Your Majesty, I'll Not Be With You

The thin figure kneels on the ground, there is no light in the room, only a faint outline can be seen, as if there is only a lonely figure left between heaven and earth.

The voice did not speak again, Feng ran Chen raised her hand to wipe the tears on her face, and slowly stood up with a bitter smile. As expected, she really had no use value.

"Don't you want to avenge yourself?" Not waiting for Phoenix dye dust to stand firm, the voice spoke again.

Revenge? Feng ranchen closes her eyes and remembers the way her family members abandoned her in her dream, her sister's smile with pride, and the inhuman treatment she received during this period. Feng ranchen clenches her fist tightly. Yes, she wants revenge. Why do these people live so natural and unrestrained now, and why only she bears this kind of pain.

"Have you thought it out?" The voice with a trace of bewitchment, seems to be aware of Feng ranchen shaking mind, continue to say: "you have to think clearly, I let you do things, do not do well, but will lose your life."

Feng ran dust opened her eyes. In those bright eyes, it was hatred at the moment. She put her fist hand to her lips and said with a low smile, "naturally, I think clearly. As long as I can get revenge and pay for my life, then what will happen?"

"He is a wise man indeed. A figure slowly revealed, because the night was thick, so Feng ranchen could not see what he looked like, only vaguely recognized that he was a slender man.

"Hold out your hand." The man's voice has a little ethereal meaning. Even if he is standing very close to Feng ranchen, Feng ranchen still can't see his face clearly. Even the voice seems to be coming from afar, but it is clear to the ear.

Feng ran Chen didn't know why, but she stretched out her hand.

"Hiss." Feng ranchen couldn't help but murmured. A cut was made on her wrist, and the blood slowly flowed out. But to Feng ranchen's surprise, the blood didn't drop down, but connected into a line, slowly drifting towards the direction of the mysterious man.

Phoenix dye dust can not hide the surprise in the eyes, this is absolutely very human can do things.

The man did not know, take out a thing will flow out of the blood all count, and then raised his hand a wave, instantly disappeared.

"With your blood, maybe my food will arrive soon."

Feng ranchen raised her hand to cover her wrist, which was no longer bleeding. The man in front of her had disappeared. However, Feng ranchen could not recover from the scene she had just seen.

What do you want to do with her blood?

Feng ran dust walked to the door and closed the open door slowly. He pulled a piece of cloth, wrapped his wrists, took off his clothes and lay down on the bed.

Anyway, she has lost enough blood. Feng ran Chen turned over and closed her sour eyes. She didn't want to think about it any more. She took a step and looked at it.

Feng ranchen didn't know that she had been sleeping for four days.

"Mr. Yuan, this is the fourth day." Zhao Yuquan looks at Yuan Yi, whose face is as usual, and his tone is cold.

That day, red sleeve fed Feng ran Chen to drink medicine and left. The next morning, tea originally planned to serve Feng ran Chen up, but unexpectedly, Feng ran Chen didn't feel any sense. Tea immediately flustered God, and hurried to report to Zhao Yuqu.

Zhao Yujun patted the table, although his face was full of anger, but if someone looked at it carefully, Zhao Yujun's eyes were completely calm, without any fluctuations.

"Find someone to invite Mr. Yuan."

Yuan Yi was woken up early in the morning. When she learned that it was because Feng ran Chen was in a coma, she was puzzled. He was sure that there was no problem with the medicine. It could have been someone's Secret hand.

Yuan Yi did not dare to think much about it. After wearing it, he rushed to the courtyard where Feng ran the dust.

Because Yuanyi's yard is very close to Su Qinghe's, after such a toss, Su Qinghe also wakes up. After all, Yuan Yi was brought to Zhao's house. If Yuan Yi gets into any trouble, he can't be brother-in-law with Zhao Yuquan.

When Xiaoyu arrived, what she saw was the ruddy Phoenix dye dust lying on the bed. If she didn't wake up, ordinary people would think Feng ran Chen was just sleeping.

Zhao Yuqu, with a gloomy face, sat on a chair not far from the bed. He was not even polite. He asked directly, "do you have any explanation for this situation?"

Facing Zhao Yuqu's question, Xiaoyu's face does not change. She calmly steps forward to check Feng's state of dye dust.

After seeing it clearly, Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, turned her head, and explained to Zhao Yuju: "this is a normal response to the drug effect, so you don't have to worry about it."

Hearing Zhao Yuqin say so, Su Qinghe also put his heart down.

"So young master yuan has a plan in mind." Zhao Yuqu is still frowning. "Is it difficult? Since then, the second young grandmother has been sleeping like this?"

"I don't think so. I'll take the medicine again. There are two days left." Yuan Yi said as he took out another piece of paper from his sleeve. "When the two drugs are finished, this is the last one.""Since Mr. Yuan is so sure, I'm relieved. I hope we can see a good result then." Zhao Yujun motioned, the servant around him put the prescription away, arched in the direction of Yuanyi and left.

Su Qinghe patted his chest in fear, looked at Yuan Yi and said, "you are really scared to death."

Yuan Yi didn't answer, but his eyes had never left Feng ranchen. As far as he knew, his efficacy should not have had such an effect so quickly. However, no matter how he looked at it, he could not see what happened to Feng ranchen. He had to continue using the original prescription.

The original fengran dust should be taken three times, the body will enter a short sleep, in order to restore the body, and then the role of the last medication is to remove all impurities in the body.

But Feng ran Chen was already dormant on the first day. Although it was not harmful to the body, Yuan Yi could not find out the reason. Had to see the move, wait for Feng dye dust to take all the medicine, then look at the final situation.

The three days were long and short, and the time was short. After taking the last medicine, Feng ran Chen still didn't wake up.

A group of people are all around Feng ranchen's room, waiting for Yuan Yi's diagnosis.

Yuan Yi reaches out to touch the wrist of Feng ran dust, and his pulse is smooth. After thinking for a moment, Yuan Yi took out the prepared silver needle and slowly pricked it to an acupoint of Feng ranchen.