Chapter 22: The hidden truth Mo Feiyu was also helpless, "Now she just wants to trade her own life for Nalan Zhenqi's life."
"After the seventh prince wakes up, if he knows that his life was bought by the princess, he will probably wish that he was the one who died."
"What happened between Miss Jing and your seventh prince?"
The witch doctor smiled bitterly and shook his head, "How could we slaves know such a thing? It's just that when the seventh prince returned to the palace half a year ago, his whole person seemed to have changed. He was silent all day and was unwilling to say a word, and his brows never relaxed.
Opened. A few days ago, I heard the news that the princess fell off the cliff and I was even more devastated. Originally, he would stay with the princess when he left the palace again, but he didn't expect to come back. After he came back, he seemed to be in more pain. He was in a daze every day, just because
Only in this way will he be framed and poisoned by the Third Prince."
"How could the master and apprentice have such a deep love for each other that they end up like this?" Mo Feiyu carefully covered Jing Yirong with a quilt, "I'm sorry for the witch doctor."
The witch doctor smiled and said, "Young knight, you don't have to say that. Although this is also the king's order, the princess was not kind to me before. Now I just boil some medicine for the princess. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
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"Yes." Mo Feiyu said goodbye politely, moved a stool and sat next to Jing Yirong, leaning against the bedpost before closing his eyes and falling asleep. Even he was a little tired from running around these days, not to mention nourishing his blood with blood every day.
Ji's scenery and appearance.
Jing Yirong's body is getting weaker and weaker, and she wakes up less and less every day, but even so, she still remembers to water Xue Ji during the few moments she wakes up. Xue Ji's original green leaves have completely changed.
The color changed from light red to pink and closer to blood red.
Mo Feiyu saw Jing Yirong fainting again. There were still two days before the January deadline, but when Jing Yirong woke up this time, she only had time for one stick of incense, and the blood in her body seemed to have already
It's almost finished.
Mo Feiyu didn't expect that when he was about to watch Jing Yirong leave with his own eyes, he would be so reluctant and intolerant. He probably couldn't find anyone in the world who was willing to treat him like this.
Mo Feiyu grabbed the witch doctor who was about to leave, "Xue Ji is about to bloom, but Miss Jing's life is also in danger. Is there any way to save her?"
"I can't do anything." The witch doctor lowered his head, "But Liu Mo, the miracle doctor at Yuluo Village in Yu State, may be able to save her, but it will take at least ten days and a half to rush to Yu State now. Even if Liu Mo, the miracle doctor, is found, the estimated time will be
can not wait anymore."
"What if you seal her with an ice charm?"
"The ice talisman can only suppress poison and protect the heart. The princess has lost too much blood. If I use the ice talisman to freeze the small amount of blood in her body, I am afraid that the blood will not flow to the heart when it is unsealed, and the treatment will not be achieved..."
..." Before the witch doctor finished speaking, Mo Feiyu understood, "Is there really no other way?"
"Unless the miracle doctor Liumo is here now," the witch doctor sighed helplessly and left.
Mo Feiyu looked melancholy, "Miss Jing, you think it's worth trading your own life for Nalan Zhenqi's life, but have you ever thought about how painful it would be for Master Qingyi if he knew you did this?"
Jing Yirong seemed to have heard Mo Feiyu's words, her eyelids moved, and she opened her eyes feebly. In her mind was Nalan Qingyi's face, and her heart ached, "I promised him that he would take good care of himself, but it seems that he wants to break his promise."
Already."
"Miss Jing," Mo Feiyu looked happily at Jing Yirong who woke up.
"I can't die, I can't die." Jing Yirong wanted to save Nalan Zhenqi but also wanted to save himself. "Mo Feiyu tried to find a way to write a letter to King Junqi and tell him that I needed to save Nalan Zhenqi in the Kingdom of the Underworld.
His help."
"Write to King Junqi? Will he help you?"
