The wine was given by the prince, and the first two glasses were not poisonous.

How could Qi Mo refuse this third cup? Suspect that the prince poisoned and assassinated him? To say this is a great rebellion. And Qi Mo himself doesn't think that wine is poisonous.

If it's up to Ji Jia...... No one will believe it at all, but it will make Nangong Jiu angry, and it is possible to punish him on the spot. And it is still unknown whether people will test that glass of wine after that, if not, Qi Mo will die after drinking, and Daewoo civil strife can be booked; If it is tested, it will not be clear on such a large occasion, and countless things will happen on the way down this glass of wine, and the authenticity of the test results is not convincing at all. And since Ji Qian has made a statement, I am afraid that this wine will be sent down for testing, and it will definitely be no problem, and he must be the one who will be convicted in the end!

Ji Qian just aimed at him, such an obvious expression came out, it was to force him - his goal from the beginning was not Qi Mo, if Qi Mo died, Ji Qian himself would naturally be the culprit, and he would definitely die if he bore the brunt, but could Ji Jia be able to run? Ji Qian and Ji Qian are a family, they are both here as parties, and the emperor in order to appease Qi Yao, maybe their Ji family will be full of nine clans! The whole family is going to die!

Therefore, Ji Jia had no choice but to drink that cup of poisoned wine.

What it was like to be poisoned Ji Jia didn't know, but he knew that since Ji Jia had done it, it must not be a poison that made him feel good, Qi Mo was his friend, and watching him die in front of him for his own reasons, he would also be very painful and blame...... This is Ji Qian's purpose, Ji Qian himself is not good, so no one should think about it!

Ji Jia's face turned a little pale, death was standing in front of him, and to be honest, he was scared. Although not the first time to die. When a person faces death, he is always afraid in his heart, which is a normal state of psychology.

It's too much to underestimate Ji Qian. Ji Jia closed his eyes, but ...... After his death, Qi Mo will definitely avenge him, if it is his last wish, no matter what the reason is, he will definitely do it if he asks to make Ji Qian's life worse than death. If the poison wasn't instantaneous, he would have been able to see it for himself.

Crazy people can't live with common sense.

If it was normal, as long as he mentioned it a little, Qi Mo would be able to understand, but in this case, he couldn't say anything, there was not enough time! There can be no accidents, he can't take risks, and Qi Mo definitely can't die!

It only took a moment for his thoughts to flow, and Qi Mo's hand holding the wine glass only moved two inches to his lips.

Ji Jia raised his eyelashes, his eyes had calmed down, and the knuckles of his hands holding Qi Mo's arms were a little pale.

Qi Mo frowned, patted Ji Jia's hand with his left hand, and his tone was calm and soothing, "Jiajia, are you drunk?" When you're drunk, sit down and rest, don't worry......"

Counting up, Qi Mo should be his first friend in the true sense. Equal, real, and sincere, although he has a really bad temper and likes to trick him into jumping and frying, but he is indeed a very good friend.

Ji Jia shook his head, the corners of his mouth curved, "You are, the injury last time hasn't healed, so don't drink it, right?" As he spoke, he took out a small and delicate silver wine glass from Qi Mo's hand, just like a loyal subordinate worried about his boss, bowed to Nangong Jiu, whose face had turned into ink, raised his glass and apologized, "Your Royal Highness Six, the marshal of my family can't drink it anymore, and I will drink this cup for him, and I hope Your Highness will forgive your sins." ”

The hands of the white and delicate sons of the family, because on the battlefield, the palms are no longer delicate, it seems that in addition to the whiteness, the characteristics of the hands belonging to the sons of the family have disappeared, and there are still some small scars on the hands, holding a silver-white wine glass, so good-looking.

Qi Mo's heart jumped, and for some reason, a feeling of panic rose in his heart.

The smile on Ji Qian's lips widened slightly, but generally speaking, it was still very soft, his eyes were warm, and his eyes were extremely warm when he looked at Ji Jia, as if he was really a brother.

Ji Jia raised his hand and drank all the wine in the cup.

