Rebirth of Qing Xin Fu Yan

Can't help but think of the night she sneaked into the hall. The two couldn't help themselves. They almost did the gift of Zhou Gong, but in the end the little **** stopped alive. At that time, she also knew that she was angry, and whispered not knowing what to say. In the end, she said that she had never been hired or given a gift. It was too damned, and she had to give this purple jade to her in the end to talk about her love. Token.

When Fu Yanqing thinks about it now, he is angry and distressed. Then she took out a small kit from her arms, and inside it was the purple jade that Zhao Ziyan gave her. Taking off the jade pendant, she carefully pressed it against the card slot, only to hear a clear sound, and the box bounced open by itself. There are a few rosters and some ledgers in it. Fu Yanqing flipped through it a few times at random, and they were all private records of some officials in the capital and even across the country. Some of them looked shocking, and there were detailed records and explanations in neat and beautiful lower letters behind them. Fu Yanqing is very familiar with the handwriting, it is Zhao Ziyan's handwriting.

There is also a network of intertwined relations between North Korean and Chinese factions, and many Fu Yanqing have not been able to find out. There are also some rosters that Zhao Ziyan had personal acquaintances in the DPRK, or many of them were secretly supported by her. The closeness, closeness, and credibility are all marked with incomparable detail. Fu Yanqing's heart was shocked when she saw it, no matter who these things fell into, they could almost be like a fish in the court. No wonder that in the previous life, even if Zhao Mojian became the emperor and his imperial power was stable, he could not get rid of Zhao Ziyan. This idiot, obviously hiding so many things in his hands, why should he bear it all the time and let them bully.

She was confused a lot about this question. She didn't understand it before, but now she knows it better than anyone else. Only the deeper these things are buried, the greater the final power will be. If it weren’t for Zhao Ziyan to be so tolerable and so exhausted, with the strength of Zhao Mojian and the Xiao family at that time, she would protect herself at most, and would never develop to such a degree. . Zhao Ziyan wanted to be emperor or not. Through these days of companionship, she knew clearly, so she said that she wanted to be emperor instead of saying that she wanted to be emperor for her.

After taking out those things, Fu Yanqing saw a letter. On a simple piece of paper, there were only two simple sentences. The handwriting was strong enough on the back of the paper. Between the lines, it seemed that the owner of the word could feel the mood of the writing.

"It's the blessing of my life to have you, and it's the past of my life to leave you. I don't want you to forgive me for reciting me, I just wish you peace forever."

Fu Yanqing saw her eyes sore, and tried to close her eyes, holding back the tears that were about to burst. Putting down the box, she looked down at Zhao Ziyan and poked her forehead with her hand. The action that seemed rather fierce at first, fell with a gentle stroke. Her voice was low and soft with a little nasal sound: "You said you, why are you such a bastard? You are hiding anything from me, and you don't tell me anything. I am with you because I am happy with you, and I want to Protecting you and making you happy, how can you carry everything on your own and worry about my affairs for me? I'm so angry that I don't want to care about you, you are not obedient...too much, too much." But No matter how complaining was in her mouth, now Fu Yanqing was full of distress for this person.

Fu Yanqing, who had calmed down, began to talk to her again and again until a man in a mysterious suit appeared in front of her and knelt down on one knee.

Fu Yanqing turned her head and whispered softly, "Is it done?"

"Yes, the hidden treasure scroll of His Highness Seven has been found out where it was placed, and his subordinates sent someone to steal it out, and only put it in the place you said when needed." The man's voice was low and meticulous.

"What's the situation in Beijing?" Fu Yanqing's subordinates were still kneading the legs and feet for Zhao Ziyan, and asked with their heads down.

"The memorial has already been sent to the capital. Emperor Jing sent a new minister of household to Yizhou to investigate the matter. His Royal Highness asked us to pay attention to the movements of the Second Highness. In the past few days, he has not entered the Nanya Mansion Gate again, so he went into the palace to see Emperor Jing. NS."

Fu Yanqing nodded, and then seemed to think of something: "By the way, does Miss Le know that something happened to your Royal Highness?"

The man paused slightly: "We didn't conceal from Master Le, she has already set off for Yizhou."

Fu Yanqing frowned upon hearing this: "How is Emperor Jing's body?"

"It's not great. Recently, I heard that I have been coughing and occasionally hemoptysis. However, I can last a long time if I want to."

Fu Yanqing didn't look very good, and said in a low voice: "Thanks for your hard work, send more people to stare at the movement in the palace, and also, help me bring a letter to Sheng Yu, everything goes according to plan, don't worry."

"Yes."

Fang Daohai took a look and left. Fu Yanqing looked at Zhao Ziyan alone, but didn't feel bored. After loosening her muscles and bones, she took a book and read it aside, and occasionally read a few passages to Zhao Ziyan.

