Qi Qing'er's body began to slowly get colder, and a layer of light smoke rose from the cold air around her. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yan Song sat cross-legged beside Qi Qing'er until the light smoke covered Qi Qing'er's body, and then he got up and took away Qi Qing'er's coat, leaving only a thin shirt inside.

He reached out and pulled the needle bag flat on the ground closer to him, then took out a silver needle and slowly put it into the skin under Qi Qing'er's neck.

Yan Song's brows were tightly locked, and his movements were slow.

Qi Qing'er didn't want to wait until early spring to take medicine, so she chose the beginning of autumn, and for the next month or so, Yan Song had to accompany her day and night, always paying attention to Qi Qing'er's physical changes.

Time moves forward with the sunset and the full moon and the lack of the moon.

The temperature of Qi Qing'er's body also changed with the sun, moon and stars, sometimes warm, sometimes cold.

Yan Song, who has been accompanying him all the time, has white hair in his black hair, and his handsome face has not changed, but he looks extremely tired.

Yanjia Villa also became unusually quiet.

During this period, Yan Yi came back for a trip, and after carefully checking Qi Qing'er, after inputting some of Yan Song's vitality, he returned to Tianquan Pavilion.

Qi Qing'er was vague and felt colic all over her body, but fortunately, every time she was conscious, her consciousness could only stay for a while, so she wouldn't endure the pain for a long time.

It is Yan Song who is bitter and applies needles to control toxins.

In the middle of the medicine, the power of the medicine has deviated, and there is a deviation from the ideal.

Yan Song was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, exhausted, and his hair turned gray.

He knew that there was no regret medicine at this time, and there could be no room for reversal, so he could only fight poison with poison and control the direction of the cold poison in Yirong Dan.

Qi Qing'er also suffered more pain because of this, and every day in the future, Qi Qing'er had to spend it awake.

I can't speak, I can't move, I can't open my eyes, but I can feel the pain obviously, and I feel the pain in the dark.

Qi Qing'er deeply endured the stinging pain from the scalp to the toes ulcerated, like the bite of countless snakes and insects, the pain like entanglement, and like being in a sea of fire, unable to survive or die.

Time is infinitely extended, and every minute and every second is like a year.

However, in just one and a half months, it was like another fifteen years here for Qi Qing'er and Yan Song, which was unbearable.

At the end of the medicine, Yan Song almost exhausted his vitality, and when he pulled out the last needle on Qi Qing'er's body, the whole person leaned back weakly.

"Poof" fell to the floor.

Grandpa Hua, who still heard the sound, carried him out.

Qi Qing'er woke up in a groggy state, the stinging pain touching every inch of nerves.

This body is not like its own, completely uncontrolled.

After moving around the bed for a few moments, he found some control. But she was trembling in pain, panting slightly.

This room is still the south wing room where Yan Song came in with him, a bed, a desk, an incense burner, and nothing else.

Yan Song, not here?!

Qi Qing'er subconsciously touched her face, this face was uneven to the touch, and the skin on her hands was also spotted, and she couldn't tell what color it was.

She was so painful that she didn't have the extra consciousness to think about what she had become, or what she thought back then, being alive is a blessing, and being alive has the possibility of making a comeback.

At this time, the door was opened, and a beam of light stung Qi Qing'er's eyes, and he hurriedly blocked it with his hand.

I saw the figure of a maid by the door, stretched out her head to look into the room, then turned sharply, screamed and staggered away.

Have you become unable to see people?

Qi Qing'er touched her face indiscriminately, there was obviously no mirror in the room, but she still stumbled everywhere to find the mirror.

There is a stone in my heart, which keeps sinking and sinking.

"Brother Song......" Her throat was so dry that she was smoking, and the sound she made was unusually cautious.

At this moment, Qi Qing'er realized that Yi Rongdan's effect had deteriorated, and the whole person was paralyzed on the ground, and the pain in her body made her want to cry without tears.

He let out a roar with all his strength, and then he fainted.

Yan Song seemed to hear Qi Qing'er's screaming, and sat up from the bed suddenly.

He remembered that the medicinal effect of Yi Rong Dan had not completely dissipated, and the next thing was to wait for Qi Qing'er to wake up, and when she was conscious, she would fuse the cold poison in her body.

Looking around, Yan Song found that he had been moved out of the room, jumped off the bed with a "pop", and rushed out of the door.

happened to bump into the food brought in by Grandpa Hua, and the food was scattered all over the ground.

"I haven't closed my eyes for a month and a half, let's rest, Qi Qing'er won't wake up for the time being." Grandpa Hua showed a bitter look.

In his heart, Yan Song is naturally more important.

Where could Yan Song listen to Grandpa Hua's dissuasion, Qi Qing'er still had a crucial last step, she was supposed to stay by Qi Qing'er's side and wait for her to wake up, but now she was unconsciously moved by Grandpa Hua.

Yan Song glared at Grandpa Hua without annoyance, no longer making unnecessary stops, and strode towards the south wing.

Seeing Qi Qing'er slumped on the ground, he hurriedly helped him up and hugged him in his arms.

No matter how ugly she looks at the moment, Yan Song still kissed her forehead painfully, blaming herself for not being with her when she was awake.

Gently rotate Qi Qing'er's body, let her sit with her back to herself, and then start the last step to open up the meridians in Qi Qing'er's body, so that the cold poison can be completely implemented in her body.

The vitality continued to pass from Yan Song's palm to Qi Qing'er's back.

Qi Qing'er also felt the warmth from behind, and gradually regained consciousness, but she didn't have time to think about it, the severe pain made Qi Qing'er's body stiff and unable to move.

But she knew that behind her was Brother Song, and with him, everything would be fine.

The meridians were opened up little by little, and the numbness and heart-piercing pain also intensified in Qi Qing'er's body.

The breeze gathered around them lifted the corners of Qi Qing'er's clothes.

Yan Song inadvertently saw a cinnabar mole on Qi Qing'er's lower back, and when he thought about it, his palm was slightly retracted, and he advanced it after a while.

This mole, Yan Song likes it, he wants to keep this mole.

The current Qi Qing'er is like a clay figure in Yan Song's hands, no matter how Yan Song handles it, he can leave this mole, or add a few moles for no reason.

It's just Qi Qing'er's face, he can't add too many of his own thoughts at will.

This last step, which may seem simple, is actually crucial.

Qi Qing'er endured the pain, and Yan Song also tried his best to persevere.

Finally, two hours later, Yan Song withdrew his hands that were transmitting vitality.

Qi Qing'er was in a cold breeze, and the three thousand green silks danced like the wings of a bird, and then gently covered Qi Qing'er's face.

His body went soft and fell into Yan Song's arms.

At this time, Yan Song was already exhausted, so he held Qi Qing'er on his chest and fell backwards.

He really wanted to get a good night's sleep now.

I don't know how long it took for the two of them to go on this journey.

Qi Qing'er's more curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and then her apricot eyes, which were as transparent as a mirror, slowly opened.

I only feel that my whole body is very wooden, but the bottom of my body is soft, like someone's body.

Qi Qing'er's movements were very slow, although it was still her own body, but her face had changed, but after being in bed for more than a month and the fatal pain, Qi Qing'er almost forgot how to control her body.

first struggled to prop up his upper body, and then faced Yan Song, his arms relaxed slightly, and the whole person lay on Yan Song's chest again.

Yan Song's white hair instantly pierced Qi Qing'er's eyes.

Qi Qing'er stretched out her hand, nestled a strand of white hair in the palm of her hand, and looked at it for a long time.

She knows that in the next life, in the next life, she owes Yan Song and will always owe him.