Soon, Ma Dai followed the doctor's prescription and grabbed the medicine from the nearest pharmacy.

The matter of decoction is naturally taken care of by Ling Xue. On the one hand, she has learned the efficacy and decoction methods of various herbs from her father since she was a child, on the other hand, she is most concerned about Song Qi's injury, and she is still anxious and worried about handing over the decoction to others, and it is naturally best for her to decoction herself.

In Song Qi's room, far away from the bed and closer to the window, a stove was lit with charcoal, and the flames flew upward, and when they touched the purple ceramic jar on the stove, the flames parted in all directions, surrounded the jar, and white smoke rose upwards.

The smoke was sometimes thick, sometimes light, and when it was so thick that Ling Xue, who was sitting next to the stove, couldn't open her eyes, she could only squint at the pottery pipe, and kept gently fanning the fire with the fan in her hand.

The white smoke quickly spread throughout the house, and the smoke was mixed with a strong bitter medicinal smell.

The smoke drifted into Song Qi's nose on the bed, seeping into his trachea with his gentle breathing. The smell of medicine in the smoke seemed to have some very subtle effects in advance, making Song Qi's face slowly become rosy, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Of course, it is not known whether this is due to the effect of the medicinal smell occurring in advance, or because of the effect of the thick quilt on his body.

Meanwhile, in the next room, Qiao Mei is interrogating the woman who tried to assassinate Song Qi.

The woman was still tied up and sat against the wall.

Standing in front of her, he pointed at her with a horsewhip in his hand, and asked sharply, "Say." Why did you assassinate Brother Song! ”

The woman looked up slowly. Then flick the hair back. With a look of disdain on his face, he said vaguely to his eyebrows.

"What did you say?" Eyebrow didn't understand what she said.

The woman shook her head desperately and pouted. Only then did she realize that she still had a towel stuffed into her mouth, how could this make a sound.

Eyebrow stared into her eyes and threatened, "If you dare to scream, I will definitely stuff more towels in your mouth!" ”

The woman's eyes widened and her eyebrows met for a moment, her eyes rolled slightly, and then nodded.

Raised eyebrows reached out and ripped off the towel from her mouth. Not enough to still grab the towel in his hand, ready to wait for her to call, so that he could quickly plug it up.

The woman's mouth was choked with a towel, her mouth was dry, and her heart was blocked, and once she took off the towel, a feeling of wanting to vomit welled up in her heart. She kept her head down and coughed dryly for a long time, but she didn't vomit anything. Because her mouth is dry, she doesn't even have a trace of spit.

She looked at her eyebrows with a blank eyebrow, and said in a hoarse voice: "Water~"

I didn't want to give her water to drink, but in order to get the words out of her mouth. Reluctantly, he brought her a bowl of water and leaned over to her mouth.

The woman saw the water in the bowl. There was a look of drought in her eyes, she tilted her head, opened her lips, and touched the edge of the bowl, and drank loudly, looking at her appearance, as if she could drink a river. Due to the incongruity between her head and the bowl, the water not only flowed into her mouth, but also leaked down the sides of her lips and into the collar below her neck, and she didn't realize it.

Soon the bowl of water was drained. The woman's eyes were kindly staring at her eyebrows, as if she wanted to drink another bowl.

Instead of granting her wish, she put the bowl back on the coffee table next to her, looked down at the woman condescendingly, and said, "If you answer my question obediently!" I'll give you another bowl to drink!" ”

The woman looked at the sharp edge in her eyebrows and nodded slightly.

"Let me ask you, why did you assassinate Brother Song? What kind of enmity do you have against him? He stared into her eyes and asked in a stern voice.

"I told you that I have no enmity with him, it is the son of Simon who has an enmity with him!" The woman said calmly, her voice still a little hoarse. After all, the mouth has been blocked for so long, and it is not normal for the voice to be hoarse.

"Then what is your relationship with Ximen Yun, why did you help him assassinate Brother Song?" Raised eyebrows stared into her eyes and asked loudly.

