It's just that the arm was involved, and it actually caused cold poison. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qi Qing'er closed her eyes in pain, sweating profusely, this body is really weak.

Qi Qing'er smiled bitterly, "Brother Song, you hurt me." ”

"Does it hurt, after taking the pill and applying the needle to spread the poison for more than a month, I almost mistakenly thought that you didn't feel pain, and I didn't know what the pain was!" Yan Song's breath was scorching.

Yes, Qi Qing'er has endured such a heavy pain without a word of complaint, the path she chose by herself, even if it is the pain of chewing through the gum blood, she has to endure it.

Unexpectedly, Yan Song had such a misunderstanding.

Qi Qing'er wanted to explain, but the cold poison was menacing, and she was speechless.

Yan Song saw Qi Qing'er constantly taking deep breaths in pain, trembling all over, and the chill in the corners of his eyes went to three points.

Holding Qi Qing'er's hand in the palm of his hand with his backhand, he concentrated his thoughts and transmitted vitality to Qi Qing'er.

Qi Qing'er felt a warm current coming from the palm of her hand, and it traveled all over her body, and the cold pain was really relieved a lot.

The breathing was slow and steady, and the red lips became bloody.

"Thank you, Brother Song." Qi Qing'er didn't forget to thank her, and tried to show a smile, trying to wipe away the anger on Yan Song's face with her own smile.

Qi Qing'er was extremely weak at the moment, and knew that it was imperative to persuade Yan Song to stab herself, but it would take time.

It's better to slow down first, you also need to rest, in addition to Yan Song's help when you return to Beijing, you also need this body.

Looking at the desk a few steps away, Qi Qing'er felt that her feet were frivolous and heavy, and she moved a few times, but she didn't see half a minute closer to the desk.

The body shook a few times, and it took a long time to finally get a few steps closer to the case.

Then he suddenly lost his center of gravity, his body was turned sideways, and Qi Qing'er instinctively hugged Yan Song's neck.

Qi Qing'er looked at this handsome side face, his eyes hidden under the black hair, and there was more apology in addition to domineering.

"If you want me to stab you with a sword, take care of your body first." Yan Song said and hugged Qi Qing'er to the bed.

This voice is gentle and considerate, why can't he speak like this!

Qi Qing'er took a slight breath and reached out to hold Yan Song's hand that was pulled out from under her, "I know, you will definitely promise me." ”

The voice is faint.

Immediately after that, Qi Qing'er's vision began to blur, and he only felt that Yan Song, who was in white clothes and light clothes beside him, had not left, he had been sitting on the edge of the bed, bowing his head as if thinking about something, and then nodded and sighed softly.

Turning to look at Qi Qing'er and caressing her fragile face, his fingertips trembled a little.

He stretched out his hand and picked up a bowl of soup brought by Shicai, and fed Qi Qing'er spoonful by spoonful.

But Qi Qing'er's consciousness was scattered, her sense of taste was numb, and she couldn't taste it.

I don't know how long it took, I fell asleep in a trance.

For many years, Qi Qing'er has always dreamed a lot at night, but most of them can't remember clearly, or they forget it when they get up in the morning, but the next dream is like reality.

In the dream, she stood on the high city wall, looking faintly at the mighty funeral procession under the city wall, white banknotes flying all over the sky, and the sound of gongs and drums was deafening.

Looking at the sky, the sky was dark, the dark clouds formed a strong pressure trend, and in an instant, the raindrops of beans were coming.

"Qing'er, he is innocent of his death, why do you need to arrange such a grand ceremony for him." This voice was Junsheng's brother's, and he was standing behind Qi Qing'er, holding an umbrella above her head.

Qi Qing'er remained silent, still looking at the funeral procession under the city wall, and muttered: "He was once the lord of a country and a generation of emperors, so it is appropriate to give him such a funeral ceremony." ”

It was as if she had arranged it all with her own hands.

After saying this, Qi Qing'er turned around, she wanted to take a look at Brother Junsheng, but Brother Junsheng was not behind her, and there was no one in the wide open space.

