After forcibly taking the blood of the sick and delicate prince to renew his life

Chapter 22
"Then how do you explain that you and Yue Huan fell off the cliff together, Huan'er disappeared, but you were hiding in the cave in the middle of the cliff?"

Yue Jue asked the question in his heart, he always felt that the timing of Jiang Qi's appearance was too deliberate, as if he was deliberately waiting for him there.

When he was hanging on the cliff, he saw too many caves, which were winding and rugged, and if he wanted to hide in them, he might not be found.

"Hiding?" Jiang Qi's delicate eyebrows raised slightly, and he stared at Yue Jue: "The prince thinks how should I climb up the cliff in the ice and snow? ?”

People with good brains should go in to avoid the wind and snow when they see a cave, right?
What's more, he did it on purpose.

If Yuejue hadn't come too timely, how could he pretend to jump off the cliff to look for an opportunity.

"is it?"

Jiang Qi's words seemed reasonable, but the suspicion in Yue Jue's eyes was even worse.

He still remembered that when he found Jiang Qi, he was lazily roasting the wood fire, without any embarrassment or panic of being trapped here.

What was even more suspicious was that there were no scars on his body.

"Prince Jiang Qi doesn't seem to know martial arts, right? Then how did he keep himself uninjured when he fell off the cliff?"

Even he, who was fully prepared, was scratched and scratched in many places, and his robe became even more tattered.

Jiang Qi's almost indiscernible startled, he was negligent.

Yue Huan fell off the cliff with his sword, and there was absolutely no possibility of surviving.

Yue Huan died, and it was impossible for Emperor Ming to let him go back to Da Zhou safely.

He needs a bargaining chip, and Yue Huan's body is his bargaining chip.

Unexpectedly, the woman seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, he followed Yue Huan down but couldn't find her body.

Yue Jue led his troops to search everywhere, but couldn't find it.

When he noticed that Yue Jue and others were approaching, it was too late for him to pretend

"Probably rough skin and thick flesh."

Jiang Qi looked at Yue Jue mockingly, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince should know what I do in the palace, right?"

What rough work has he not done?
What prince?
He is not even as good as a higher-level servant!
Yue Jue frowned, no matter how dull he was, he knew that Jiang Qi was not cooperating on purpose.

There are too many doubts about this person, and it seems that this prince is not as simple as it appears.

"Oh, rough skin and thick flesh?" Emperor Ming, who had been silent for a long time on the dragon chair, stared at Jiang Qiyou and said quietly: "I want to see if you are really rough and thick!"

"Come here! Drag it down and beat me hard!"

Emperor Ming was already angry, and his Yue Huan's whereabouts were unknown, so how could he tolerate Jiang Qi's wanton ridicule and teasing.

"Father, don't do it!" Yue Jue hastily stopped, Jiang Qi is the prince of a country after all, and is remote from Qingshan, if he is seriously injured and not treated in time, it may cause disasters between the two countries!

How could Emperor Ming listen to dissuasion, keeping Jiang Qi's life is nothing more than donating blood to Yue Huan, he is not afraid of the so-called Prince Da Zhou!

"The emperor backs down, I will definitely break his hard bones today!"

Break his bones?

Jiang Qi's brows were as cold as icy blades. He looked at Emperor Ming and cursed viciously: "You are so cruel and stupid, all karma will come to Yuehuan!"

"Presumptuous!" Emperor Ming picked up the inkstone on the table and threw it at Jiang Qi, his eyes were red with anger!

Although Yue Jue was angry, she was shocked by the hatred in Jiang Qi's eyes, the hatred for Yue Huan, and the hatred for Yueshi.

Jiang Qi laughed at Emperor Ming's wrath, and said firmly, "Yue Huan will surely die a terrible death!"

It was probably true that all the gods were biased towards Jiang Qi, and Yan Qi at this time was indeed living a life worse than death.

The pain like a broken bone is affecting the wound on the chest, as if thousands of hands are tearing and biting!
"Ugh!"

