The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 309 Taking You Home For My Husband
Hot, endless heat wave...

Feng Wuxie seemed to be thrown into a cauldron, her face was flushed red from the steaming boiling water, her body was sweating profusely, and the bedding was wet.

But in an instant, she seemed to have fallen into the sea of ​​ice and snow again, and her teeth chattered from the biting cold.

The two completely different temperatures tortured her almost to the point of going crazy.

Jun Yeli stood not far from her, and stretched out his hands towards her: "Miss, take you home for my husband!"

But before Feng Wuxie could answer, he left on his own, no matter how Feng Wuxie shouted, leaving only her back.

"Don't go, wait for me."

"No, don't die... If you die, I will definitely not let you go."

In her sleep, Feng Wuxie slept extremely restlessly. Her face was covered with cold sweat, which wet the broken hair on her forehead. The scene in the dream made her heart ache like a knife.

Her world was forever frozen at the moment when Jun Yeli fell down.

With her tightly clenched hands, her nails had already dug into the flesh, but she didn't know the pain. The facial features on her face were twisted together, her face was flushed, but her lips were so pale that it broke the heart.

"Wuxie, wake up?" Zhaoping looked at the burning and confused Feng Wuxie, his beautiful eyebrows frowned, his eyes were full of worry.

She looked back at Du Chun, and asked anxiously: "What's going on, you've been asleep for three days, why don't you wake up?"

When Feng Wuxie was brought back by Du Chun and the others, he was unconscious, which shocked Zhaoping a lot.

Later, I heard from Du Chun that she just had a fever and became confused, so she was relieved.

But these three days have passed, but the person still hasn't woken up.

Du Chun looked very innocent, reached out his hand to catch Feng Wuxie's pulse, and said after a while: "She has been immersed in a nightmare, I'm afraid she doesn't want to wake up."

"That's good, if it goes on like this, people will burn out." Zhaoping put a warm towel on Feng Wuxie's forehead, almost crying.

She looked at Du Chun and pleaded, "Aren't you a miracle doctor? Think of a way."

Seeing Zhaoping's anxious look, Feng Qingyun felt uncomfortable, and took Zhaoping's shoulders, comforting her softly: "Don't worry, Doctor Du is thinking of a way."

Footsteps sounded at the door, Nangong Jin and Nangong Yue walked in, looked at Feng Wuxie who was lying on the bed, and asked anxiously, "Why haven't you woken up yet?"

If they hadn't received Feng Qingyun's signal that day, they might not have been able to find her, but luckily they got there in time.

Du Chun shook his head, and said in a puzzled way: "I don't know why, I've taken all the fever-reducing decoctions, but there is no improvement."

It's just a fever, so how come the soup doesn't work for her?
"Could it be that Wu Xie thought that Jun Yeli would not be here anymore? That's why she didn't want to wake up?" Nan Gongyue said what she thought in her heart, which made everyone's eyes light up.

"That's right, why didn't I think of it." Du Chun stood up suddenly, clapped his hands and said, there was such an example before: "I'll try to shout."

Du Chun walked to Feng Wuxie's bed, and whispered to her: "Wuxie, wake up, wake up, now you can only get better if you fight against the illness yourself."

But after shouting a few words in succession, Feng Wuxie remained silent, two lines of tears rolled down her face, but she still couldn't wake up.

Du Chun looked at her like this, thinking that the other one was also unconscious, and felt uncomfortable like a cat scratching: "Wu Xie, if you don't wake up, I, I will throw your man out? I want Throw him among the women, find ten beauties for him, if you don't wake up, if he is bewitched by other goblins, don't blame me, ah..."

Du Chun called out the last sound.

Feng Wuxie, who was pinching his fingers tightly, slowly opened his eyes, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, and asked in disbelief: "What did you just say?"

Du Chun bared his teeth in pain, and quickly pulled out his hand: "I said throw that guy Jun Yeli into the group of women."

Feng Wuxie tightly grasped her sleeves, her throat was a little choked, and she asked expectantly, "You mean, he is not dead?"

Du Chun had a troubled expression on his face, and his eyes were a little wandering, but he still pretended to be relaxed and said: "I'm not dead, but I haven't woken up yet."

Du Chun was afraid that his hand would suffer again, so he hurriedly stood up from the bed.

"You didn't lie to me?" Feng Wuxie wiped away tears, the scene in the dream just now was too real, she was really afraid that this was another dream.

"I didn't lie to you. What Brother Du said is true. We rescued him." Everyone exchanged glances, and Nan Gongyue said first.

Zhaoping hurriedly stepped forward to help Feng Wuxie up, took a cup of hot water and handed it to her mouth: "Hurry up and drink some water."

This time Feng Wuxie didn't hesitate, he gulped down the water, looked at the decoction by the bed, and said to Du Chun, "Give me the medicine."

Knowing that she was fine, Du Chun happily handed her the medicine, and Feng Wuxie drank it in one gulp, everyone felt joy and distressed at the same time.

