Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

After hearing this, Qingyun frowned, his eyes were filled with sharp edges, and they were cold and gloomy.

After leaving Liang State, they went to Yongping County in Beisha County, firstly to visit Su Zihan and Bingying, and secondly to review the Shenrui Camp and Lanyunqi.

In less than a year, Yongping County, which was originally poor and riddled with bandits, has become full of vitality. Banditry has almost been eliminated, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. She is also glad that Su Zihan has lived up to the trust and expectations of her father and her.

But before leaving, Bingying looked at her with a complicated look, as if she was hesitant to speak. At that time, she thought it was a rare get-together for the two of them, and Bingying was reluctant to let her go. Now that she thinks about it, Bingying must have heard what she heard. There was some rumor, but for some reason it was not stated clearly.

She was careless and didn't think carefully about the hidden meaning behind Bingying's unusual behavior, so she missed the opportunity and endangered her father and the others.

"Why didn't you report it to me in time?"

"Miss Qiao said it was just a suspicion and there was no conclusive evidence. She was worried that the princess would be anxious, and she was also afraid that if it were revealed, it would cause panic in the government and the public."

Knowing that Bingying's concerns were based on emotion rather than reason, after all, the crime of talking about government affairs was unpardonable, Qingyun couldn't say anything: "Since you got the specific information three days ago, why did you conceal it and not report it?"

No wonder she has been having nightmares these past few days. She always dreams about her father and all her relatives covered in blood, being killed, burned, or pierced by thousands of arrows. This is obviously an omen.

Murong Qingyi said that her father had been infected with Wangyousan more than three months ago, and he had been wearing a blood jade fused with her blood. If her father was in danger, she should have sensed it, but she didn't do it at all. Induction, what on earth is going on?

"This slave (minor) (subordinate) deserves to be punished by the princess (nine princesses) (master)!" Everyone apologized one after another.

"Punish? By punishing you, can it be treated as if it didn't happen? By punishing you, can my father and the others be safe in advance? By punishing you, can all the subjects be spared from disaster? Ahem... ..”

Qingyun was angry at everyone's concealment, and regretted her own negligence. She was so out of breath that she coughed violently, and her pale face turned unusually flushed.

He stretched out his hand and patted Qingyun's back to calm her down. At the same time, he took out the brocade handkerchief and handed it to her. Mo Xuan was heartbroken: "Xi Yan, calm down, your health is important."

Turning sideways to avoid Mo Xuan's touch, and waving the brocade handkerchief away from his hand, Qingyun resisted the rush of sweetness rising up in her throat, her eyes as deep as the abyss stared at him for a moment, He said word by word: "You have already known about this matter?"

"Yes!" Pain came from his hand, and Mo Xuan's expression froze. He looked at Qingyun, whose face was as cold as frost, with a look of sadness in his eyebrows, and a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

"Sure enough, you already knew this! Hahaha..." Qingyun laughed angrily.

Before, she had vowed to Murong Qingyi that Gu Qinglian's tragedy would never happen again, but she didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, she would make the same mistake again.

In her previous life, she was obsessed with Sima Chun, but ended up in such a tragic ending. In this life, she finally put aside her heart and wanted to stay with Mo Xuan for the rest of her life, but what she got in exchange was deception.

What is this? Retribution given to her by God? Or is it a cycle of cause and effect?

The smile that suppressed pain and determination made everyone tremble with fear. Mo Xuan felt his mind go blank and his heart ached unbearably. He opened his mouth eager to explain, but Qingyun had already asked sternly: "You promised I want to be honest with you, but what’s the result? You know that your father and all your relatives are a thousand times more important than my life, and you know that your father and all your relatives have suffered life and death disasters, but you deliberately hide it from me! You go, I I never want to see you again!"

After saying that, Qingyun could no longer suppress the backflow of energy and blood all over her body. She spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood, her vision went black, and she fell straight to the ground.

"Xi Yan (Princess) (Master) (Ninth Princess)!"

Everyone's expressions suddenly changed. Everyone wanted to catch her, but a faster figure hugged her falling body the moment she landed.

Mo Xuan lowered his head and looked at the one he loved in his arms, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale and colorless, his whole body was trembling instinctively and gradually becoming cold, as fragile as a fragile porcelain doll, which would disappear when the wind blows, leaving him forever. , once you leave this world, no one can keep you.

The blood that kept flowing from the corner of her mouth seemed to come from Mo Xuan's heart, and he was suddenly filled with fear and fear. He was not even afraid of his own death, but was only afraid of her leaving him.

At this moment, Mo Xuan's heart felt like it was being tortured, as if he wanted to die in pain before he could give up.

"Brother Mo Xian..."

Seeing Mo Xuan's usually calm face full of sorrow and pain, and his pair of black eyes as scarlet as red, not to mention his heart, Nangong Junfei, who knew his affection for the Ninth Princess, didn't want to disturb him at all, but he couldn't wait to save the Ninth Princess, so he reminded him softly. : "Hurry up and treat the Ninth Princess, we will talk about other things later!"

