After forcibly taking the blood of the sick and delicate prince to continue his life

Chapter 22 No Good Death

Author: Yu Yuan Guiyu

Chapter 22 No Good Death

"Then how do you explain that you and Yue Huan fell off the cliff together, Huan'er disappeared, but you were hiding in the cave in the middle of the cliff?"

Yue Jue asked the question in his heart. He always felt that the timing of Jiang Qi's appearance was too deliberate, as if he was waiting for him there on purpose.

When he was hanging on the cliff, he saw too many caves, which were winding, rugged, and stretched far and wide. If he deliberately wanted to hide in them, he might not be able to find any traces.

"Hide?" Jiang Qi's delicate eyebrows were slightly raised, staring at Yue Jue: "The prince thinks that how can I climb the cliff in the ice and snow without the strength to restrain a chicken? Or how can I cross the frozen snow to get to the bottom of the cliff?

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Anyone with a sound mind would go in to avoid the wind and snow when they see a cave, right?

What's more, he did it on purpose.

If Yue Jue hadn't arrived just in time, how could he have pretended to jump off the cliff in search of an opportunity.

"Yeah?"

Jiang Qi's words seemed reasonable, but Yue Jue's eyes were even more suspicious.

He still remembered that when he found Jiang Qi, he was lazily warming up the fire, without any embarrassment or panic about being trapped here.

What's even more suspicious is that there aren't any scars on his body.

"Prince Jiang Qi doesn't seem to know martial arts, right? Then how did he keep himself unharmed when he fell off the cliff?"

Even though he was fully prepared, he was scratched in many places and his clothes became tattered.

Jiang Qi was slightly startled, but it was because he was negligent.

Yue Huan's sword fell off the cliff, and there was no chance of survival.

If Yue Huan died, Emperor Ming would not be able to let him go back to Zhou Dynasty safely.

He needs a bargaining chip, and Yue Huan's body is his bargaining chip.

Unexpectedly, the woman seemed to disappear out of thin air, and he followed Yue Huan down the river without finding her body.

Yue Jue led his troops to search endlessly, but could not find it.

When he noticed that Yue Jue and others were approaching, it was already too late to put on more disguises.

"Probably because he has rough skin and thick flesh."

Jiang Qi looked at Yue Jue with a mocking look on his face, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince, should know what I am doing in the palace, right?"

What kind of rough and tiring work has he not done?

What prince?

He is not even as good as a higher-level slave!

Yue Jue frowned. No matter how slow he was, he knew that Jiang Qi was deliberately uncooperative.

There are too many doubts about this person, and it seems that this prince is not as simple as he appears.

"Oh, you are thick-skinned and thick-skinned?" Emperor Ming, who had been silent for a long time while sitting on the dragon chair, stared at Jiang Qi and said quietly: "I want to see if you are really thick-skinned and thick-skinned!"

"Here comes someone! Drag him down and beat him hard!"

Emperor Ming was already very angry. His Yue Huan's whereabouts were unknown, so how could he tolerate Jiang Qi's wanton teasing and teasing.

"Father, no!" Yue Jue hurriedly stopped him. After all, Jiang Qi is the prince of the same country, and he is far away from Qingshan. If he is seriously injured and not treated in time, it may cause trouble for both countries!

How could Emperor Ming listen to the dissuasion? Keeping Jiang Qi alive was just to provide blood to Yue Huan. He was not afraid of the so-called Prince Zhou!

"Your Majesty, please step back. I will definitely break his strong bones today!"

Break his bones?

Jiang Qi's sparse eyebrows were as cold as ice blades. He looked coldly at Emperor Ming's vicious curse: "You are so cruel and stupid, and all retribution will be returned to Yue Huan!"

"Unbridled!" Emperor Ming casually picked up the inkstone on the table and threw it towards Jiang Qi, his eyes red with anger!

Although Yue Jue was angry, he was shocked by the hatred in Jiang Qi's eyes, the hatred for Yue Huan, and the hatred for Yuezhi.

Jiang Qi smiled under Emperor Ming's anger and said firmly: "Yue Huan will definitely die a bad death!"

It's probably true that the gods all favored Jiang Qi, and Yan Qi at this time was indeed worse off than dead.

