Rebirth of Qing Xin Fu Yan

When the two were sent away, Fu Yanqing looked sad and unclear. It was true that she was very happy, but she was also very worried, and her heart was uneasy, fearing that the poison would bring unpredictable harm to Zhao Ziyan. Leaning over and looking at the person who was still holding her fingers, Fu Yanqing's heart was sour and soft. She turned her hand back and gently wrapped her cool fingers into her palms. She bowed her head and kissed her forehead, and whispered, "Thank you for being there. ."

After a while, Zhao Ziyan withdrew slightly, but Zhao Ziyan used a bit of effort. Fu Yanqing smiled and said, "It's still very clingy." Without trying to leave, Fu Yanqing lifted the quilt and lay sideways next to Zhao Ziyan, thinning. The person hugs his arms.

Thinking of her body in her heart, it wasn't until the latter half of the night that Fu Yanqing sniffed the smell of Zhao Ziyan's body and fell asleep in a daze.

After Fu Yanqing woke up, Zhao Ziyan was still asleep. After getting up to pack her Fu Yanqing, she instructed the chef to stew the bird's nest porridge, guarding Zhao Ziyan to wake up.

When his consciousness returned to the cage again, Zhao Ziyan immediately opened his eyes, and was soon dazzled by the sudden light. He frowned and squinted. He turned his head somewhat uncomfortably, and muttered, "Qing'er." The voice fell, and the sound of clothes rubbing quickly came, and then, a hand was tenderly covered in her eyes, the voice was soft and sweet, but it was eager: "Wake up?"

Zhao Ziyan took a rest for a night. Although he was still weak, he had the strength to speak, and he was energetic.

"Yeah." Zhao Ziyan responded in a low voice, stretched out his hand to hold Fu Yanqing's hand, slowly pressed it to his heart, and then stared at her intently. Before closing her eyes, she thought she would never see her again, and now that she was lucky enough to see her again, she wanted to see her a bit greedily.

Looking at her like this, Fu Yanqing was a little uncomfortable, her face was a little hot, but her face was not visible, and she whispered: "What are you looking at?"

Perceiving a little anger in her tone, Zhao Ziyan was slightly startled, but then he was a little nervous and said: "I miss you, I knew you were there when I was sleeping, but I couldn't see you no matter how hard I tried, I...I"

Seeing her walking nervously, Fu Yanqing was also reluctant to be really angry with her, and seeing her pitiful appearance, her heart was softened long ago, and her face couldn't stand anymore, she just flicked her head slightly: "Who made you be like this? Nonsense?"

Zhao Ziyan has always known that she indulges herself, and he pursed her lips and said obediently: "It won't happen in the future. After all, only if I live, I can continue to protect you."

Fu Yanqing looked complicated, looked down at her, and said seriously: "I am very happy that you protect me like this. But An'er, I also want to protect you. As I said, I already have one more wish in my heart now, that is Allow you to stay with me forever. Promise me to protect myself before protecting me, okay? This time, I... I'm really scared, I can't stand your desperate protection, do you understand?"

Zhao Ziyan looked sad and remained silent for a long time before he whispered: "I will assure you that I won't be so impulsive again, and I will plan well before then. However, if what happened at the time still happens, I will still stop it. "She couldn't watch Fu Yanqing get hurt. She used to be unable to protect the people around her, so she taught them to leave one by one. Today, Fu Yanqing, she will never be like this anymore.

Fu Yanqing saw her stubbornness, and the two stood in a stalemate for a long time. In the end, Fu Yanqing could only give in, sighed, and looked around Zhao Ziyan. After a long time, she tightened her sleeves and said: "An'er, what are you wrong? Is it comfortable?"

Zhao Ziyan's eyes condensed slightly, but his face was as if nothing had happened. It happened that Yao Santong and Yue Shenglin knocked on the door, and Fu Yanqing got up to open the door. Zhao Ziyan's face turned pale suddenly, and Fu Yanqing wouldn't ask this for no reason, so even if she had her life back, she would have to pay the price.

Reluctantly propped up, Zhao Ziyan wanted to sit up, but failed after a few attempts, or Fu Yanqing saw her and hugged her quickly and let her lean on a soft pillow. Zhao Ziyan smiled reluctantly: "I am a little useless now."

Fu Yanqing paused and raised her eyes lightly to scold her: "What nonsense?"

After speaking, she stared at Zhao Ziyan again, and asked again, holding her breath, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Zhao Ziyan frowned, and then said in distress, "I'm very hungry."