As if he was enlightened, Mo Xuan suddenly came back to his senses, and hurriedly walked to the bed with Qingyun in his arms, gently placed her on the bed, and said at the same time: "Xiyan's qi and blood reflux caused cold poison, Master Mingyin , Taoist Master Pushan, please let the two of you use your martial arts to guide Xiyan's internal energy to protect her heart pulse. I will use golden needles to relieve her cold poison; Wuying, make a decoction according to the previous recipe; Lou Haiyang , Yu Peiyao, led the people to guard around the inn; as for stabilizing the situation in Xinggu County, Pavilion Master Laoye and Brother Nangong will assist Master Zhang and General Liao!"

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison, and then they all performed their duties.

Mo Xuan said to Lan Jue again: "Lan Jue, help Xiyan sit up!"

Lan Jue then hurriedly walked to the bed and carefully helped Qingyun up. Master Mingyin and Taoist Master Pushan immediately sat cross-legged behind Qingyun, placing their palms on her back and shoulder blades, and their strong internal energy was continuously input into her body.

Mo Xuan sat in front of Qingyun, took out the golden needles he carried with him, pierced the main acupuncture points on her body one by one, and slowly twisted them.

Qingyun, who was in a coma, felt as if he was in a thousand-year cold pool. The cold and severe pain spread all over his body instantly. Every inch of his skin and every bone was in extreme pain. Then, two streams of heat slowly poured into his body. Cold and hot, as if there are two worlds of ice and fire, I couldn't help frowning and humming softly, my voice was suppressed, but my eyes were still closed.

"Um......"

Hearing Qingyun's snort, the expressions of Master Mingyin, Taoist Master Pushan, and Lan Jue changed. However, it was a critical moment and it was not convenient for the three of them to ask.

Master Mingyin and Taoist Master Pushan still focused on inputting their internal energy to protect Qingyun's heart veins, and at the same time slowly guided her internal energy to suppress the surging cold air.

While Mo Xuan was using the golden needle technique and feeling Qingyun's pulse, he was shocked to realize that her cold poison had shown signs of attack, more than once. He was shocked and annoyed at the same time. He was shocked that her cold poison had become so... She was in danger, and she was annoyed that she was suffering from cold poison but he was not by her side and didn't know anything about it.

About three hours later, the cold poison in Qingyun's body gradually subsided, and his breathing became steady and even, but his eyes were still closed and there was no sign of waking up.

Master Mingyin and Pu Shandao breathed a long sigh of relief, and then realized that sweat had already soaked through their clothes, and even fine cold sweat oozed from their foreheads.

Withdrawing the golden needle, he gently helped Qingyun lie down on the bed, and carefully checked her pulse to make sure she was fine. Mo Xuan thanked Master Mingyin and Taoist Master Pushan, told them to go back to their room to rest, and ordered Lan Jue to bring hot water. Instructing Lan Jue to step back and close the door tightly, he gently took off Qingyun's sweat-soaked clothes, wrung out the cloth soaked in hot water and wiped her body gently, then put on clean clothes and covered her with a quilt. , just now he called Wuying in.

Taking the soup that Wuying had warmed several times, he waved Wuying to retreat. Then he returned to the bed and sat down. He helped the weak Qingyun to lean on his arms. Mo Xuan held the soup bowl in one hand and the other. He picked up a small spoon, scooped up the decoction, put it to his lips and blew on it until he felt the temperature was right, then he carefully fed Qingyun and drank it.

Putting the empty soup bowl on the wooden table next to him, Mo Xuan carefully helped Qingyun lie back on the bed, then lay on his side next to her, pulled the quilt to cover the two of them, and hugged each other tightly with their arms under the quilt. She took her into her arms and buried her head in her ear. Her voice was hoarse but full of regretless affection: "Xi Yan, sleep well. When you wake up, we will face it together!"

Mo Xuan's energy, which he stayed up all day and night without eating or drinking, and devoted all his efforts to save his lover, had already reached its limit. At this moment, his lover was safe and sound, so he naturally relaxed physically and mentally, and fell into a deep sleep with his lover.

I thought that Qingyun's cold poison had subsided and he would wake up soon, but unexpectedly, there was still no sign of waking up after a night passed. Mo Xuan's pulse showed no abnormality. Everyone only thought that Qingyun was so angry that he hurt his body. Moreover, the attack of cold poison was so fierce this time, so they should take more rest. Although they were worried about Qingyun, everyone didn't think much about it and performed their duties individually.

Unexpectedly, three days and three nights passed and Qingyun still didn't wake up. Now everyone panicked and rushed to Qingyun's room.

Looking at Qingyun lying quietly on the bed, her eyes were closed tightly, her face was so pale that there was no trace of blood. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of her chest, people would think that she was dead, as if someone was pulling everyone's eyes hard with their hands. The heart is normal, aching and anxious.

"Master Mo, how come the princess hasn't woken up yet?" The purple-clothed guards and secret guards headed by Lan Jue were all anxious, and even more worried.

Holding Qingyun's hand tightly with both hands, he put it to his lips. The ink was as red as red, and his heart was already numb and hollow with pain. His life seemed to have come to an end. In response to Lan Jue's inquiry, everyone's expectant and anxious eyes seemed to turn a deaf ear. Turn a blind eye.

Looking at Qingyun who was sleeping peacefully, and then at Mo Xuan who had not slept for three days and two nights, had not eaten or drank a sip of water, and looked as haggard and sad as an old man, Master Mingyin clasped his hands together and recited. A sound of Buddha's name invited everyone to leave the room and close the door tightly.

In the room, Mo Xuan kissed Qingyun's hand over and over again, and a voice full of grief and regret echoed in the room.