She put a small piece of the elixir into the snow water and stirred it to melt.

Qin Xuanling's poison was much more serious than the old lady's condition, so more dosage was needed.

The entire Wu Xuedan was consumed. The elixir had strong medicinal properties, so she took it in small amounts many times, and he endured the heart-breaking pain of having his liver cut open again and again. Fortunately, this was the last time.

"Open your mouth."

Yun Xihe brought the cup in his hand to his lips, and Qin Xuanling, who had just recovered from the torture, opened his mouth and drank the potion very obediently.

As soon as he took the potion, he frowned, but in the end he swallowed it obediently without wasting a drop.

She felt the pulsing pulse on his wrist, and the silver needle in her hand quickly penetrated the acupuncture point, sometimes lightly twisting, sometimes deeply.

Until she felt that the medicinal properties began to evaporate in his body, expelling the remaining toxins from his body bit by bit, she carefully placed fresh leeches on his back again.

The poison had been rampant in his body for many years, as if it had become spiritual. It amplified the pain of being stripped away to the point where it felt like every inch of muscle and bone was about to be crushed. Coupled with the extremely potent Wu Xuedan, Qin Xuanling

I just feel that even breathing is unbearable.

Seeing that despite being soothed by An Shenxiang, Yun Xihe could not help but frown.

Beads of sweat on his forehead fell one layer after another, and his thin lips were bitten hard by his teeth and were bleeding. Sometimes his slender fingers clenched into fists, and sometimes they tightly grasped the quilt under him.

Yun Xihe couldn't help but raise her delicate palms, wanting to gently pat his back to comfort him, but in the end she silently took it back.

Qin Xuanling, who was unconscious, suddenly muttered, "Uh...uh..."

"What?" Yun Xihe came back to his senses, quickly lowered his head and asked carefully, "What did you say?"

"pain......"

Qin Xuanling only felt as if he was trapped in a thick white mist. In the shadows, he smelled a fragrance that was so cool that it woke him up. He couldn't help but reach out and grab it.

His fingers reached behind her head, pressed the smooth black hair, tightened his arms, and led her towards him.

She couldn't dodge, and her lips met his by chance.

This was probably when he was at his most tender and affectionate, with those beautiful peach blossom eyes tightly closed, pious as if he were making a sacrifice.

Yun Xihe didn't know whether he forgot to push him away in surprise or something, but just stared blankly, taking in his handsome face with picturesque features bit by bit.

Qin Xuanling only felt that the cold breath he had dreamed of flowed into the tip of his nose bit by bit, but the pain of ripping his skin and flesh was overwhelming again. The two non-stop feelings tortured him so much that he couldn't help but start twitching again.

But the hand he held on to him unconsciously tightened and became harder and harder, as if he would rather endure the inhuman pain than let go of his god.

But Qin Xuanling did not press his lips against hers, sucking her breath greedily. Their breaths intertwined, and Yun Xihe immediately held his breath.

After a while, Yun Xihe finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned sideways to avoid his restraints, and let out a long breath.

His cheeks were slightly heated due to holding his breath, and a bright blush appeared quietly.

In the color of moonlight, a gentle breeze blew in from the half-opened window, causing her hair to move slightly.

She looked out the window, arranging her hair that was messed up by him as if nothing had happened.

He murmured, "I appreciate Qin Xuanling, I admire him, and I use him to his advantage. But I must never do anything to make him misunderstand. He is the patron saint of Dashun, and that's why I saved him.

.”

These words seemed to be spoken to oneself, and also seemed to be an oath to God.

——

It was a critical time for Yunxi to detoxify in Chunhe Courtyard, but little did he know that someone was about to die in Nuanying Courtyard.

"Wow!"

The vase on the table was smashed to the ground by Yun Ying'er angrily. "Here comes someone! What time has it been and no one has brought me food? Ah? Are the ladies in the kitchen dead?"

"

"Ouch, my Ying'er! What are you still making a fuss about? Can't you see this? Someone must have cut off our food!" Aunt Wang looked at Yun Ying'er with a tone of hatred.

"Who dares? I'm the second young lady of the General's Mansion! Who dares to deny me food? Since when did there be such a rule in the mansion?" Yun Ying'er was so angry that she was just banning her. This group of people see the wind.

How dare you treat her so harshly as a lowly slave girl at the helm.

Aunt Wang sighed speechlessly, this daughter is really a fool who fails to succeed but fails to succeed!

She had no choice but to talk to him carefully, "Ying'er, my aunt asked you to beg the old lady today, not to make you faint to death! Isn't it because of this that the family cut off the food in our courtyard?

Well?"

Seeing that she was uncomfortable, Aunt Wang also sighed. After all, it was the flesh that fell off her body, so how could she not feel distressed? But when she heard her saying such angry words, she could only sigh and comfort her, "Ying'er, for now

Just be patient and don’t forget our long-term plan!”

"Endure it? How long can you endure it? Auntie, I'm like mud in a stinky ditch now. Even being looked at by others makes me feel sick!"

Yun Ying'er tore off the disguise of the docile little sheep and began to go crazy, "When I sit in that position, I want the entire Yun family to die without a burial place!"

"Ying'er... please keep your voice down!" Aunt Wang looked at her in shock. Such a crazy Yun Ying'er was really scary.

"What are you afraid of?" Yun Ying'er snorted, looking at Aunt Wang with disdain, "Have you forgotten how you encouraged me last time when you gave me tobacco? Now you are pretending like this again

Who should I show it to?"

"Ying'er, my aunt is thinking about you." Aunt Wang saw that her daughter was indiscriminate, and a trace of heartache flashed across her face, "I am your biological mother, can I still harm you?"

"Humph!" Upon hearing this, Yun Ying'er raised her hand and smashed another vase.

She had a stern look on her face, "You still have the nerve to say, look what bad ideas you have given me? You asked me to cooperate with Prince Sheng, but in the end I lost my child with the prince! You asked me to smoke dirt for the prince,

I was beaten by my father again! Today you asked me to beg the old lady, but now it’s better, I can’t even eat!”

"...How can you say that to my mother?" Seeing her daughter being so unreasonable, Aunt Wang immediately began to blame her, "It's not all that Yun Xihe! Think about it for yourself, if it weren't for her

If you interfere with it, none of our plans will be successful."

"Yun Xihe!" Yun Ying'er couldn't help clenching her fists.

The injuries on her body have not healed yet, and now she is tortured by overwhelming hunger. She is as irritable as a hungry wolf on a full moon night.
Chapter completed!