The vicious villain is in luck again

The idea of ​​An Ran rising up was dismissed just like that.

It is a good thing that the luck is loose. She wants to know the answer and is not in a hurry now.

Everyone left one after another.

Ji Qinghan walked out in silence. Only at the end, he turned around and took another look.

An Ran, who had been staring at his back, didn't expect that he would turn around. Thinking of his loose luck, she smiled at him.

This was the first time An Ran showed such a soft smile to him in several months after the relationship between the two faded away.

But it was in this situation.

The pain in Ji Qinghan's heart became more intense, making him almost breathless.

Gu Chenyu led Imperial Physician Su to find Su Qinghe.

"What, she only has one year left to live?" Su Qinghe didn't expect this ending either.

Dr. Su burst into tears, "After all, it's me who can't bear this child, for not being able to come back early to protect her."

Gu Chenyu repeated to Su Qinghe the cause of the disease that Dr. Su told in the room.

Although Su Qinghe's medical skills were not as good as those of Su Manman and Dr. Su, they were not bad. She was suspicious, "Heart disease is indeed difficult to treat, but An Ran has been venting his emotions for many years. He is good at everything in food, clothing, housing and transportation, and he is also a martial arts practitioner.

How could you be defeated like this?"

She looked at Dr. Su who was crying and said, "I guess there is a more fundamental reason."

"What the third prince said is indeed a superficial reason. The root cause is that the poison in Ranran's body has not been completely suppressed."

"The poison destroyed parts of her body with each attack. Perhaps it was dissolved in human blood, and the magic medicine was not powerful enough to save her."

"The medicine is not powerful enough." Su Qinghe murmured to himself, thoughtfully.

Gu Chenyu also looked like he was thinking, obviously thinking about it with her.

After Dr. Su finished speaking, he hurriedly went to prepare medicine for An Ran and did not notice anything strange about the two of them.

"Mother," Gu Chenyu said, "If you combine half of the medicine in your body, the power of this medicine should be enough."

Su Qinghe shook his head, "Your blood and his blood are both as powerful as half a pill, how can they be combined?"

Gu Chenyu smiled warmly, "Then let the half of the medicine in our bodies be combined into one."

Although that smile was as gentle as the spring breeze blowing on the willows, it made Su Qinghe's heart tremble. She remembered what he did to Ji Qinghan last time and reminded him, "Yu'er, Gu Anjue has been looking for your faults and wants to punish you openly. You

Don't do anything crazy."

"The last time you sent someone to kill Ji Qinghan, you were able to alert the enemy. No matter how bad he was, he was still a hostage of the Ning Kingdom. If he really died in the Ying Kingdom, Gu Anjue would definitely pin the crime on you and deprive you of the right to inherit the throne.

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Facing Su Qinghe's worries, Gu Chenyu nodded gently, "My son, I have my own sense of proportion."

However, he could hardly wait any longer.

An Ran lay lazily on the bed, the charcoal fire in the house was burning brightly, and the heating made her drowsy.

Ling Dong came in with the medicine and saw her thick eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she was about to fall asleep.

"Princess." She touched An Ran's arm, "It's time to drink medicine."

An Ran's arms dropped down, and a shallow wrinkle formed between her eyebrows when she heard this, and then quickly disappeared, like a breeze blowing over the water, she muttered, "Can I not take the medicine?"

It's useless to drink it anyway.

Ling Dong patiently put the bowl aside, trying to hide her exposed arms under the quilt, and accidentally saw her wrists hidden under her sleeves.

She was stunned and unconsciously moved closer to see more carefully.

An Ran didn't hear the voices of the people around her, and felt a little uncomfortable for a moment. She turned around and saw that Lonicera was looking at her wrist with small flames.

She woke up a little, quickly pulled her hand away and shrank into the quilt.

An Ran coughed twice and said, "Bring the medicine over here."