The pain was like bone shattering, affecting the wound on the chest, as if millions of hands were tearing and biting!

"Uh-huh!"

Yan Qi screamed in pain, curled up and rolled on the bed, unable to do anything.

Medicine! Her medicine!

Yan Qi's hands were randomly searching for the medicine Canglan had given her, but they were all empty wherever they came.

She suddenly remembered that she had not taken it with her when she went hunting.

Aha!

The pain in his chest became even worse. Yan Qi covered his heart fiercely, wishing he could carve it out with his own hands!

Wen Mo, who was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep, heard something strange in the room next door, so he got up and ran to Yan Qi's room.

When he opened the door and saw Yan Qi writhing in pain, he was shocked: "Qiqi, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Mo brushed away the wet hair from Yan Qi's face and patted her pale face that was confused by pain: "Qiqi, can you hear me?"

Yan Qi felt the familiar breath go into Wen Mo's palm, stretched out his hand to grasp his sleeve tightly, and said unconsciously: "Wen Mo, I feel pain."

Wen Mo looked at Yan Qi's bloody fingers, lifted the quilt and looked at her chest. The wound was indeed open.

But if the wound was just a split, she definitely wouldn't be in such pain!

Wen Mo grabbed Yan Qi's wrist with a solemn expression and took her pulse.

——It’s a fallen soul!

Wen Mo looked deeply at Yan Qi, who is she?

And why is there a fallen soul in the body?

But her poison is a little weird.

A person who has fallen into a fallen spirit will definitely not survive more than half a month.

Her pulse showed that she was infected with a fallen soul, but the poison seemed to be diluted a lot, allowing her to survive well.

No!

It's not that good.

Her body has been eroded by fallen souls for many years, and is approaching its limit.

She was able to live for so many more years, probably because a powerful and famous doctor kept her alive, otherwise she would have become a pile of withered bones.

Wen Mo quickly took out a white porcelain bottle from the medicine box, poured out a black pill and fed it to Yan Qi.

This is just an ordinary analgesic pill. Ordinary analgesic pills have no effect on fallen souls.

But coupled with his unique silver acupuncture method, it can effectively calm the pain.

Wen Mo took out the silver needle from the side and inserted the needle quickly and smoothly on several special acupuncture points.

Sure enough, Yan Qi's frowning eyebrows relaxed a little visibly.

Wen Mo's anxious heart also calmed down a little.

Fortunately, fortunately it worked for her.

He fetched clean water and carefully scrubbed Yan Qi's pale face.

He re-bandaged the split wound on her chest.

After doing all this, Wen Mo stayed motionless in front of the bed the whole night, always paying attention to Yan Qi's reaction.

The warm sun is in the sky and birds are chirping on the branches.

Yan Qi woke up leisurely, and the restraints on her palms attracted all her attention.

It's Wen Mo.

His hand held hers tightly, and she slept very uneasily.

Fragmented memories of last night flooded into her mind, and Yan Qi knew clearly that her fallen spirit had struck.

The medicine Canglan gave her was forgotten in the camp.

It's been less than half a month since I last drank medicine, and the day to drink Jiang Qi's blood has long come.

So, how did Wen Mo suppress her poisonous hair?

She remembered that the last time she drank blood, she was not poisoned, but she was in a coma for three whole days.

"You're awake, do you still feel pain?" Just as she was thinking deeply, Wen Mo had already woken up.

The sleepy man subconsciously touched her forehead. Serious injuries may cause high fever.

The hand holding Yan Qi's palm clasped her wrist and checked her pulse.

Yan Qi did not resist. Anyway, her physical condition would have been thoroughly touched by Wen Mo.

"It's okay." Yan Qi's voice was a little hoarse. Her body still hurt, but it wasn't as severe as when the poison occurred.

Wen Mo nodded understandingly. He felt the same through his pulse. This was already the limit of what he could handle.

"Did I scare you last night?"

Yan Qi looked at Wen Mo apologetically, thinking that her poisonous hair would not be a good sight.

Wen Mo shook his head and let go of Yan Qi's wrist: "The poison you were poisoned... must be the fallen soul of Northern Qi."

(End of chapter)