Your Majesty's Charming Concubine

Chapter 1327 Poisoned by a kind of spring-like poison
Qingwu and Yingxue heard the words, no doubt about it, they both heaved a sigh of relief, "That's good."

Yan Qi's consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he subconsciously leaned on Feng Wuya.

"Wu Ya, I'm so uncomfortable..."

His voice, very low and light, fell into Feng Wuya's ears, and his heart immediately felt like being scratched by a cat, itchy and uncomfortable.

"I'll take you back." He suddenly hugged him horizontally.

Qingwu and Yingxue hurriedly followed.

When they returned to the guest house, Feng Wuya said to the two of them: "It's getting late, you all go back to rest, I will take care of Yan Qi."

Qingwu's eyes fell on Yan Qi's face, the light was a little dim, so she couldn't see the blush on his face at this time, but saw his eyes closed tightly, as if he was suffering.

She didn't know what kind of poison Xie Chong had poisoned, but she knew that Feng Wuya was capable of detoxifying, so she didn't think much about it.

"Well, if you need my help, you can call me anytime."

"Yeah." Feng Wuya nodded and looked at Yingxue, "Go to sleep too."

"Brother Feng, please take good care of my brother." Seeing that he didn't look anxious, Yingxue thought that Yan Qi's poison was really mild, so she felt relieved.

Feng Wuya didn't say another word, and carried Yan Qi into the house.

Looking at the closed door, Qingwu and Yingxue said a few words, then left.

Yingxue also went back to her room to sleep.

Inside the house, Feng Wuya put Yan Qi on the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, listening to his low voice, his heart swayed, and he used great self-control to not rush at Yan Qi.

His eyes were complicated, what he didn't tell Qingwu and Yingxue was that Yan Qi had actually been poisoned by a kind of spring poison.

This poison is not an ordinary enchanting poison, it has no antidote, and those who suffer from it must have intercourse with others within an hour, otherwise, they will die from backflow of tendons.

Looking at Yan Qi on the couch, whose face was getting more and more flushed, Feng Wuya clenched his fists tightly, as he was fighting with heaven and man in his heart.

In fact, he could have told Qingwu about this matter, and with Qingwu's love for Yan Qi, she would be willing to help Yan Qi detoxify.

It's just that Yan Qi's body can't be with women at all, and in his selfish heart, he doesn't want others to touch Yan Qi's body.

Not even for detoxification.

Just as he was thinking wildly, suddenly, his hand was hot, and he looked down, and was actually caught by Yan Qi.

His body was getting hotter and hotter, and he was tormented by the spring. He instinctively took his hand and put it on his hot face, as if this could dispel the heat from his body.

Under the lights, Yan Qi's exquisite and beautiful face, because of the poison, evaporated a layer of hazy mist, which was extremely beautiful.

And his robe, at some point, was torn off by himself, revealing the delicate and beautiful collarbone around his neck.

The black hair is disheveled, and the hair on the sideburns has been wet with sweat.

Sweat slipped from the corner of the forehead, along the firm and delicate skin like white porcelain, and slid to the Adam's apple.

Feng Wuya's eyes were extremely dark, and his body was as tight as iron.

He didn't dare to look any more, and quickly looked away, because his self-control was on the verge of collapsing.

He was afraid that if he watched it any longer, he would desperately pin Yan Qi under him.

In order to distract his attention, he hastily fetched water and wiped the sweat off Yan Qi's face with a wet towel.

But he knew that it was useless at all, and he was just delaying time by deceiving himself and others.

(End of this chapter)