the more things go to this time, the more you can’t relax, and everything is left to you. Speechless. There are traces of shadow security activities in Yizhou City, mainly focusing on Zhao Mojian's actions and the war in Yizhou City.

This time Zhao Mojian brought Zhao Ziyan's injury and pain to her, she would never let it go.

The author has something to say: It will be sweet, don't worry, but it is certain that your Highness is alive, but... hehe