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

Chapter 32
Because of the bed curtain, Yan Qi didn't notice Jiang Qi's existence.

Therefore, she didn't notice the complex and difficult look on Jiang Qi's face when he heard her words.

Looking at the stubborn Yue Huan, Cang Lan suddenly thought of Yue Huan's request from the last attack.

She is as determined as she is today.

Tell him word by word that she doesn't want to drink the blood of Yin anymore.

He prepared the pills for her as promised, but he didn't expect her to keep her promise.

Would rather bear the pain than drink blood.

Canglan's deep eyes glanced at Jiang Qi, who couldn't see his expression clearly, and couldn't help sighing softly.

Evil fate!
If I knew this earlier, why bother.

Looking at this young man, it seems that he is also seriously injured.

"Genius doctor, you must help me."

"I absolutely must not let my father and mother know that I did not drink Jiang Qi's blood."

Yan Qi gently tugged at Cang Lan's sleeve, now he is the only one who can help her.

"Your illness will only recur if you don't drink blood. I think you should be very clear."

Cang Lan told Yue Huan about her strengths, which was why he didn't like her at first.

The torment of recurrent attacks is not something ordinary people can bear.

What's more, it's Her Royal Highness the princess who is so charming and petted.

Yan Qi's eyes darkened when she heard the words, and she no longer dared to laugh at the nonsense of Yin's blood.

She really experienced what it means to slap her face.

"That friend of yours has treated you with acupuncture."

Cang Lan only needs to take Yue Huan's pulse to get a glimpse of it.

Only a few days later, the latent poison broke out again.

"Can you really take it?"

While Cang Lan was staring at Yue Huan, his eyes fell on Jiang Qi from the corner of his eye. He also wanted to know what choice the prince would make.

Does it recur?
Jiang Qi's eyes flickered, no one knew Yue Huan's poisonous hair better than him.

Three times a month for blood, never missed.

His wrists are covered with ugly scars, and each scar is the testimony of Yue Huan's poisonous hair.

When he was in the carriage, he noticed that something was wrong, and the time was not right.

Yue Huan's illness should have flared up long ago.

Has it already happened once before?

Because he didn't drink his blood, he had repeated attacks.

"Why not? You can always get used to it." Yan Qi smiled desolately and closed his eyes.

There is no possibility of saving her body.

You will die if you drink it or not.

Why waste Jiang Qi's blood and increase his hatred.

If it hurts, it hurts, she accepts it.

Just when Cang Lan was about to administer the needle, Yue Huan, who had her eyes closed, said again:

"Why did the father and the queen ask, and you said that my body was reaching its limit, and it had nothing to do with Jiang Qi."

If the disease recurs, Emperor Ming and the Empress will definitely see the clues.

She is also not sure about her state after the onset of the disease, so it is better to explain clearly.

She will also find a way to dissuade Emperor Ming, as long as her body bears the pain, she must have a way to persuade Emperor Ming to let Jiang Qi go back to Da Zhou.

"Please God Doctor..."

Yan Qi's voice became weaker and weaker, she was too tired.

Before Canglan's answer, she knew nothing.

The strangeness in Jiang Qi's heart was about to burst out of his throat, he didn't know what it was that made him anxious.

"Did you hear it all?" Cang Lan who applied the needle asked.

He performed acupuncture on specific acupoints to relieve the severe pain in Yue Huan's body and let her sleep more peacefully.

"So what?" Jiang Qi sat up slowly, staring at Cang Lan with a pair of cold eyes.

What does this woman want to do, it has nothing to do with him!

Originally, the Yuezhi royal family owed him.

"Obviously, she likes you."

Cang Lan poured himself a cup of tea contentedly, and continued to die without surprise.

Jiang Qi frowned slightly, and glared at Canglan angrily.

"When did the genius doctor take pleasure in teasing people?"

No kidding, how is that possible.

All his sufferings were created by Yue Huan, so why not talk about it.

