Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

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.

"Xi Yan, I was wrong! I shouldn't have noticed that something was wrong and didn't tell you right away. I shouldn't have known that the emperor and the others were very important to you, but I shouldn't have chosen to do it because I was worried that your temporary anger would trigger an attack of cold poison. Conceal it! I really know I was wrong. I don’t expect to ask for your forgiveness. I just ask you to wake up quickly. No matter you hit me or scold me, I will accept it willingly! Xiyan, please wake up quickly. Bar!"

"Xiyan, I know I hurt you deeply. You can punish me however you want. I just ask you not to ignore me. You can't let me go! How will I survive without you?"

"Xiyan, everyone is worried about you, especially Lan Jue and the others. Can you bear to have them die to apologize for their guilt and self-blame?

"Xiyan, now the emperor and the people you care about are not sure whether they are alive or dead, and you still need to rescue them. There is turmoil both inside and outside the court, and you still need to take charge of the overall situation to calm it down. Can you just bear to sleep on it and ignore it?"

"And Lin'er, you love him so much, can you bear to let him be tortured and tortured by traitors?"

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The low voice was hoarse and affectionate, and the whispers were full of regret and begging. Everyone outside the room felt sad and shed silent tears.

Lan Jue, Wuying and the secret guards all knelt at the door, their faces full of grief, self-blame, worry, and determination. If Qingyun could not wake up again, they would definitely do what Mo Xuan said, Apologize with death!

At this time, Qingyun was caught in the fog, surrounded by a thick white fog, making it difficult to see the front, let alone the way out.

"Xi Yan, my poor child..."

A gentle and soft voice came from afar, Qingyun asked eagerly: "Who are you?"

"We are your parents."

"Father? Mother?"

Two tall figures gradually appeared in the thick fog. The middle-aged woman had picturesque features and was extremely elegant. The man next to her looked the same as Emperor Huiwen. He was so handsome: "I'm sorry, my child. It's because my parents were selfish and didn't take care of me." Good on you, I have caused you to suffer so much!" His voice was full of guilt and helplessness.

He quickly ran forward and threw himself into the woman's arms, wanting to feel the maternal love he had never experienced before. Unexpectedly, Qingyun was surprised to find that his hands had actually passed through the woman's body and could not touch her at all. She couldn't help but become anxious and panicked. :"how so?"

"My child, we are separated from you by yin and yang, so of course you can't touch us!" the woman sighed.

"Yin*yang is separated?!" Bone-gnawing pain swept through Qingyun in an instant, and two lines of clear tears fell: "I only want you, I don't want yin*yang to be separated!"

"Seeing that Ling Feng and Leng Yi are taking good care of you, we feel relieved!" There was a hint of relief in the woman's warm smile.

"Ling Feng?"

Looking at the middle-aged man with the same appearance as his father, Qingyun seemed to have guessed something, but felt unbelievable. Just as he was about to ask, a loving and familiar voice came from his ears: "Jiu'er... ..."

Turning around following the voice, she saw her father and Uncle Leng not far away looking at her eagerly. All their relatives and friends stood beside them. Lin'er, who was in Concubine Yu's arms, had big dark eyes as bright as stars. Stretching out his chubby hands for her to hug, Qingyun's eyes felt hot, and her steps were windy as she stepped forward to take Lin'er.

Unexpectedly, a group of masked men in black suddenly descended from the sky, and the cold weapons in their hands mercilessly swung at my father, all his relatives, and friends.

For a moment, screams and sounds of fighting could be heard endlessly. In the blink of an eye, rivers of blood flowed and mountains of corpses became mountains.

In the distance, Sima Chun, Lin Bingquan and Lin Yufeng looked ferocious, laughing loudly and proudly.

Qingyun's heart ached, and she rushed forward like crazy to save her father and all her relatives and friends, but in vain. She watched helplessly as her father and all her relatives and friends were slaughtered, and she watched as black blood flowed from her parents' orifices. He died of poisoning. He watched helplessly as the traitors finally set fire to the body and destroyed all traces. He screamed in grief: "No! Don't! Don't..."

"My child, this place does not belong to you. Go back quickly and remember to live well!" My mother's instructions echoed in my ears over and over again.

"No! Don't go! Don't leave me!" Seeing all her relatives disappear without a trace, Qingyun knelt heavily on the ground, despair and pain filling her body and mind, tears streaming down her face: "Why? Why do you abandon me? ?Why don’t you all want me? Why?..."

Another day and night passed, and Qingyun still showed no sign of waking up, and mist and mist enveloped everyone's hearts.

In the closed room, Mo Xuan took good care of Qingyun, washing her face and body, feeding her ginseng soup, and talking to her heart to heart, affectionately and persistently, as if Qingyun had just fallen asleep and would wake up soon.

At midnight, everything was quiet, and the bright moonlight shone in through the open window, casting a light halo, like water, surrounding the two of them, hazy and warm.

Mo Xuan, who had often whispered to Qingyun, suddenly heard her sudden and heartbreaking questioning voice. His eyes lit up and he looked at his lover intently. However, he saw her eyelashes trembling slightly and tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes, so he became excited. And said softly: "Xiyan, are you awake?"