Different from the burning knife drunk at the border pass, the wine used in the palace banquet is not so rough, and there is no strong feeling of burning when it slides down the throat, it is much milder, and there is a delicate mellowness, the cold wine passes through the throat at night, and slides down the warm esophagus, Ji Jia's face is even paler, Qi Mo is worried about supporting Ji Jia, obviously the amount of wine is not good, to block something.

There was a sudden sharp pain in his abdomen, Ji Jia covered his mouth, suppressed the desire to vomit in his throat, leaned his body to the side, and leaned weakly on Qi Mo's body, the sharp pain almost robbed him of all his sanity, but he knew that he couldn't fall here.

The person targeted by this cup of poison was Ji Jia, but Ji Jia drank it for Qi Mo.

At the celebration banquet, the hero was poisoned, and the emperor did not carry the pot, but also reassured, who would believe it if the emperor said that he did not instruct him? Daewoo will definitely have civil strife, and if he doesn't dispose of Ji Qian as much as possible, he may fish in troubled waters and run away.

Certainly, in the midst of this sweeping pain that made it difficult for him to even breathe, as much as possible, Qi Mo explained things clearly.

Qi Mo felt the weight on his hand, and a rather helpless smile appeared on his face, but he also supported Ji Jia with all his strength, and came to block the wine, was he already drunk? The face is so pale.

In addition to the pain, Ji Jia can hardly feel his own save.

With Qi Mo's hand holding him, he reached Qi Mo's ear, he has been suppressing it since he was poisoned, except that his face was pale, there was no abnormality, and ordinary people only thought he was drunk.

“…… Qi, Qi Mo ......" Ji Jia's weak words flowed out with Yin Hong's blood, and the words were confused and blurred, "Wine is poisonous...... Endgame...... No, don't let Ji Qian go......"

Red blood streaked across the corners of Ji Jia's good-looking mouth, flowed through the white skin, and dripped on Qi Mo's shoulders, the moon-white clothes, and the bright red blood, so dazzling.

These things happened, but in a few breaths, before the others could react to what happened to the few people on Qi Mo's side, they saw Ji Qian beside the six princes snorting and suddenly fainted, but it was the third prince who caught him, and the king who was the focus of the banquet also picked up Ji Jia, who seemed to be very drunk next to him, and quickly asked for guilt to leave, saying that both of them were very drunk and wanted to go to the apse to rest.

The rest of the six princes were at a loss, their eyes were full of shock, and then the whole person was extremely anxious, although they quickly packed up their feelings, but after that, they were obviously very absent-minded, and before the third round of wine, they deduced that they had a headache when they drank too much, so that all the adults were happy, and they went to the apse.

The center of the palace banquet is Qi Mo, Qi Mo doesn't go to the road and leaves, of course the emperor's son doesn't have to stay.

The ministers were still drinking, and they were not at all interested in what had just happened, nor were they talking about it, nor were they snooping in the slightest, and only they knew what was going on in their hearts.

***

Qi Mo longed for the wind under his feet all the way.

Ji Jia's state was terrible, but he maintained a weak sanity, burying his head in his chest, all the way, the warm wet touch on his chest kept repeating "warm - wet - too late to get cold - warm", this process has been updated, and it also made Qi Mo worry, almost making him forget to breathe, Ji Jia must be vomiting blood, or has it been like this without stopping......

Poisoned! Really poisoned! Qi Mo's heart was mixed with guilt and self-blame, hatred and pain were intertwined, his eyes were wide open, almost making his eye sockets ache, and his chest was stuffed as if it was about to explode.

Before turning out of the main hall, Nangong Zhang immediately asked people to pass on the imperial doctor, and instructed him to be fast, and gave him a token to facilitate his actions, and turned around to find that Qi Mo had put Ji Jia on the bed in the side hall, and was letting Ji Jia lie on his knees, and put his fingers into Ji Qian's mouth to induce him to vomit.

But the effect didn't seem to be much, Ji Jia kept coughing up blood to make him difficult to implement, but it made Ji Jia's blood cough faster, and soon a pool of red blood gathered on the ground next to the bed.

