The world's medical concubine wants to divorce

Chapter 564 Choosing to Die
However, nothing depends on a person's will.

What's more, due to the increase in the number of poisoned people recently, there has been some public dissatisfaction.

What's more, Wen Yi has already made her wish, as long as Chonglou walks according to the result she wants, everything will be fine.

Concubine Rou will help her take care of her lover and children. Concubine Rou has the emperor's favor, and without her own knot as Chen Yuanqing, Chen Yuanqing will definitely choose to be loyal to the emperor. When the time comes to court, her modesty will no longer be that weak the king.

Everything is enough.

After seeing off Chong Lou, Wen Yi quietly returned to her bedroom, and put the letter she had written long ago on the table, which was her last words to Song Yunqian.

Scattered, she started writing this letter after she made a decision, and she didn't finish it until before dinner. There were still things she didn't expect, but she believed that Qian knew her own thoughts, many things, even if she Don't say it, he also understands.

Although they get together less often these years, they all understand each other's thoughts.

Another letter was written to Zhuge Ming, which detailed how to use his own blood as a medicine to save the lives of all poisoned people.

There are also letters to Chonglou and Jingmo, all of which are about ten or twenty years later. She hopes that they will be happy, and that she, a mother, can accompany them at every age. .

Looking at the letter in front of her, she realized that because of Song Yunqian, she had too much ties to this world.

She was not willing to give up all of this, but this became the only way she could choose.

Wen Yi lay quietly on the bed, cut her wrist, and then put her wrist in the water she had prepared before, slowly feeling the passing of life.

In the previous few times, death came too quickly, and she had regrets and was too unwilling. This time, although she also had regrets, God was kind to her and made her fully prepared.

Wen Yi was satisfied from the bottom of her heart, and the image of Song Yunqian flashed in her mind over and over again. She was not willing to be modest, but this was what Wen Yi could do for him. From now on, her blood would be fused into the blood of his people. He is a benevolent monarch, even if he is dead, he can feel his benevolence.

There was a smile on the corner of Wen Yi's mouth, her mind was getting more and more confused, but the alarm bells were ringing in her mind, Jing Mo, it was Jing Mo, the quietness tonight was so abnormal, she didn't even dare to look into her eyes...

Jingmo...

Wen Yi tried hard to open her eyes, and wanted to tell Song Yunqian what Jing Mo might have encountered, or that Jing Mo might not be her Jing Mo anymore.

But she couldn't control her body anymore, she tried hard to sit up, but her body was weak, she could only lie here, trying to shout out, but she didn't even have the strength to open her mouth...

Song Yunqian's voice sounded when she was most desperate. Song Yunqian came from Rouyi Palace in a hurry. After sending Jing Mo back, Jing Mo hurried into Rouyi Palace without even saying goodbye, looking at her back , Song Yunqian suddenly felt strange.

After sending Jing Mo back to Rouyi Palace, he went to the Imperial Study Room, but no matter what he was dealing with, Jing Mo's back flashed in his mind, and the way she walked was different from Jing Mo.

So Song Yunqian put aside his busy work and came to Wen Yi in a hurry...

But he never expected that when he broke in, what he saw was Wen Yi lying on the bed with a pale face.

Her white wrists were placed in the white jade basin beside the bed, blending with the basin, but the blood, bright red and glaring, made Song Yunqian instantly bewildered.

He knew there was going to be a time, but he kept deluding himself that it was still possible.

However, this moment came unexpectedly, shattering all his self-deception and destroying all his hopes.

Forgot why she came here, he staggered to Wen Yi's bed, pulled his hand in a panic, trying to stop the bleeding from her wrist, but so much blood flowed down her wrist
"Wen Yi, don't, don't, don't leave me, don't leave me, although I'm incompetent, I can still protect my wife and children, at worst, I won't be the emperor, I just want you, Wen Yi, I As long as you, you must, you can't, you..."

Song Yunqian held Wen Yi's blood-soaked wrist with both hands, crying like a child.

"Wen Yi, Wen Yi..."

One sound, heart-piercing, one sound, reluctance, sadness, and even more despair.

Wan Sun and Wan Qiang hurried in after hearing the sound. They had already guessed the decision of the sect master. Not long ago, the sect master said that they would be Jing Mo's maids in the future. The seat of the master of Feilongmen was passed on to Chonglou's wife.

They also said at the time that the position of the head of the Flying Dragon Sect should still be handed over to his daughter-in-law by the head of the Feilongmen...

The joke at that time turned out to be the last words given to them by the sect master.

Wan Sun and Wan Qiang didn't follow Wen Yi for a long time, but they couldn't understand the disposition of the head of the sect very well, so even though the people complained these days, some people said that Feilongmen didn't care about the life and death of the people, they didn't care at all, they Believe in your sect master, believe that she will find a way after all...

Unexpectedly, the only way for the sect master to save people with his own life is already.

Hearing the familiar voice next to her ear, Youqian, Youwanzhuwanqiang, they were by her side, Wen Yi tried her best to let them know that Jing Mo might be in trouble, but she couldn't control her body.

But Song Yunqian still felt the movement of Wen Yi's hand, even if it was just a slight movement of his fingers, it made Song Yunqian's heart flustered.

"Wen Yi is not dead yet, hurry up and call the imperial doctor, hurry up..."

Wan Qiang, who had fallen into despair just now, was stunned when she heard Song Yunqian's words, but immediately, Wan Qiang got up and walked towards the door, stumbled, but ran to the door very fast...

Song Yunqian felt his heart was about to jump out, he hugged Wen Yi's hands tightly, and prayed over and over in his heart that her hand could move again, even if it was weak, it didn't matter, because he wanted to make sure Wen Yi was alive.

An Ran broke in. He was looking at the Golden Needle Technique today, and wanted to ask Wen Yi for some questions, although Wen Yi had said a few days ago that she had already taught him everything she knew about the Golden Needle Technique.

However, no matter what kind of thought he had, the first thing he thought of was to get Master's approval.

But he didn't expect to meet Wan Sun on the way, and he didn't expect that before he could share his joy with Master, Master would...

Looking at the master lying on the bed, An Ran's mind went blank, no one knew his panic at the moment, it seemed like the sky was falling.

In An Ran's heart, Master is an omnipotent existence. He never thought that Master would die.

He always thought that the master would hold up his sky, but when he rushed into the master's bedroom in a panic, he realized that the master would die just like everyone else.

An Ran didn't dare to go forward, as if as long as she watched from a distance like this, Wen Yi would not die.

Song Yunqian held Wen Yi's hand, he waited for Wen Yi to give him hope, but after so long, Wen Yi seemed to be really dead.

Wen Yi won't die, won't...

Song Yunqian told himself over and over again, but the temperature in his big hands was getting colder and colder, and he couldn't warm them no matter what.

(End of this chapter)