Spoil the world: Medical concubine wants to repudiate her husband

She swept away her previous gloomy look. Life is not desperate, is it? She smiled and said, "thank you. I'm fine and haven't been wronged."

Wenyi was still in a high fever. The imperial doctor said that her injury would worsen, so the prince and his wife in Zhenyuan didn't delay her rest. After a while, they told her and left.

Wenyi drank the medicine and fell asleep. She felt that her body was cold and hot for a while, and her wound was painful. After a lot of bleeding, her face was as pale as a piece of white paper. When Xiaoju waited on her, she cried secretly.

After a few days, the high fever continued, and the imperial doctors were helpless. Even Zhuge Ming didn't know how to use medicine. The wound seemed to be inflamed and purulent within a day. He asked Wenyi if he had painted anything on the wound. Wenyi shook his head, "No."

Zhuge Ming has practiced medicine for many years and has never seen such a strange phenomenon. It is reasonable to say that the medicine he prescribed has the effect of anti-inflammatory and hemostasis. When the wound is coated with Panax Notoginseng Powder, it will not bleed again, but her wound is still bleeding continuously, and when it is bleeding, there are pustules around.

Wenyi knew what was going on. It was the body that rejected her soul. Just as she heard the man talking in a coma, her soul and the body did not fully fit. Now the wound is not good, that's why.

She felt panic for no reason and felt that she might not be able to pass. Therefore, when she was in a better spirit, she wanted to inject song Yunqian as soon as possible.

But now Song Yunqian doesn't come to see her at all. He probably thinks he hurts himself and strives for favor, so he hates and resents her. She must try to trick him into coming.

The rejection of her body became more and more serious. This day, all the drugs she had just drunk vomited out, so that she threw up and collapsed. While wiping her face, Xiaoju shed tears and said, "how can it be good if you can't drink this medicine? Princess, drink some millet porridge and let's take the medicine again?"

Wenyi took a deep breath. Her chest hurt so much that she couldn't lift it up at one breath. She said weakly, "go and buy me something."

Xiaoju leaned down and asked, "what do you want? Xiaoju will get it right away."

Wenyi raised her hand hard, wiped her tears, and said with a smile, "fool, I'm fine. Come, go to the medicine shop and buy some for me..." her voice gradually lowered, but Xiaoju still heard what she wanted and stared in surprise. "Princess, what do you want to do with ecstasy?"

Wen Yi took a hard breath and said, "go, don't ask!"

Xiaoju nodded, pressed the quilt corner for her, and said, "I'll go right away and come back soon." then she turned back and told the stream to take care of Wenyi, went to the kitchen to tell the mammy who cooked porridge for Wenyi, and went out.

In the evening, entrusted by Wen Yi, Xiaoju went to find song Yunqian. She wrote a piece of paper and asked Xiaoju to take it. She knew that he would come after reading the paper.

Sure enough, song Yunqian looked at the paper and followed Xiao Ju.

When he came to Zhiyi Pavilion, Wen Yi had leaned diagonally against the long couch. The powder puff on his face was very thick. He put on rouge, drew eyebrows and put on lipstick. People looked much more energetic.

She smiled and said, "the Lord is coming!" this man, who she liked but could never get, sat quietly three feet away from her. Without a wheelchair, he still sat on the padded chair prepared for him by Yang luofan. With a cold expression on his face, he looked at her coldly, "it seems that your spirit is good!"

"With the care of a miracle doctor and a royal doctor, I'm naturally fine." Wen Yi leaned on the couch with a lazy expression on his face.

"ZHUGE Ming said you were very bad. Now I see that you are very good." he spoke in a heavy tone with a strong irony. Why can't he hear the warm meaning? She felt very uncomfortable and hurt faintly. In his heart, he probably didn't expect her to get better. Yes, it's good that she died. When she died, Ke'er's revenge was avenged, and he did as he wished.

And she's not far from death. She even felt that her soul had begun to separate from the body slowly, but she didn't know where she would go this time. If you can, send her back to Hyundai. She wants to see her parents again.

"Doctor Zhuge exaggerates. I'm actually much better. I can get out of bed in a few days." Wen Yi said.

Song Yunqian said coldly, "you are not good. It has nothing to do with the king."

In the end, she was not used to him talking to her so coldly. She looked at him quietly, her face was very gentle, and asked softly, "you must resent me in your heart?"

Song Yunqian sneered, "resentment? Why do you hate you? The king has no love or hatred for you."

Wen Yi gave a sound and murmured, "no love, no hate, so even if I die, you won't be sad."

Song Yunqian said coldly, "if you die, the king will feel very relieved." he didn't want to say such cruel words, because his heart didn't think so. But when facing her, he still couldn't be indifferent, especially remembering that she hurt herself with a needle. She was challenging his limits.

The bottom of Wenyi's heart was in a mess. His eyes were as cold as ice. She couldn't feel the temperature.