Ling Dong's attention was immediately attracted to her, and he hurriedly went to bring the medicine.

After drinking a bowl of medicine, An Ran's entire face became distorted with pain.

Lonicera took out another small box, picked up a piece of candied fruit and fed it to An Ran's mouth.

The sweet and sour taste diluted the bitterness of the medicine. An Ran chewed it twice and frowned, "This dried fruit tastes really good."

She asked again, "Is it almost gone?"

Lonicera smiled and said, "The princess wants to eat, so why not? I'll go get more tomorrow."

She tucked An Ran's quilt, "It snowed heavily last night, with white snow and red plum blossoms. The scenery is just right. Princess, would you like to go out and enjoy the snow scenery?"

"I won't go." An Ran refused decisively, "It's cold."

"However, the princess has not gone out for a long time." Lonicera continued to persuade, "Mr. Su said that you should go out more and stay in bed all the time, which will make you weaker."

An Ran changed her position, turning her back to Lonicera, "Just let me rest in peace for the next few months."

I don't know which part of Lonicera's heart was touched by these words, and she immediately became silent.

She tidied up and left the room quietly.

An Ran raised his body half up, patted the empty space he had made, and said, "Come up here."

Tiandao jumped onto the bed lightly, "Nvgoose, I see you feel so bored."

"Yeah, it's very comfortable to lie down. I can't help but have nothing to do."

She stroked Tiandao's cat head and said, "I have only been bedridden for two months. How will I survive the next ten months?"

"If you're having a hard time, just go out and have a look." Tiandao asked, "Just now Honeysuckle said the snow scenery was beautiful."

"I find it annoying." An Ran scratched his little ears, "We can go out when it gets warmer in spring."

The two of them were speechless on the bed.

Tiandao was so scratched that he would fall asleep every time he closed his eyes.

"Why do you think Ji Qinghan's luck is blocked from us again?"

He was startled by the words that suddenly exploded in his ears, and his sleepiness disappeared.

Turning around, he saw An Ran lying on the side, with the words "puzzling" clearly written on his enlarged face.

"He has never seen me since that day when I vomited blood."

Tiandao turned his head and began to think, and said hesitantly: "Maybe he was too shocked at the time. He didn't expect that you could only live for one year. His hatred was much less, but more sympathy."

He rubbed An Ran's warm palm, "But then he calmed down, maybe he was still having fun in his heart."

"That's right." An Ran combed Tiandao's hair unconsciously, "I'm so sick now, there's no need for him to make fun of me anymore."

Tiandao nodded with deep understanding, "That's the truth."

"Xiaoran, are you asleep?" A voice outside the door asked softly.

"Aunt Zhao?"

An Ran and Tiandao looked at each other and said to the door: "Aunt Zhao, come in."

Zhao Luosu was alone, wrapped in a fox fur, and still looked radiant.

Seeing An Ran, she quickly walked to the bedside and touched An Ran's face, feeling heartbroken and said, "It's only been a few months, why are you so haggard?"

"Are you there?" An Ran held her body steady and let her touch her, "I just looked in the mirror this morning, but I just looked a little tired."

She held Zhao Luosu's hand and said, "Aunt Zhao, don't worry too much."

"How can you not worry?" Zhao Luosu sighed quietly.

She sat beside the bed, "In a few months, things will probably change in this palace."

An Ran immediately pricked up her ears, "What's going on?"

Zhao Luosu's beautiful brows and eyes rarely showed a hint of worry.

It was a confusion and worry that even she herself was not aware of.

An Ran took Zhao Luosu's hand and asked, "What happened?"

But no matter how she pressed, Zhao Luosu had no intention of letting go.

"Just stay and recuperate, and don't worry about anything else."

She stood up and was about to leave, but at last she seemed to think of something, "Xiaoran, remember to carry the dagger that Aunt Zhao gave you before."

In the side hall, Ji Qinghan read the note in his hand carefully under the candlelight.