Yao Santong and Yue Shenglin quarreled all the way. When they came back, they saw a woman wearing a blue flimsy shirt sitting quietly next to the recliner, holding a book in her hand, and lowered her eyes to read softly. The voice was elegant and sweet, like ice. Underwater, it sounds extraordinarily comfortable. The person on the recliner also slept quietly, his expression was quite calm, his eyes closed slightly, the picture was quite peaceful and harmonious, and the two suddenly stopped.

Yao Santong couldn't help but stroke his beard, he was so envious of the host, there is such a person who is always considerate and considerate.

Fu Yanqing was so used to the two of them, she put down the book and nodded to the two of them and said, "Mr. Yao, Mr. Yue."

Yue Shenglin nodded, stepped forward and took Zhao Ziyan's hand to cut the pulse. After a while, he said to Fu Yanqing: "The pulse is stable and stronger than before. It should be time to wake up soon."

Naturally, the three links of medicine are not to be outdated, and they have taken their pulses, with a slight smile on his face: "Yes, not bad."

Seeing the careful thoughts between the two, Fu Yanqing smiled slightly, with a lot of openness in her heart, and whispered to Zhao Ziyan: "You have to wake up as soon as possible, otherwise you will become thinner."

After speaking, looking at the two people with a little complicated expression, they gently said, "Can you still have a medicated bath today?"

The medicine santong recovered and said: "The poison damages the meridians badly. The medicated bath is to repair the meridians for the host. Even if I wake up, I can't stop it immediately in the end."

Fu Yanqing responded in a low voice, got up and hugged Zhao Ziyan. The sun became stronger in the afternoon and she couldn't let her basking.

In the evening, the entourage sent by Guilou prepared the dinner and started to make soup. Fu Yanqing had eaten and fed Zhao Ziyan with some chicken soup. These days, she could not eat anything, just drank some millet porridge. , Now that he is in good health, Fu Yanqing asked Yue Shenglin and the others, and went to the back kitchen to boil chicken soup, which at any rate made up for her. Fu Yanqing fed a small bowl of soup meticulously, and Zhao Ziyan actually swallowed all of it. I remembered that she said that she didn't like eating meat, and she didn't even like to drink these soups, but every time she made it herself, she would definitely drink a small bowl obediently, and after drinking, naturally she would take coquettishly to behave.

Putting down the bowl, Fu Yanqing lowered her head and touched her forehead lightly, and said in a low voice: "This time I am very angry. If you don't wake up earlier, I will be angry with you longer. When you wake up, you have to drink all three meals a day. To plant a tonic soup, you have to nurture you."

After frightening her, Fu Yanqing went to prepare her clothes, and it was time to take a medicinal bath later. When he turned and left, the person who had been motionless on the bed frowned slightly, and the corners of his mouth were also flattened, seemingly aggrieved, and finally there was no trace.

The medicinal soup was poured into the bath tub boiling hot, Fu Yanqing watched by the side, testing the water temperature from time to time, too hot would hurt Zhao Ziyan, too cold the medicinal properties would be poor. This is a very boring and boring thing, and Fu Yanqing does it tirelessly every day, and he doesn't see any impatience at all. Assuming that the water temperature was good, Fu Yanqing hugged Zhao Ziyan over, let her lean on her half, and stretched out her hand to take off all her close-fitting coats.

The entourages here are all men, and she doesn't want others to do it, she can only come by herself. Taking off Zhao Zi Yan's jacket, Fu Yanqing put her in her arms in order to prevent her from sliding down. Putting her hands on her bare shoulders, she was delicate and cool, and Fu Yanqing felt inexplicably smoked by the heat. Even though this person has lost a lot of weight, his skin is still very good. Because of the medicated bath, there is a medicinal smell on his body.

The two were in close contact, and even though they had been so many times, Fu Yanqing still felt a little hot on her face. After all, thin is thin, and Zhao Ziyan's figure is still uneven. After tossing in sweat, Fu Yanqing finally put Zhao Ziyan into the tub. In order to prevent her from drowning, Fu Yanqing always held her head gently on the side, and then stared at her intently.

After Zhao Ziyan lost consciousness that day, she really thought she was dead. After all, she knew the power of the poison on that dagger better than anyone. It’s just that she was very uncomfortable. Even if she thought that one day she would leave Fu Yanqing, she would never be in that situation, especially since she didn’t know whether Fu Yanqing could leave safely, so until she closed her eyes, she couldn’t. Let go of the tightly held heart.

I don’t know how long it took, she suddenly felt her consciousness regained a little bit, but if there is nothing, the whole person is chaotic, except for the constant pain in her body, she can feel nothing, Zhao Ziyan is helpless, it is impossible to die. Can't you get rid of that kind of pain?

I don’t know how long it took. She felt less and less pain, replaced by endless tiredness. One day she suddenly heard someone whisper in her ear and couldn’t hear her clearly, but she felt so familiar, and she was surprised. Realized that she should be still alive. The person who talked to her was Fu Yanqing! Overwhelming joy came to her, she is still alive! She desperately wanted to open her eyes and look at Fu Yanqing, but she seemed to be unable to control her body at all, so she could only lie there, listening to Fu Yanqing's words in a daze, listening to Fu Yanqing...can't help but the depressed cry.

