Spoil the world: Medical concubine wants to repudiate her husband

Song Yunqian looked at his legs in amazement. A great joy rushed to his heart. He stood up? Did he really stand up?

However, he soon knew what had happened, because there was a needle bag lying quietly on the ground, and his legs were also inserted with gold needles as thin as a hair, glittering in the candlelight.

He almost lost his voice and shouted. He rushed forward and hugged her. Her face was covered with blood. Her head hit the wall and knocked the scab wound. The blood covered her face and her body was so soft that he could hardly hold it. Fear filled his heart and enveloped him layer by layer. He remembered his vicious curse and wanted to kill himself with a knife. He shouted: "It's all right. I'll call Zhuge right away. You'll be all right." he hugged her tightly and shouted wildly, "come on, come on!"

When the door was opened, several people rushed in. Xiaoju and mammy also came in. Seeing this, they were so scared that their hands and feet were cold and confused.

In his panic, he didn't know who invited Zhuge Ming and the imperial doctor, or who cleaned the blood on Wen Yi's face. Song Yunqian felt that there were many people and his ears were very noisy. He just wanted to hold Wen Yi and didn't let go for a moment.

Zhuge Ming came forward to feel his pulse. Song Yunqian's flustered eyes found the focus. He looked at Zhuge Ming and asked, "give her medicine, give her a needle, there is a needle..." he looked flustered. The place where the needle bag had been cleaned up, and the needle bag was gone. He roared several times, "where's the needle bag? Take it, take it!"

Zhuge Ming looked at him with gloomy eyes and pain, "Qian, she can't do it. Don't bother her."

"Nonsense!" song Yunqian hugged Wen Yi and roared at Zhuge Ming. "What kind of doctor are you? Obviously, she's still breathing, but you said she can't, you, come here!" he roared at the trembling royal doctor.

The imperial doctor cautiously came forward to feel his pulse. As a result, his eyes faded inch by inch. Finally, his conclusion was the same as that of Zhuge Ming.

"Go away..." he roared, "little three, come into the palace and ask the imperial doctor to come out!"

Zhuge Ming said sadly, "Qian, talk to her!" it means that if you don't say it now, you won't have a chance to say it.

Zhuge Ming sent everyone out, leaving song Yunqian sitting on the bed with Wen Yi in his arms.

Wenyi was dying. Song Yunqian kicked her in the abdomen and hit her head against the wall. The wound on her leg was bleeding constantly. Her whole body was like the pain of being cut by a knife. She was shaking. Her whole body was cold and trembling, and even her lips trembled.

Her eyes have been gradually relaxed. There seems to be a vast grassland in front of her. The green is in line with the blue sky. The cotton like white clouds are long, and the sky is as blue as a piece of Silk Dyed by a skillful hand.

His tears fell on her cold cheeks and felt warm. She wanted to reach out to wipe away his tears and let him not cry. She had already died once, but now she died again, which was not worth his sorrow for her.

However, she could hardly lift it at one breath. There was no way to speak. There was fishy and sweet liquid pouring up her throat and overflowing from the corners of her mouth. She didn't know she had so much blood to flow for so long.

He kept wiping the blood from the corners of her mouth, shaking his hands, bent down and kissed her lips. He hated her and himself. At this moment, he knew that she really hurt herself, but not to fight for favor, but to heal his legs. When she was seriously injured, he never came to see her once.

He hated why she did this and risked his life. He would rather sit in a wheelchair all his life than die.

She gazed into his eyes and held her breath. One sentence was incomplete, "you... Remember, my name is... Wenyi..." she gasped, wet her hair, sweat and blood. His hand was on her forehead and trembled slightly.

He hurriedly and anxiously said, "I know, I always know." just when he was unconscious, he seemed to hear her say in his ear that she liked him and called her Wenyi. She said she liked him and she liked a plague. This plague is called love.

A magnolia like smile spread over the warm corners of her mouth. She almost collapsed, as if she had just been fished out of the water. She looked at him pale and pure. Her smile gradually became nihilistic, her eyes slowly closed and whispered: "well, I can go to the grassland to chase a teenager..."

Her head fell heavily from her arms.

The corners of her mouth still contained a tired smile, as if she really wanted to catch up with the youth.

His sad cry went through the clouds and went up to the sky, "warm meaning..."

Yang Luoyi has long died, and Wen Yi has long died. Now he is dead. I don't know whether it is Wen Yi or Yang Luoyi. No one knows, no one knows

On the day when Princess Yuhui Ning'an's Princess Yang Luoyi was buried, song Yunqian, Prince of Ning'an, held the princess's body and refused to be buried at any persuasion. He murmured, "she will wake up. She died in the mountains. In the end, she will wake up... None of you can touch her!"

He held her for three days and nights without eating anything or drinking a drop of water. He still stubbornly believed that she would wake up. Even if her body had become cold and stiff, he stubbornly believed.