Yan Qi cried out in pain, curled up and rolled on the bed, unable to do anything.

medicine!Her medicine!
Yan Qi's hands frantically searched for the medicine that Cang Lan had given her, but there was nothing there.

She suddenly remembered that she didn't bring it with her when she set out to hunt.

Aha!

The pain in his chest became even worse, Yan Qi clutched his heart fiercely, wishing he could gouge it out with his own hands!
Wen Mo, who was about to turn off the lights and go to bed, heard something strange in the room next door, so he hurriedly got up and ran to Yan Qi's room.

Pushing open the door and seeing Yan Qi writhing in pain, he was shocked: "Qiqi, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Mo brushed away the wet hair on Yan Qi's face, and patted her pale face that was dazed with pain: "Qiqi, can you hear me?"

Feeling the familiar aura, Yan Qi cupped Wen Mo's palms, stretched out his hands and grabbed his sleeves tightly, and said in a delirious voice, "Wen Mo, I'm in pain."

Wen Mo looked at Yan Qi's bloody fingers, and lifted the quilt to look at her chest, the wound really opened.

But if the wound had just opened, she definitely wouldn't have been in such pain!

Wen Mo clasped Yan Qi's wrist solemnly, and felt her pulse.

——It’s a fallen soul!

Wen Mo stared deeply at Yan Qi, who is she?

And why is there a fallen soul in the body?

But her poison was a bit weird.

A person who has been hit by a fallen soul is determined not to survive half a month.

Her pulse was clearly infected with fallen souls, but the toxicity seemed to be diluted a lot, allowing her to survive well.

Do not!
Not too good either.

Her body has been corroded by fallen souls for many years, and she is already approaching the limit.

She was able to live for so many years, presumably because of the powerful famous doctor who kept her alive, otherwise she would have become a pile of dead bones.

Wen Mo quickly took out a white porcelain bottle from the medicine box, poured out a black pill and fed it to Yan Qi.

These are just ordinary painkillers, and ordinary painkillers have no effect on Fallen Soul.

But coupled with his unique silver needle method, it can effectively calm the pain.

Wen Mo took out a silver needle from the side, and quickly pricked it on several special acupuncture points.

Sure enough, Yan Qi's frowning brows were visibly relaxed.

Wen Mo's hanging heart also calmed down a little.

Fortunately, fortunately, it worked for her.

He fetched clean water and carefully scrubbed Yan Qi's pale face.

And re-bandaged the open wound on her chest.

After finishing all this work, Wen Mo stayed motionless by the bed for the whole night, always paying attention to Yan Qi's reaction.

The warm sun is in the sky, and the birds are singing on the branches.

Yan Qi woke up slowly, the restraint of her palms attracted all her eyes.

It's Wen Mo.

He held her tightly with his hand, and slept very restlessly.

Fragmentary memories of last night flooded into her mind, and Yan Qi knew that her fallen soul had broken out.

Canglan forgot the medicine assigned to her in the tent.

It's been less than half a month since the last time I took the medicine, and it should have been the day to drink Jiang Qi's blood.

Then, how did Wen Mo suppress her poisonous hair?

She remembered that the last time she didn't drink blood poison hair, she was in a coma for three whole days.

"You're awake, is it still hurting?" Just as she was contemplating, Wen Mo woke up.

The sleepy man touched her forehead subconsciously. A serious injury might cause a high fever.

The hand holding Yan Xi's palm grasped her wrist, checking her pulse.

Yan Qi didn't resist, anyway, Wen Mo might have figured out her physical condition long ago.

"It's okay." Yan Qi's voice was a little hoarse, her body was still in pain, but it wasn't as severe as when the poison flared up.

Wen Mo nodded clearly, and he felt the same through the pulse condition, which was already the limit of what he could handle.

"Did it scare you last night?"

Yan Qi looked at Wen Mo apologetically, her poisonous appearance would not be easy to see.

Wen Mo shook his head and let go of Yan Qi's wrist: "The poison in you...is the fallen soul of Northern Qi."

(End of this chapter)