"Is there any food? I'm hungry, I want to eat..." As soon as Feng Wuxie's words came out, Nangong Jin immediately came to his senses, and asked his servants to bring the food.

Feng Wuxie didn't care about looking at other people, and ate food with big mouthfuls. She didn't have any strength now, and she had to eat more to get better. It's just that Feng Qingyun saw her like this, and it made him feel very distressed .

"I know you want to see him, but you have to take care of yourself."

Feng Qingyun understood Feng Wuxie, his niece was cold to Jun Yeli on the surface, but her heart had already been handed over to him.

For a moment, the corners of Feng Qingyun's eyes were a little moist, with such an innocent personality, she was too much like her father.

Feng Wuxie smiled at Feng Qingyun, swallowed the last mouthful of porridge, and said to Du Chun, "I'm full, take me to see him."

Du Chun hurriedly stood in front of her bed, hesitatingly said: "Don't worry, take care of your illness first, he..."

"Is he seriously injured?" Feng Wuxie had been suspicious since just now, but now he stopped her from seeing it, which confirmed her guess even more.

Feng Wuxie straightened his face and said: "Du Chun, get out of the way."

"No evil, I..."

"You and I are both doctors. Don't you know that the patient is more dangerous if he is delayed? You will only make him more dangerous if you stop me like this."

Feng Wuxie saw that everyone in the room looked solemn, and couldn't help but get a bit stern in his tone, and finally Zhaoping stood up: "Wuxie, don't worry, he's not seriously injured, it's just that he was poisoned."

"Poisoned? What kind of poison is it?" Feng Wuxie felt that something was wrong when he heard Zhaoping say this.

If the enemy hadn't used poison, how could he have fallen so easily?

"Du Chun, what are you talking about?" He was the only doctor in the room, and Feng Wuxie didn't ask him who he was asking.

In the end Du Chun bit his lip and made up his mind and said, "Wu Xie, it's not that I don't want you to see him, it's just that he meant it."

Seeing Feng Wuxie's puzzled expression, Du Chun yelled, "I don't care anymore, he was poisoned, and the antidote is in He Lianting's hand, he sent a letter, if he wants to get the antidote, I will let you go to Shilipo alone to find him."

After telling the truth, Du Chun let out a long breath. The depression these days was finally relieved, but he didn't see the tears in Feng Wuxie's eyes.

This Jun Yeli really deserves to be beaten.

He clearly knew that he was poisoned, and that only He Lian Ting could cure the poison, but he would rather hold on by himself than let Feng Wuxie ask He Lian Ting.

Feng Wuxie was not as weak as everyone imagined, she almost didn't shed tears, but asked very calmly: "What will be the consequences of poisoning? I have been in a coma for a few days?"

"He has been poisoned by Soul Devourer. If the poisoned person does not have an antidote within seven days, he will be useless in the future. Today is the fourth day..." Du Chun's voice became smaller and smaller, and it was almost inaudible in the end. .

Feng Wuxie's face turned pale, she couldn't imagine how such a proud person would accept it if he became a useless person in the future.

It's the fourth day now, that is to say, she still has three days left.

"Take me to see him." Feng Wuxie said calmly.

Seeing that Du Chun was unmoved, Feng Wuxie didn't want to embarrass him. If Jun Yeli hadn't issued the death order for him, how could he be indifferent.

Since this is the famous sword villa, Feng Wuxie is naturally more familiar with them than they are. Even if Du Chun doesn't say anything, she can still find Jun Yeli.

"He has a sword wound on his body. If he doesn't sew it up and get infected, he will die. I'll find it myself. You didn't reveal it. He won't blame you."

After Feng Wuxie finished speaking, he stepped out of the room, leaving only the people looking at each other in blank dismay.

The injury on Jun Yeli's body was too serious. Even though Du Chun had already bandaged him, she was still worried.

What's more, the wound was still in the heart.

Knowing that Feng Wuxie would not give up if she was not allowed to take a look, Du Chun had no choice but to ask Zhaoping and Nan Gongyue to help her, and walked to the next door.

There is a white owl guarding it, and no one can get close to it.

Seeing Feng Wuxie woke up, Bai Xiao lowered his drowsy drinking hands, the worried look on his face became more serious, and he said to Feng Wuxie, "He's inside."

Feng Wuxie saw something wrong with his expression, nodded, smiled back at him, turned and entered the room.

She didn't let anyone else in, but only let Du Chun follow her in. Jun Yeli's injury was a trauma, and there were too many people for fear of infection.

The moment he saw the person lying on the bed, Feng Wuxie's heart tightened suddenly, and he walked to his bed in a few steps.

The long and narrow eyes are tightly closed, and the long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the eyelids. Under the straight bridge of the nose, a pair of bloodless thin lips are shocking to look at.

Feng Wuxie reached out to brush the broken hair on his forehead, resisted the pain in his heart, and put his hand on his wrist. Although his pulse was weak, but the rhythm was very regular, which made Feng Wuxie feel relieved. down.

Unwrapping the gauze wrapped around his body, every time Feng Wuxie untied a layer, his heart ached.

(End of this chapter)