After a moment, Qingyun did open her eyes, but her eyes were blurred and her expression was blank.

Gradually, Qingyun's eyes became clear and clear, and she looked at the enlarged face in front of her. She was haggard and thin, with a pair of particularly protruding eyes, and a short black beard growing out of her chin. For a moment, she couldn't recognize who it was. : "Who are you?" My throat hurt slightly and my voice was hoarse.

"Xi Yan, you're awake!" Holding her hand tightly and pressing it against his cheek, feeling her warm and familiar temperature, Mo Xuan's tears that he had held back for a long time burst into his eyes, joyful and wild, as if the whole world suddenly became bright and brilliant, It seems that all the haze has disappeared: "Just wake up! Just wake up!"

"Chen... Mo Xuan?"

Looking at Mo Xuan, who had never been so decadent, Qingyun couldn't help but feel a little distressed. But thinking of his deception, thinking of her relatives and friends who were also far away from her in the dream, she couldn't help but harden her heart, break free from the hand held by him, and still The somewhat pale face was cold and indifferent, and the voice was dry and distant: "Why are you here? Where is Lan Jue?"

"Lan Jue and the others have been guarding you for four days and four nights. They are too tired. I asked them to rest."

Qingyun's indifference made Mo Xuan feel heartbroken and disappointed, but her finally waking up was more important than anything else.

As long as she lives well, he believes that one day he will enter her heart again and renew their relationship.

Unable to bear to see the deep affection and loneliness in Mo Xuan's eyes, Qingyun closed her eyes, with a calm expression showing a distant indifference: "I'm tired, you can go."

"Xiyan..."

"I don't want to see you, get out!"

Although Mo Xuan wanted to stay with her, but seeing that she was so determined and her body must be weak after just experiencing the cold poison torture that was worse than death, and that he concealed the important matter hurt her heart, so he endured the heartache and loss, and slowly

He stood up slowly, stared at her deeply for a moment, walked out of the room quietly and closed the door tightly.

Lan Jue and others, who still straightened their backs and were kneeling with their heads lowered outside the house, saw Mo Xuan coming out, and they all looked at him expectantly.

Looking up at the lonely moon in the dark night sky, Mo Xuan deliberately lowered his voice to be hoarse and ethereal: "She's awake. You go and prepare. We will leave for Beijing tomorrow."

Everyone was immediately overjoyed. Lan Jue and Wuying hugged each other with tears in their eyes. Even the usually strong purple guards and secret guards couldn't help crying silently.

The princess (master) (nine princesses) finally woke up, how wonderful it is!

Without waiting for Mo Xuan's instructions, Wu Ying wiped away her tears and took the people to tell others the good news in person, while Lan Jue led the people to prepare for returning to Beijing.

Soon, only Mo Xuan was left outside the house. The bright moon was shining lightly, the moonlight was as cold as frost, and he was as lonely as white snow. The night wind blew gently, making people feel desolate and desolate.

The hands behind his back were clenched into fists, and there were blood marks on the palms, but Mo Xuan seemed not to feel anything, just because the invisible wound in his heart had hurt his whole body. He suppressed the sweet taste in his throat and pulled the corners of his lips.

He gave a self-deprecating smile.

It's all his fault!

Separated by a door, Qingyun slowly sat up, leaning against the bed rail, turning her head to look at the cold moonlight outside the window, her eyes filled with pain that was too thick to be resolved.

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The next day, Qingyun made some arrangements, then quietly left Xinggu County with Lan Jue and others, and rushed to the capital without stopping.

She was originally desperate to return home, but she planned to ride a horse faster, but the cold poison attack this time was too dangerous and overbearing, and she was in a coma for five days and five nights, which almost damaged her foundation. Due to everyone's insistence, she could only ride a carriage.

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Looking at the secret report just sent by Yun Fei and Long Ying, Qing Yun's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, doubts flashing in his eyes.

The day after she woke up, she ordered Lan Jue to send a message to Yun Fei and Long Ying to report the situation in the capital, especially the news about their father and the emperor as quickly as possible. However, the secret report sent by the two of them avoided the important points and ignored the important matters.

Not a word was mentioned about the current situation of any of her relatives, and she always felt uneasy in her heart.

Handing the secret report to Lan Jue, he took a sip of the tea handed over by Wuying. Qingyun's dark pupils contained a frightening edge, and there was a cold air lingering around him. He accidentally saw Lan Jue hesitate to speak, and couldn't help frowning.

Pick: "What's the matter?"

The eyes that were as deep as ink swept over, like the vast ocean that can absorb people's souls. Lan Jue's heart was shocked, and he glanced at the silent dancing figure beside him, hesitating for a long time and then said: "Princess, Mr. Mo.

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"Don't mention him to me!" Coldly interrupting Lan Jue's unfinished words, Qingyun lowered her eyes and looked at the tea leaves gently stretching out in the tea cup, her tone was cold and cold: "He has nothing to do with me, and I will never have anything to do with him in the future.

The matter must not be mentioned in front of me!"

Lan Jue and Wuying looked at each other after hearing this, and then nodded slightly: "I obey the order!"