The woman's mouth pursed and she sneered: "This is my own business, and it has nothing to do with you!" I have no comment! ”

He stared at the woman with raised eyebrows and asked, "Tell me quickly, where is my young lady locked up now?" ”

The woman shook her head and said, "How do I know this?" Aren't you going to send someone to see and rob it? ”

"You say you don't know?! You don't know how you can pretend to be my lady? He waved the whip in his hand at the woman's side, and a crisp sound sounded in her ears like a thunderbolt, making her body tremble.

The woman's head leaned back slightly, and she said, "That's what Ximen Yun told me to pretend!" He didn't tell me anything else. You just beat you to death, and I don't know where your young lady is locked up! ”

"Do you think I won't dare to kill you?" Raised eyebrows said angrily.

The woman simply hung her head and said nothing. She didn't pay attention to what she said again, and she didn't look at it.

He asked for half an hour, but he really didn't ask anything.

Two hours later, Song Qi woke up from his slumber, sighed leisurely, and then shouted: "It hurts me to death!" He wanted to sit up, but the wound was touched, and he felt a sharp pain coming from his heart.

"Brother Song, thank God you finally woke up!" Ling Xue jumped up from the stove and walked to the side of the bed in three steps and two steps, her face showing a rare joy.

"What's going on? What's wrong with me? Song Qi rested his head on the pillow, with a trace of confusion in his eyes, and looked up at Ling Xue.

He didn't seem to remember what had happened that day, and he couldn't figure out why he was hurt.

Ling Xue swept the sideburns hanging down on her chest, stared at Song Qi with her eyes, and asked in surprise, "Why, can't you even remember yesterday's events?" ”

"yes, how did I get hurt?" Song Qi nodded on the pillow.

Ling Xue raised her eyelashes, looked at Song Qi, and said eloquently: "Last night, we went to the West Gate East Courtyard to rescue Sister Mingyu, and we rescued a person who pretended to be Sister Mingyu, and you were stabbed by that fake person!" At this, she accentuated her tone, which seemed to contain lingering hatred.

"Oh, I remember!" Song Qi said softly and slowly closed his eyes. He quickly recalled in his mind the whole process of the rescue last night. I saw him resting his head on the pillow, frowning and sighing for a while, and a smile on the corner of his mouth for a while. Finally, I heard him say to himself: "Hehe, the disaster of blood light! It seems that Zhan Tiezui, the fortune teller, said it! ”

Ling Xue saw Song Qi's performance and secretly laughed in her heart. Hearing this at this time, his heart jumped, and he hurriedly asked, "What kind of blood light disaster?" There was an inexplicable hint of worry in his voice.

Song Qi opened his eyes and smiled at Ling Xue: "When I was telling my fortune that day, that fortune teller Zhan Tiezui insisted that I had a bloody disaster, but I didn't believe it at the time, thinking he was alarmist!" I didn't expect it to be unfortunate for him! ”

"Why didn't you say it earlier!" Ling Xue stretched out her hand and patted Song Qilu's right hand outside, and said angrily, "If I had known, I wouldn't have let you take this risk!" ”

Song Qi opened his eyes and smiled at Ling Xue: "When I was telling my fortune that day, that fortune teller Zhan Tiezui insisted that I had a bloody disaster, but I didn't believe it at the time, thinking he was alarmist!" I didn't expect it to be unfortunate for him! ”

"Why didn't you say it earlier!" Ling Xue stretched out her hand and patted Song Qilu's right hand outside, and said angrily, "If I had known, I wouldn't have let you take this risk!" ”

"It's just a coincidence! It's not that fortune tellers are accurate! Song Qi shook his head from the pillow, raised his eyes, squinted at Ling Xue, and said with regret: "If I had listened to you and hadn't acted earlier, maybe none of this would have happened." ”

"Perhaps!" Ling Xue sighed lightly and said, "Maybe it won't happen, maybe the next night, it will happen again!" It's hard to say for sure what is going on in the world! ”

Song Qi looked at Ling Xue with fixed eyes, and said apologetically: "Xue'er, I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have been angry with you at that time!" ”

Ling Xue was a little moved when she heard this, and her eyes were a little moist, "It's all over, why are you still mentioning it?" At that time, in order to save Sister Mingyu, everyone was very anxious! Besides, I didn't take it to heart at all! ”

"That's good! That's good! Song Qi blinked on the pillow with a pleasant smile on his face. (To be continued.) )