Then Junsheng's brother's voice came from the other side, "Qing'er, give me your hand......"

Qi Qing'er didn't think about it, and stretched out her hand in the direction where the sound came from, as if she was reacting instinctively, but what she touched was another cold hand.

She turned her head suddenly, only to see Junsheng's brother floating in the air, his dazzling white clothes dancing around him.

With such a heavy rain, he didn't even get it on him at all.

Qi Qing'er subconsciously withdrew his hand, he couldn't believe everything in front of him, how could he be floating in the air!

Just when Qi Qing'er was afraid and helpless, Brother Junsheng's voice came again, as if it had fallen from the sky, irresistibly poured into Qi Qing'er's ears.

"Aren't you going to pull me? Qing'er, we said that we would join hands with the country, have you forgotten? Or do you want to sit alone and bury me together? ”

Qi Qing'er was so anxious that she burst into tears, and wanted to reach out to pull it, but this hand was not under her control, and she couldn't stretch it out.

The panic in her heart made her forget her words, and she looked at him in such a panic, watching him drift farther and farther away.

Suddenly, a lightning flash, Junsheng's brother fell down weightlessly, accompanied by huge raindrops, and quickly disappeared into the vast expanse of darkness.

Qi Qing'er was awakened.

At the same time, he exclaimed, "Don't! He stood up suddenly, and a square scarf fell from his forehead.

She stared at her hands with wide eyes, then immediately touched her neck.

There was no jade given by Junsheng's brother there, and she actually forgot that she handed over the jade to Yan Song for safekeeping, without breathing a long sigh of relief.

So is it wrong to do her?!

In the afterglow, I saw a diagonal back, which was sitting in the courtyard outside the door, drinking tea with him, and wiping his sword sideways.

Qi Qing'er had just woken up from a nightmare, and she was wondering if it would be Brother Junsheng.

Then he rolled out of bed and walked towards the door.

Why did she have such a strange dream, she hated the person named Junsheng, and even handed over the love token he gave to Yan Song for safekeeping, but in the dream, Qi Qing'er obviously felt her nervousness.

She didn't want to see Junsheng's brother leave at all, and that inexplicable, strong emotion made her a little unaware.

Holding on to the door frame, Qi Qing'er took her eyes away from the slanted back and looked at the fallen leaves in the garden.

When did these leaves turn yellow, Qi Qing'er didn't know it, a cool breeze hit, Qi Qing'er coughed lightly, and hugged the clothes on his body to his chest.

Suddenly, there was a silver light in front of him, and a sword was horizontal in front of Qi Qing'er.

"How about this sword? Don't know if the compound is the standard in your mind? Yan Song heard Qi Qing'er's light cough, and the person spun like a maple leaf, and in the blink of an eye, the sword in his hand was already pointing at Qi Qing'er's chest.

"Oh, by the way, you're trying to make me stab here?" Yan Song said, shifting the head of the sword and landing on the position of Qi Qing'er's heart.

His voice sounded extremely unbearable, and there was something self-deprecating.

Qi Qing'er wasn't surprised, how many times in the past fifteen years had she and Yan Song fought like this.

She slowly raised her head, looked at Yan Song with tearful apricot eyes, and held the sword with her slender fingers, "Yes, this is it!" ”

Her voice was soft and crisp, but it stabbed Yan Song's heart extremely strongly.

Yan Song's body shook suddenly, and then he hooked his thin lips evilly, and at the same time put the sword into the sheath, and attached himself to Qi Qing'er's ear, "Okay! I'm just as you want it to be! ”

Qi Qing'er raised her eyes, took a deep breath, and her eyes crossed Yan Song's bun: "Thank you, Brother Song!" ”

She didn't know what else to say, and she couldn't seem to find a more appropriate response than thanks.

Assassinating the princess is such a great crime, even if it is easy for Yan Song to escape, it is more or less a great adventure.

What's more, with the princess returning to Beijing, there was also King Ling and his 50,000 iron horsemen.