Uncle, this palace is not going to sleep tonight

Chapter 472

Lan Shiji was startled for a moment, then turned her black eyes slightly, and turned around slowly, "What did you say?"

Hua Ningxi's beautiful red lips curled up, cruel and indifferent, "The woman you love the most, she has woken up and is waiting for you to see you now."

"Qingxue, are you awake?" Lan Shiji's reaction was a little slow, and then she stood up abruptly. Qingjuan couldn't tell whether she was happy or unhappy, but her tone was joyful.

Sure enough, he still cared more about Hang Qingxue than Yan Zuimo.

It was a waste of Mo'er's efforts, almost risking his life to find the antidote for him... In Lan Shiji's heart, the most important person is Hang Qingxue.

Hua Ningxi smiled coldly, and continued: "Mo'er tried her best to save her, and it will be a matter of time before she wakes up. Now you can go to Taxuexuan, and I want to check Mo'er's pulse."

After speaking, he couldn't help but sit on the round stool next to Lan Shiji, pulled Yan Zuimo's wrist, and began to make a detailed diagnosis.

Yan Zuimo was still asleep, she replaced Hang Qingxue who was supposed to be unconscious... sleeping in her own dream, and even calling other men's names.

Qingxue...

But when these two words entered his heart again, it was like a rock sinking into the sea, unable to stir up any waves...

Lan Shiji stood up, and just as she walked to the door, Hua Ningxi's cold voice came again, "Mo'er's cold poison has been pulled out, but she is not awake yet, I can't tell when Mo'er will wake up, but... ...When Mo'er wakes up, I will take her away. This is the promise you made to her, and I believe you can keep your word."

Lan Shiji knew that Hua Ningxi was forcing herself, but right now, he couldn't make any promises to anyone.

Yan Zuimo, Hang Qingxue, Hua Ningxi, and even himself...

Leaving with a face and drunk ink?

No, he doesn't promise he can do it...

Having nothing to say, Lan Shiji walked out.

Walking slowly along the Hanqiu Mountain Villa to the Taxue Pavilion——Lan Shiji didn't know what was wrong with her, she almost couldn't wait to see Hang Qingxue on weekdays, but at the moment she knew she was awake, she felt that this road It's so close... so close that when he was hesitating whether to go or not, he was already stepping on Xuexuan with rice husks.

Seeing the snow jade flowers flying wildly in the Taxue Pavilion, he darkened his eyes and walked in.

Pushing open the door of Ta Xuexuan, I saw that the slender and beautiful person had rushed off the bed regardless of his body, and when he couldn't dodge, he hugged his waist tightly.

"Brother Blue!"

For a moment, Lan Shiji wanted to push Hang Qingxue away, because he thought of the unconscious Yan Zuimo and the unique cold fragrance on Yan Zuimo...

Holding her shoulders, slightly pulling her away from his body, Lan Shiji looked down at the woman he once loved.

Hang Qingxue is a beauty.

(End of this chapter)