Without any reason, he just couldn't bear to let her sleep in the cold coffin and bury her underground!

She told him a ghost story. She said there were ghosts in the world. He believed it. Therefore, he knew that even if she didn't wake up, her soul would come back.

He waited, waiting foolishly.

The emperor went out of the palace in person. Wen Yi died. He was also very sad. However, the prince should look like a prince and hold the body of the dead princess. She was not at ease when she went. What's that like?

Song Yunqian had never disobeyed his father in his life, but this time, even if the emperor personally went out of the palace to persuade, even scolded and ordered, he just didn't let go. He looked at the emperor with tired and desperate eyes and said frantically: "father, let the children and ministers fool around once, and the children and ministers don't want to let her go."

The emperor was slightly sullen and said, "you know it's nonsense? Luo Yi has left. Why bother you to make her restless?"

"I just want her to be restless. She knows I'm sad. She'll come back. Father, I killed her myself. She saved me and healed my feet, but I killed her. I don't owe her. I'll give her back in this life. Father, when she was in the mountains, she fell into the lake and died once in order to pick spiritual grass, but finally she came back to life. Let her slowly , she'll wake up again. "

The emperor said angrily, "nonsense! How can people be reborn after they die?" he stepped back and ordered the bodyguard behind him, "go and open the Lord and let the princess be buried."

The bodyguard was ordered and was about to come forward, but song Yunqian put a dagger around his neck and looked at the emperor. "Father, if you force your son again, your son will go with her."

The emperor looked at him in a daze. A corner of his heart suddenly softened. He also had such a beautiful era and got such a beautiful love. How can he not understand him?

He softened his tone and sighed, "son, you have made her uneasy before she was alive. Now that she is gone, won't you let her go well?"

The prince of Zhenguo also came. He almost lost the princess that day. He knew the despair. Therefore, seeing song Yunqian like this, he was also very sad. He came forward to hold song Yunqian's hand and said: "Look at her, the corners of her mouth are still smiling, which proves that she didn't blame you when she left. She tried the needle with her own body and knew something would happen, but she still did so. She wants you to be well. If you don't recover like this, won't you disappoint her?"

Song Yunqian's tears kept falling. He murmured, "I'd rather not stand up all my life. I don't want her to go. Brother Huang, I hate her so much. Why does she make such a decision?"

The king of the town felt sad for a while, and all he thought of was warm and brave. Such a good woman should be so thin-blooded. She has good medical skills, but she can't save herself. He said sadly: "brother Huang knows you're suffering, but brother Huang, she has her own way to go. You can love her or hate her. You can put it in your heart in the future, okay?"

Song Yunqian shook his head, "I can't do it."

The king of the town sighed and said, "well, don't blame the emperor brother!" he suddenly hit song Yunqian on the back of his head. Song Yunqian was shocked and angry, but he couldn't resist the darkness that came immediately.

The moment he fell to the ground, he had a clear despair. He would never see her again.

After he woke up, it was three days later. These three days, the Lord of Zhenyuan had him fed ecstasy to have a good sleep.

He shut himself in Zhiyi Pavilion, and no one was seen.

Half a month later, Yang Luoyi's father Hou ye came to the palace and song Yunqian came out to meet him.

When they met, they both felt as if they were separated from each other. The Marquis was much older, while song Yunqian was as haggard as a ghost. His beard was long, his clothes were wrinkled, his eye sockets were deep, and his whole face was sharp.

For the dead woman, they have the same pain.

The Marquis looked at him with pity in his eyes and said in a dumb voice, "when you are sad, you should always take care of your body."

Song Yunqian said well, lowered his head and didn't dare to look at the marquis. He blamed himself. He thought he killed Wen Yi.

The Marquis sighed and said, "in fact, Luo Yi left two months ago. We always know that the princess in the palace is not Luo Yi."

Song Yunqian suddenly looked up at the Marquis and asked, "what does your father-in-law mean?"

Lord Hou's eyes drifted away, and his face was deeply hurt. He slowly said: "Before you married Luo fan, Luo Yi came back and had a big quarrel with our couple. She said that we promised the marriage to force her to die. At that time, we thought she was just talking, but we didn't expect that she would die at that time. As a result, just two nights before you married, our couple just lay down and saw her back. She bowed to us and thanked us She left. I watched her float away and disappeared before my eyes. I knew that she was dead at that time. "

Song Yunqian was shocked, "then why don't you come to the palace immediately?"

Lord Hou's eyes were wet, blinked and said with a bitter smile, "where is the reason not to investigate? In fact, we have been paying attention to her all the time, and we also know that she has not been Luoyi for a long time. However, living in this world with her identity of Luoyi is also a comfort to our couple, so it has not been exposed."

Song Yunqian's heart set off a terrible wave, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

"My name is Wenyi!" her voice sounded in her ear.