She felt terribly distressed, but she was helpless. The body feeling and the pain in her heart passed to her a lot, but she couldn't give any feedback. In the end, she could only give up, wandering in lucidity and chaos.

To this day, she listened to Fu Yanqing's low threats in her ear, her heart was very happy and very uncomfortable. She didn't know how long it had passed, but she could tell that Fu Yanqing was always sad. She twisted her eyebrows hard, and suddenly felt that she could do some movements, but she didn't hear any movement after a while. A simple movement consumed her too much energy, and she had to rest. When I felt it again, I only felt that all the limbs and limbs were tumbling with heat, invading the meridians little by little, and it was very uncomfortable. Half of her body felt distinct, and half of her body was unconscious and unable to move, which made her very intolerable. Trying to open it, her eyes were so heavy that she frowned.

Fu Yanqing kept looking at her, naturally seeing her reaction. She opened her eyes suddenly, staring at Zhao Ziyan, and the hands holding her head began to tremble. She barely opened her mouth before she could speak for a while. : "An'er, An'er...you...are you awake?"

Zhao Ziyan heard Fu Yanqing's voice again, and she stopped moving, feeling a little dazed to find her. Her eyelashes trembled so much. After a long time, she suddenly felt shimmering, and her eyes were misty and dark. She barely patrolled, but couldn't hold her eyes closed. The voice in her ears became more and more urgent. She tried to turn her head and finally saw a figure in the blur, the outline was familiar to the bones. She opened her mouth to call her, but she couldn't make a sound, and her limbs were heavy and unable to move.

But this subtle movement already let Fu Yanqing know that she woke up! Fu Yanqing's eyes were red, and her tears fell into the medicinal soup one by one, and ripples appeared one after another. She cried and laughed very badly, and finally couldn't help but leaned forward and hugged Zhao Ziyan in her arms. The medicinal soup wetted her clothes and her hair was soaked. She was very embarrassed, but she still couldn't stop the ecstasy and sorrow in her heart.

When Fu Yanqing recovered, she hurriedly picked up Zhao Ziyan, cleaned her liquid medicine, wrapped in a towel and wiped it clean.

Out of the steaming medicinal soup, Zhao Ziyan had a clearer mind, so she basically felt what Fu Yanqing was doing, she was a little bit chilly, obviously she didn't wear anything. Fu Yanqing's hand slipped over her skin from time to time, causing Zhao Ziyan's already soaked skin to become red again.

After getting dressed, Fu Yanqing just sat on the bedside, let Zhao Ziyan lean in her arms, and hurriedly shouted: "Hurry up, Mr. Yao and Mr. Yue, come here, An'er is awake!"

The figure outside the house flashed, and after a while, someone almost slammed the door and ran over quickly.

"Landlord?" Yao Santong flipped her eyelids and looked at her. She took her pulse again, and was stimulated by the light. Zhao Ziyan hummed and frowned and avoided.

Fu Yanqing hugged her tightly, with joy and sorrow on her face, whispering: "An'er, An'er."

Zhao Ziyan had been brewing for a long time, then raised her hand and hooked Fu Yanqing's finger, and squeezed it lightly. She wanted to speak, but she really didn't have much energy.

Fu Yanqing shook her hand back, bowed her head and wept silently. She was really going crazy waiting for the place, no matter how they promised she would be alive, but if she didn't open her eyes, she would be afraid of one day.

"Thank God, I'm awake, I'm awake. I just lie down for so long and haven't eaten much. I'm so weak that I don't have the energy to open my eyes and talk. When she is well rested, she will slowly get over."

After listening, Fu Yanqing put Zhao Ziyan down carefully, and said in a low voice: "It's fine if you wake up, and you don't need to talk. You go to bed quickly, and when you sleep, I will tell you again."

Zhao Ziyan moved his fingers and seemed to agree, and then there was no movement. After staring at her for a long while, Fu Yanqing whispered: "Maybe you can tell, what's wrong with her?"

Yao Santong's face was stunned, and he shook his head: "However, it seems that the original poster can understand what we are talking, although his consciousness is vague, but his mind is clear. I took the pulse and felt that the blood was stagnant in some places, but for some reason, I have to wait for her to wake up, and then ask more." Yao Santong actually breathed a sigh of relief. You must know that the original poster at that time really lost his heartbeat and breathing. He was afraid that he would damage his head when he woke up, but it seemed that there was no . The worst is over, and the rest is gifted by God.

The author has something to say: Now, no silly, no amnesia, no blind ⊙▽⊙What's wrong with you? (?▽`??) I complimented Haikou to wake up his Highness, but I wrote so much. The curse that should be cursed in the next chapter should be coaxed, and the dear should be suppressed... (Big mistake!)