"Yes." Jing Yirong said with certainty. Bu Chenche knew that he had used his blood to save Nalan Zhenqi and must have known that the person he needed most now was Liu Mo. When Qiao Shuang'er took action, Liu Mo would definitely come to save her.
It's just that I don't know where Liu Mo is now. If she is still in Dongxie or Yu Kingdom can't come, this will be her fate.
Mo Feiyu did as Jing Yirong said, hoping it would really work.
Jing Yirong lay quietly on the bed, the past events replaying scene by scene in her mind like a movie. When she came to this world, everything was just a dream and the appearance of Nalan Qingyi was completely a sweet dream, but she didn't want to
Become Nalan Qingyi’s nightmare.
She once promised Nalan Qingyi that she would take good care of herself, and she did not want to break her promise to him. Even if she broke her trust to the people in the world, she did not want to see the disappointment and pain in their eyes. She was so happy, in addition to love, she also had Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhi
Jin is by your side.
The sound of pushing the door interrupted Jing Yirong's thoughts. She was too weak to sit up. Jing Yirong looked at the person who walked into the room with surprise, "It's you."
"I didn't expect you would come back," Xinyu sat beside the bed, "Jing Yirong, haven't you always been arrogant? Why are you so weak even to talk to me now?"
Jing Yirong looked indifferent, "Is this why you came to me to talk about this?"
"Jing Yirong, do you know how much I hate you?" Xinyu's eyes were full of hatred, "Because of your appearance, everyone started to circle around you. Even the eldest brother who loves me the most has left you.
Imperial Palace, before you were so good at martial arts that I could only let you bully me, but now that you are finally lying here unable to move, I want you to taste the pain that I have suffered."
Jing Yirong couldn't help but frown, "I don't remember that I ever bullied you. I'm already very polite to you."
"You!" Xinyu reached out angrily and slapped Jing Yirong. The crisp slap echoed throughout the room. Jing Yirong felt dizzy in her head. Even opening her eyes was a kind of exercise for her now.
So she couldn't bear such a slap at all.
"Haha."
it's me."
Jing Yirong stared at Xinyu with wide eyes and looked at Xinyu in disbelief. Xinyu covered her mouth and laughed, "Why are you surprised? The third brother has always wanted to get the throne, but unfortunately the person that the father likes has always been the seventh brother, so I
I just helped Third Brother by the way."
"You kill two birds with one stone," Jing Yirong said with no emotion in his tone, "I didn't expect you to become more useful in a year? Why do you want to be king too?"
"I'm not interested in that position, but Yu Yingxuan is." Xinyu smiled sweetly, "He promised that if he becomes the king, he will be the only queen."
Jing Yirong laughed coldly, "Just you? He is just using you. When you really steal the throne for him, you will be the first person abandoned."
"Shut up!" Xinyu said and slapped Jing Yirong again, "You have no right to criticize him. If you want to save Brother Qi, I won't let you."
After Xinyu finished speaking, she took out a pill from her arms and said, "You will know nothing after taking this pill. Rather than suffer so much, it would be better for you to end it directly."
Jing Yirong looked away, "If I were still destined to make your life worse than death."
"Wait until you are alive." Xinyu turned Jing Yirong's face and forced the medicine into Jing Yirong's mouth, and poured some water into her mouth, and waited until she saw the medicine in Jing Yirong's mouth before swallowing it.
Then he went back with a proud smile.
Jing Yirong felt as if her mind was being torn apart slowly. She looked at the Xue Ji sitting at the window. There were still two days. Why couldn't she wait for just two days? Her consciousness became increasingly blurred.
The clothes supported the body that was about to fall down at any time, and placed the bowl next to the bed, then tore off the gauze on his wrist and poured the few blood in his body into the bowl.
Nalan Qingyi, I'm sorry. I tried so hard to live but ended up making you sad. Jing Yirong looked at the water still dripping on her wrist and raised the corners of her lips slightly. At least the remaining blood was enough for two days.