Cang Lan looked at Jiang Qi's reaction, "So it's just Luohua's intention?"

He could see it clearly, what is Yue Huan's protection for him if it is not Xinyue?
Would rather endure severe pain than drink his blood, isn't it just a gesture of goodwill.

It's just that Jiang Qi doesn't seem to have this intention.

"I can understand your resentment. Princess Yuehuan was only ten years old when Emperor Ming brought you to Yueshi." Cang Lan paused, then continued, "She couldn't help herself."

How can a ten-year-old child suffering from illness have the right to choose.

"She can't help herself, so what about Emperor Ming?" Jiang Qi sneered. Could it be a virtue to bully others?
He should forgive if he couldn't help himself?
Looking at Jiang Qi, Cang Lan seemed to see himself in the past, a young man with a jealous heart.

——Too late to regret.

He sighed softly:
"There are many things in the world that are unclear. I will say everything here, and the rest should be decided by the prince himself."

They are all poor people in the world.

One leaf blinds the eyes, one thought is wrong, and it is too late to regret.

The winter hunting is over, it's the new year.

When Yan Qi woke up again, the Anle Hall was decorated with colorful lights and red lanterns were hung high.

beaming.

She turned over and sat up, the severe pain in her body had all subsided.

The spirit of the whole person is very good.

There was a smile in Yan Qi's eyes, the genius doctor really has two skills, I believe he is right.

"Lu Zhi?" Yan Qi called Lu Zhi's name, not knowing if her injury was healed.

After a while, there were hurried footsteps outside, and Green Branch soon appeared in front of Yan Qi, with a happy face:

"Your Highness, are you awake?"

Yan Qi nodded, only paying attention to Lu Zhi's walking posture:
"Is your injury healed?"

Martial arts practitioners like Jiang Qi were seriously injured, and I don't know how Lu Zhi, a girl with no strength to restrain a chicken, managed to carry it over.

Luzhi was terrified and pleasantly surprised that the princess would take the initiative to care about her, and hurriedly replied:
"His Royal Highness misses you, Lu Zhi's injury has healed."

Thanks to the princess, he called the imperial physician to treat her and let her stay in the palace to recuperate.

Recovery is natural and fast.

"That's good." Yan Qi nodded, and then ordered: "Change clothes."

Having been ill for so long, Yan Qi couldn't wait to go out for a walk.

"By the way, where's Jiang Qi?"

Yan Qi suddenly thought of Jiang Qi, who was also a patient, and didn't know what happened to him after she fell asleep.

Could it be that he was thrown back to that dilapidated cold palace again?

"The genius doctor Canglan looked at Prince Jiang Qi's injury and let him stay in the side hall. Do you need to call him over?"

Lu Zhi looked at Yan Qi's expression, not sure what she meant.

Before going to Qingshan, the princess arranged for Prince Jiang Qi to live in the side hall, and they did not dare to send him back to the cold palace without authorization.

"Very well, no need."

Yan Qi felt relieved, Cang Lan is really a good doctor, she hasn't had time to tell her.

It's already done for her.

It would be better to live in the side hall, how can people live in that dilapidated cold palace.

"I see the palace is very happy, but is the new year coming?"

Yan Qi lowered his eyes to look at the red palace dress on his body, and thought of the newly added gorgeous palace lanterns in the palace, so he asked casually.

"Yes, princess."

"Today is New Year's Eve."

New Year's Eve?
So fast?
That's right, after ten days of delay with Qingshan, isn't New Year's Eve coming soon?

No wonder Yue Jue rushed back in such a hurry.

"Go, go out and have a look."

Yan Qi, who had finished dressing up, couldn't wait to walk outside the hall.

She hasn't seen the New Year in ancient times, the pure and natural ancient flavor must be novel and beautiful.

The man by the window of the side hall stared deeply at the smile on her face, and fixed the cup he handed to his lips...

(End of this chapter)