She whispered, "can you let them out? I have something to say to you."

Song Yunqian waved to them to go out.

But Wen Yi looked up and said to the little chrysanthemum at the door, "serve tea to the Lord."

Xiaoju answered and moved her feet to bring tea. She calmed her mind, put the tea cup in front of song Yunqian and said, "please use tea, Lord." then she withdrew and closed the door.

Song Yunqian frowned and said, "did you hurt Ke'er?" he saw a sentence written on the paper Wen Yi gave her, saying that she knew who hurt Ke'er. She knew song Yunqian would come back and ask.

Wen Yi said, "Lord, why don't you have a cup of tea and listen to me quietly."

Song Yunqian impatiently picked up his tea cup and took a sip. He said angrily, "if you don't say it, the king will leave immediately."

Wen Yi stared at him and dared not move casually. She was afraid of wasting her strength. She didn't have the strength to apply the needle for a while. Even her voice was so soft that people felt pity. "Ke'er didn't push Yang Luoyi down the lake, I'm sure!" Yang Luoyi's memory remained in her mind, so she knew that Yang Luoyi had not hurt Ke'er. But she didn't know who pushed Ke'er down the lake. She used such an excuse just to deceive him.

Song Yunqian said coldly, "you can't say this a hundred times. You say you know who pushed Ke'er down the lake. Who is it?"

His face was particularly cold under the soft candlelight, and her eyes were like a deep pool or two. She tried to explore, but she couldn't see what emotion was in his eyes. Handsome face with disgust and impatience, there is a trace of disappointment that even she can detect.

He was disappointed in her, and she was not disappointed or even desperate with him?

Wen Yi said quietly, "Lord, I'm sorry I lied to you. I don't know who pushed Ke'er down the lake."

Song Yunqian took a cold breath, and his anger quickly gathered on his eyebrows. He said angrily, "you deliberately deceived the king?"

Wen Yi smiled bitterly and said, "yes, I know it's not like that. The Lord won't come."

Song Yunqian was about to get angry. He suddenly felt dizzy. He realized something. He immediately knocked over the teacup in front of him and said angrily, "you take the medicine?" he shook his head and fought with his kung fu. However, the overpowering medicine was prepared by Wen Yi, which was learned from the hundred poisons given to her by Zhuge Ming. Therefore, although he had deep internal power, he couldn't resist the medicine hitting his head in the end, and his eyes were black, He fainted.

Wenyi's body tilted. After holding on for so long, her strength was almost exhausted.

She came down from her bed and could hardly walk. When she came to him, she picked up a pair of scissors and cut his clothes. She really didn't have the strength to take off his clothes for him, let alone drag him to bed.

She knew he had great skills and would wake up soon. She didn't have much time.

She whispered, "I know it's difficult for you to believe me now, so I choose this way. I hope you don't blame me."

She took out the needle, took a deep breath and got rid of the dizziness that poured up layer by layer. She wanted to stabilize herself and couldn't shake her hand. Therefore, she stabbed four needles at her Baihui Point to lock a breath for him.

Just so forcibly force their own body, the consequences will be very bad, she knows, but she can't care. Even the immortal said that she probably couldn't get past it. At least she had to save him before she died.

She gave the needle quickly and accurately, which was due to her diligence in the past and her familiarity with the meridians with her own body.

The needle will stay in his body for about a quarter of an hour, but she can't support it, but it doesn't matter. As long as his blood is connected, his internal power will automatically rush away the needle.

She fell on his chest and no longer moved her body. Listening to his heartbeat, her tears couldn't stop flowing. She knew her time had come. She wasn't greedy. She wanted this moment of quiet tenderness. In the future, she won't feel heartache anymore. It's ok who he is with. She can't see it anymore.

It's good to have Yang luofan around him. At least she really loves him. And she, a wandering soul of time and space, crossed over and met him in a beautiful and painful encounter. She thanked the God who existed in the dark. He made him live for a long time and met a man with a bad temper and who was not very good to her.

"You are really bad to me, but I still like you..." Wen Yi gasped and said hard, "I like you to call me Wen Yi, but I am not a plague to you, but you are really a plague to me. The name of this plague... Is probably called love!"

She remembered the sweetness and happiness when he kissed her. They also had sweet times when they didn't quarrel. She propped herself up with all her strength and stamped it heavily on his lips.

Song Yunqian's medicine has slowly retreated. He slowly opened his eyes, but found that his lips were sealed by her cold lips. A shining memory suddenly filled his mind. He was drugged by her for the first time. Rage surged into her heart. She used this indiscriminate means again? When he realized that his clothes were almost gone, he couldn't control his anger. He kicked the woman who fluctuated on him. She flew out like a piece of dirt and hit the wall to the ground.

Blood gushed from the corners of her mouth. She lay on the ground and watched him jump up. There was a smile and a proud smile in the corners of her mouth, like a gynecologist's proud and sweet smile when he saw the baby delivered by himself.