Mo Feiyu was stunned when he returned to the house. He hurriedly helped Jing Yirong up, "Miss Jing, Miss Jing?" After calling several times, there was still no response. Mo Feiyu tremblingly checked her nose and sighed slightly.
Breathing is barely detectable.
Mo Feiyu gently let go of Jing Yirong and called the witch doctor, "Find a way to save her?"
The witch doctor felt her pulse and was at a loss as to what to do. "There is really nothing I can do. The blood in her body has almost drained out, and her pulse is so weak that she can't even notice it."
"So now she's alive?"
"Alive, but it won't be long."
"Ice her." Mo Feiyu said decisively.
"But……"
"Now this is the worst ending. Don't think about freezing her any more." Mo Feiyu urged. He firmly believed that Liu Mo would be able to save Jing Yirong. Now he could only keep the last breath for Jing Yirong.
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"Okay." The witch doctor reluctantly agreed. Mo Feiyu handed the blood in the bowl to the witch doctor, "Give this bowl of blood to Nalan Zhenhai and tell him to drink it for Xue Ji in two days. If Xue Ji blooms, Nalan Zhenhai will drink it."
Lan Zhenqi can save her. If Xue Ji still doesn't prescribe medicine, it can only be said to be God's will."
Mo Feiyu picked up the frozen Jing Yirong and said, "Let's go."
"Where are you going, young hero?"
"Go to Yuluo Village to find Liu Mo," Mo Feiyu said as he walked out of the house and disappeared into the palace. The witch doctor looked at the blood in his hands and shook his head, "I have never seen such an obsessed person in my life.
I hope Liumo can save her."
Two days later, Nalan Zhenhai poured the last bit of blood on the Blood Princess. The leaves of the Blood Princess turned completely blood red, and the stamens gradually bloomed. The blood-colored flowers slowly bloomed. The delicate flowers seemed to be dripping with blood at any time. Wu
The doctor immediately stretched out his hand to pluck the flower. As soon as the flower was plucked, the remaining Xueji leaves withered instantly. The witch doctor quickly put the Xueji flower into Nalan Zhenqi's mouth.
When the Blood Princess Flower entered Nalan Zhenqi's body, it was like blood-colored paint painted Nalan Zhenqi's pale body a rosy pink, and even his lips gradually turned from white to red. The methamphetamine gradually faded from the body,
Nalan Zhenqi slowly opened his eyes and looked at the people surrounding him blankly.
"Zhenqi," Nalan Zhenhai shouted with joy. It took a long time for Nalan Zhenqi's memory to come back to his mind. He remembered that he was addicted to methamphetamine after drinking the tonic sent by his slave. Since then, he has been addicted to methamphetamine.
Fell into coma.
Nalan Zhenqi was confused, "Father, has my poison been cured?"
"It's solved."
"Who found the Blood Princess Flower?" Before Nalan Zhenqi fell into coma, he heard the witch doctor say that the antidote to methamphetamine was the Blood Princess Flower.
Nalan Zhenhai said softly: "My father originally wanted to give him a promotion to a charlatan, but he said he was used to the life of a charlatan and didn't want to stay in the palace, so my father gave him ten thousand taels of gold and let him go."
"It's a pity that I haven't thanked him properly yet." Nalan Zhenqi sat up, stroking his chest, and his eyes fell on the blood bowl on the table. For some reason, he always felt that his heart was being pricked, and he pointed at the blood bowl, "Father
Why is there blood in the king's bowl?"
Nalan Zhenhai glanced at the witch doctor, who immediately understood, "This is the poisonous blood flowing out of the seventh prince's body. The slave will pour it out after a while."
Nalan Zhenqi didn't ask again, but still felt depressed. An inexplicable feeling of sadness filled his whole heart. He subconsciously touched his mouth and felt that there was some bloody taste in his mouth.