Qi Mo's moon-white clothes were already soaked in a large area on his chest, and the intense and bright red color almost made Nangong Zhang's eyes tingle, looking at Ji Jia's body that was in pain because of the toxin, and his body curled up unconsciously, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable, and he punched the sturdy pillar in the hall, and his finger bones turned white and oozing reddish blood.

The vomiting had no effect at all, Ji Jia fell into a semi-coma in pain, Qi Mo was afraid that continuing to vomit would cause the blood that Ji Jia vomited to flow back into the trachea and choke on breathing, so he had to put Ji Jia flat, and the valuable clothes were used as handkerchiefs by him to gently wipe the blood from his mouth for Ji Jia.

If you don't come, why don't you come! Qi Mo didn't feel that the imperial doctor was so slow for a moment, the anxiety in his heart almost made him like a trapped beast, he had always been calm, after putting down Ji Jia, his hands trembled slightly, and he paced back and forth at a loss.

At this moment, Qi Mo's afterglow suddenly swept to Ji Qian, who had fainted on the cold floor, his face suddenly became terrifying, and his eyes seemed to be brewing with all the storms, almost making his handsome face completely unfamiliar, almost like another person.

A few strides walked in front of Ji Qian, Qi Mo grabbed Ji Qian's neck with his big hand, lifted him up from the ground, and his slender and powerful fingers tightened unconsciously.

"Ahem, ahem—" Ji Qian couldn't breathe in and was forced to wake up from his coma.

"Say, what kind of poison did you have!" Qi Mo's eyes were quenched with poison, just his eyes were as sharp as if he was going to Ling Chi, he looked at Ji Qian viciously, and almost roared, "Hand over the antidote!" ”

Ji Qian was also taken aback by Qi Mo's eyes.

But soon, he figured it out, and as if he had lost all his disguises, he laughed wildly while pulling Qi Mo's iron tong-like hand with his hand, and when he turned his head with difficulty to see Ji Jia's appearance, he burst into a smug laugh, "Haha, hahaha, Ji Jia, Ji Jia!" Hahaha...... Do you also have today? ”

The distorted smile, the feeling of suffocation, and the hoarse voice all made Ji Qian as terrifying as a demon, he smiled and said with difficulty words that made him happy, "Ji Jia, how is it, is it that you are about to die of pain?" I've long said that I want the most painful poison-medicine, and I've heard that after drinking it, you will have abdominal pain, and it will hurt for twelve hours, and it will be very suitable for you, you have always been so, so high, and now you have been poisoned, and you are not like a dead dog, so wolf-cough-"

Qi Mo's fingers tightened more and more, and finally he couldn't speak anymore, and he pulled Qi Mo's hand with both hands to allow himself to breathe, and coughed like a bad throat.

Nangong Zhang saw that Qi Mo's eyes were red, and his heart was not good, so he immediately held Qi Mo's hand hard, making Qi Mo's fingers loosen, and said coldly, "Don't kill him!" He turned his head again and stared at Ji Qian fiercely, his eyes were as cold as the winter wind, "Hand over the antidote, and this palace can keep your whole corpse." ”

Ji Qian breathed heavily in the air, looking at Qi Mo's gloomy Nangong Zhang's coldness, his heart was refreshed for a while, and the smile on his lips expanded again, not enough! Inadequate! It's just like this, how can it compare to the hardships he has endured for so long, how can he end up only here, Ji Qian's eyes revealed malice, and in his weird and smiling words, it looked extremely weird, "Hehe, antidote?" What's that? All I know is that seven days of breaking one's bowels will never make a person live past seven days! ”

There was another burst of maniacal laughter.

Seven days of bowel breaking.

These four words pierced Qi Mo like a sharp arrow, Qi Mo palpitated for a while, understood for the first time what real fear was, and began to control the trembling of his body, as if he had a soldering iron in his hand, he slammed Ji Qian to the ground, and walked to Ji Jia's bed with heavy steps, the heroic man, his knees folded, knelt on the ground with a bang, buried his head in Ji Jia's neck, and listened silently to Ji Jia's faint pulse.

Nangong Zhang's face was pale and there was a hint of sadness, and there was a deeply hidden worry after that.

Nangong Jiu at the door was stunned, and couldn't believe what he heard for a moment.