Fu Yanqing hung a heart, waiting for her words, when she heard this sentence, she was a little startled, and a moment later she lowered her head and chuckled, "Well, I used to have four bowls of rice. I haven't eaten anything in the past few days. Hungry."

Zhao Ziyan's cheeks were a little red, but he looked at Fu Yanqing pitifully, and his stomach screamed quite cooperatively, and everyone couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, I let them cook the porridge, I'll go and see if it's done." After saying that, I was afraid that Zhao Ziyan would be really hungry, but turned around and went out, his eyes dimmed in an instant. Fu Yanqing stood at the door holding the door frame for a while, and finally left with a little despair.

After Fu Yanqing left, Zhao Ziyan raised his eyes and looked at the medicine tee, and said in a low voice: "My legs are not working well." When I woke up before, I didn't feel anything. I thought it was because I slept for too long. She was a little weak, but it was fine to move, because she couldn't move her legs no matter how hard she was. The question of the talented Fu Yanqing immediately made her guess that it was not good. She tried to sit up and try, but she felt that her legs would not bend and could not bend at all. But she inexplicably didn't want Fu Yanqing to know, so she helped her out.

On the other hand, the face of the three medicines changed slightly, and his heart sank, and Yue Shenglin was also a little nervous. The two of them didn't care about the ceremony, opened the quilt, and carefully checked Zhao Ziyan's legs.

Yao Santong squeezed her leg while asking how Zhao Ziyan felt. In the end, Zhao Ziyan's face turned pale, just watching them move without saying a word. Yue Shenglin took the silver needles and pierced them into several acupoints on Zhao Ziyan's legs. The silver needles trembled slightly, and he asked again: "How?"

Zhao Ziyan's eyes lit up and hurriedly said, "It hurts." She was a little happy in her heart. After all, she didn't feel it at all before, and it still hurts.

Yue Shenglin's complexion did not completely improve. He raised Zhao Ziyan's leg again, squeezed a few times, then moved again, and said in a low voice: "His leg meridians are damaged, so I feel a little dull, and I don't have much strength. If you can still feel the pain, it means that it is not completely ruined."

"That means it can be cured?" Looking at Zhao Ziyan's hopeful face, Yue Shenglin couldn't speak. After all, the person in front of him was only 19 years old. , Ordinary people who can stand it.

Seeing his silence, Zhao Ziyan's hope was completely extinguished. Although she didn't know Yue Shenglin, she heard from Fu Yanqing that her medical skills were no worse than the three ways of medicine, and her life was probably due to him. His reaction in this way undoubtedly sentenced her to death.

Zhao Ziyan's whole person is a little weak, and his mind is in a mess. God is really joking, and he has to take her leg after paying her life. Lifting his eyes to look at the two who were hesitant to speak, Zhao Ziyan closed his eyes, shook his head slowly, and said in a low voice: "I should be content, after all, I'm still alive."

Yue Shenglin saw her holding back the pain and comforting herself there, and it didn't feel like in her heart. He said sternly: "Your Majesty, although your legs can't walk right now, they are not useless. Both me and the medicine three Tongs have passed the pulses for you. Your meridians are still there, but the blood is stagnant and stagnant, so your legs are blocked. Numbness and weakness. Although I cannot guarantee that you can be cured, there is still a chance. At least, it can restore some strength to your legs."

Zhao Ziyan knew in his heart that he was trying his best to comfort him and give her some hope, so he smiled reluctantly at the moment: "Ziyan understands, thank you Mr. Yue."

After a while, she said in a low voice: "Can you leave me alone for a while."

The two of them hesitated for a while, and finally left with both winks, and when they went out, they saw Fu Yanqing standing motionless at the door.

Zhao Ziyan still couldn't accept it. After all, she had lived intact for nineteen years. It was really impossible to imagine what it would be like to never stand up again. A sense of powerlessness inevitably rose in her heart, she lifted the quilt, propped up and moved herself up, stretched out her hand and squeezed her leg. From below the knee, there is basically no feeling in the legs. This pinch seems to be touching someone else's legs. The feeling of emptiness underneath is becoming more and more obvious. Zhao Ziyan looked dazed and gave a bitter smile, but he was a little unwilling to give up.

She barely pressed her body and pulled her leg to the edge of the bed. When she reached the edge of the bed, she was already sweating. She looked serious at the moment, and she couldn't see the bitterness before, she just moved a little bit carefully, seeing that her foot was about to touch the ground, she gritted her teeth, tentatively stepping on it.