Lonicera stood next to Baichuan and looked at his face

As usual, "Is everything going well?"

"Yeah." He crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the charcoal fire, and fiddled with it twice with an iron tong.

"Then when will you be able to return to China?" she asked excitedly.

Ji Qinghan put down the clip, took Baichuan's handkerchief to wipe his hands, glanced at Lonicera coldly, and said nothing.

Lonicera was extremely familiar with this look in his eyes and closed her mouth knowingly.

He threw the handkerchief back to Baichuan and sat aside, "Medi, has she finished eating?"

"Oh, yes." Lonicera remembered after being reminded, "Today the princess is still worried that it will be gone after eating."

"Baichuan." Ji Qinghan called.

Baichuan went to the side and took out a box for Lonicera.

Take a look at the brightly colored preserved fruits inside Honeysuckle, and you will see that they have been carefully prepared.

She was really curious, "Eighth Prince, you care about her so much, why don't you go see her?"

Ji Qinghan only looked at the charcoal fire, his eyes distant and motionless.

Liao Dong knew that Ji Qinghan had always been very tolerant towards Luo Anran. He rolled his eyes and said deliberately: "If you don't tell me, then I will have to ask the princess."

She was about to leave.

Ji Qinghan's voice came from behind, "She will be sure if I go."

Without any emotion she could recognize.

The meaning was too complicated and Lonicera didn't understand it. "What are you sure about?"

Ji Qinghan did not want to say any more, "Baichuan."

Baichuan responded, "Xiaoyan, I'm tired of the master, let's go."

Lonicera stood there and refused to move. Why, she couldn't know anything?

Baichuan couldn't be rough with her, so he could only poke her shoulder, "Let's go~"

There was a faint pleading in the words.

Lonicera shook her shoulders and saw that he was about to beg her, so she reluctantly walked out.

Baichuan followed him out and carefully closed the door.

Ling Dong walked away, and when she saw him following him, she asked, "When does the Eighth Prince plan to leave?"

"This..." Baichuan looked at her in embarrassment.

Lonicera stamped her feet, "I also have a role in delivering the news. Can't I still know about it?"

"You even hid the identity of the new secret sentry from me. Am I just going to deny your trust?"

"Don't think blindly." Baichuan said even more difficultly, "Master has his own considerations."

Ling Dong lowered his head, wiped his face with his sleeves, and then looked at Bai Chuan, "Are you really not willing to tell me?"

Her eyes were full of tears, she couldn't shed them, and she felt pitiful for a moment.

Baichuan felt that he couldn't think anymore. He looked at Lonicera one more time, and there were two villains tearing each other apart in his heart.

Lonicera turned her head away and cried out.

The faint sound of sobbing reached his ears, making his whole body feel like it was trapped in a net with hooks, making it itchy, painful and uncomfortable.

He gritted his teeth and turned around, "I guess in two or three months."

The crying behind him stopped immediately.

Lonicera grabbed his arm in surprise, "So fast?"

She said to herself, "I thought it would take him more than a year no matter what, but now it's less than a year."

Once you start talking, it's not that difficult to say it again.

Baichuan said, "The master originally planned to leave after a year, which would be safer. But for some reason, he accelerated all arrangements a few months ago, as if he was in a hurry to leave."

"But don't worry, I will stay for a while."

"Then." Lonicera said anxiously, "When he leaves, I have to return the skin to you."

Baichuan didn't expect to go around in circles. This was what she cared about most, and she couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

"Master, he has unrequited love, please be more considerate and considerate."

Ling Dong thought about the fault he had caused by talking too much, sighed with Bai Chuan, waved his hands and went back to the room.

The end of the year has arrived in the blink of an eye, the palace is bustling and bustling, and the Tonghua Palace is filled with a prosperous and festive atmosphere.

"Princess, are you going to the New Year's Eve banquet?" Nianqiu asked An Ran.