Even though she tried to control her legs, they still did not listen, soft and unsupported. A glimmer of hope in her heart was completely annihilated, and she suddenly lost all her strength, and fell to the ground.

At almost the same time, the door was quickly knocked open, and a slender blue figure swept over. She looked at Zhao Ziyan nervously, seeing that there was nothing serious, and then she took Zhao Ziyan into her arms. She hugged her tightly, and Zhao Ziyan felt a little painful with her arms folded, her whole body was tight, and she seemed to be suppressing the emotion that was about to collapse.

He quickly felt a warm dampness on his shoulders, which was clearly conveyed to Zhao Ziyan through the thin coat, as if he was about to burn her. Zhao Ziyan's eyes were red, and his heart was pained beyond all levels. By the way, except for herself, her Qinger is the most painful now.

Trying to endure the tears, Zhao Ziyan took a few breaths and showed a smile. He stretched out his hand and gently lined Fu Yanqing's back, coaxing warmly: "Hey, don't cry, I just want to try if I can go. I was precautionary before. I didn't fall."

When Fu Yanqing heard what she said, her heart was even more embarrassing, but she didn't know what to say. She knew that Zhao Ziyan was pushing her away, even though she was worried, she left, but when she heard that Zhao Ziyan might never stand up anymore, it was like a bolt from the blue. Her An'er is still a little girl, but only nineteen years old. It is the best time in life, how can she be, so she can only be tied to a wheelchair for the rest of her life.

She couldn't hear a word of what Yao Santong and Yue Shenglin said, but stood at the door in a daze. Her appearance is indeed a variable. In the last life, Zhao Ziyan was fine, did not come to Yizhou, did not enter the Yongdi Mausoleum, and would not be poisoned for her, almost lost her life, and now ruined her legs.

Fu Yanqing felt bitter and regretful in her heart. She was complaining about herself, but she heard a plop from inside. It seemed that someone had fallen, and her heart suddenly raised her throat, and she slammed the door and hurried over. But when Zhao Ziyan fell to the ground, she was quite embarrassed and couldn't get up. She was so painful that she almost suffocated. She didn't know what to do except holding her.

"I'm sorry, An'er, I'm sorry." It was all her fault. It was her who wanted to control the emperor's power, and it was her who wanted to write to Zhao Mo. She was also the one who was supposed to be poisoned, so why let this person carry it all over. She has been so tortured since she was a child, why God has been harsh on her again and again.

Zhao Ziyan felt sour, and this fool really blamed himself. After rubbing her hair, Zhao Ziyan's tone became more gentle: "Excuse me? I am willing to save you. What does it have to do with you. If I hadn't been willing to hook you up, how could you be with me."

Fu Yanqing burst into tears and smiled: "What kind of hook up, what kind of words are used indiscriminately."

Hearing her smile, Zhao Ziyan sighed slightly, and said solemnly: "I'm serious, when I first saw you that night, I decided that I must beg Bailai to follow you, so that you can't bear to lose me anymore. ."

Fu Yanqing raised her head and looked at her with red eyes, Zhao Ziyan still had a gentle smile on her face, and those ink-colored eyes looked at her with affection. Fu Yanqing had a hot and sour heart, and said in a low voice, "Is it worth it?"

Zhao Ziyan straightened his expression: "At the beginning I was just a desolate majesty who didn't care about it. You saved me, but in the end treated me like that. Is it worth it? You agreed to a man who died of poisonous poisoning at some point. Being together, spoiling me, holding me upright, have you ever thought about it worth it?"

Fu Yanqing lowered her eyes and said with a choked voice, "I have a wife who treats me with all my heart, you say I'm not worth it."

When Zhao Ziyan heard her talk about her daughter-in-law, his heart jumped wildly, and he was too happy. He turned back and hugged her in a low voice, "Don’t be sad anymore. Although my legs are not good, I can still look at you and hold you like this. You, coax you. Sometimes I can rely on you to make you hurt me. I don’t know how good it is. You don’t know how sad I was when I thought I was going to die."

Fu Yanqing placed her chin on her shoulder, tears streaming down continuously. Zhao Ziyan's eyes were red, letting her cry like this, just stroking her back.

The author has something to say: Now, I made it a long time ago, and it was mentioned in the old copy. It's a pity that His Highness just made a small comment and underestimated the extent of his chatter. Of course, it can be guaranteed that the next chapter will be filled, because I have finished writing. *^_^*