"You!"

Nangong Jin was short of breath, but Chu Yunqing ignored her anymore and went straight past the group of people to the side courtyard.

Chu Yanran behind her was so angry that she stomped her feet, and she pulled her hands: "Mother, look at this little cheap hoof, now this arrogance doesn't take you seriously at all." ”

"What's the hurry, now in the Prime Minister's Mansion, it is not a turtle that has entered the urn, there is the Queen Mother's purpose, don't be reckless in the future. ”

Nangong Jin raised her eyes, glanced at Chu Yanran, and touched her hand, which was regarded as relief.

Last night, she obviously sent someone to the Seven Kings' Mansion to assassinate her, how could this woman survive?

Didn't you pretend to be crazy and stupid in the past, pretending to be pigs and eating tigers?

As soon as she thought of this, Nangong Jin was so angry that her teeth itched, but it didn't matter, she still had chips, so she didn't believe that she could turn the sky upside down.

......

Chu Yunqing walked very quickly, and when he reached the side courtyard, he heard a low cough from inside, the courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the little maids were carrying things for Aunt Song.

She walked through the door, and the withered man on the bed was wide, his sunken eyes wide, and he trembled with excitement.

Song Xian'er coughed more and more intensely with excitement, her eyes were soaked, and she beckoned to Chu Yun.

"Qing'er, you're back, I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Chu Yun was slightly stunned, followed by the sour tip of his nose, the memory of the original owner was surging, they used to depend on each other, and their relationship was naturally very good, but she was not the original owner after all.

In her previous life, she was an orphan, she was sent to the organization for training since she was a child, and she never enjoyed any family affection, and some were only comrades-in-arms from birth to death.

Now, she was a little at a loss.

"Come here, let me see, Qing'er, you are suffering, I didn't protect you well. Song Xian'er trembled all over.

Chu Yun hurriedly poured a cup of hot tea for her and sat on the edge of the bed: "Don't be excited, the Queen Mother is merciful, I can live in the Prime Minister's Mansion to accompany you in the future." ”

"What?"

Song Xian'er grabbed Chu Yun's hand on the sleeve of his shirt, clenched it slightly, and she shook her head: "No, Qing'er, you quickly leave the Prime Minister's Mansion and go to live in the Seven Kings' Mansion, so they don't dare to do anything to you." ”

Chu Yun chuckled lightly, but he didn't expect his mother to take the lead in thinking about her.

She obviously knew that the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion was treacherous, and Song Xian'er finally sent Chu Yun out of this door, even if she was the concubine of the Seventh Prince, it was better than being tortured and humiliated to death by the vicious mother and daughter here.

"You ...... go"

"Mother, don't be afraid, there is the Queen Mother's decree, now I am the Seventh Princess, they categorically dare not provoke the imperial power, you have a good rest......"

Poof-

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Song Xian'er didn't hold back, this body didn't have much time, she just kept a trace of nostalgia, and wanted to see Chu Yunqing again.

When her duty had been fulfilled, she thought that the oil would run out and the lamp would run out, and she would die alone in this pickled place.

But who knows, Chu Yunqing actually came back.

The woman hurriedly held Song Xian'er's pulse, she looked at Song Xian'er's expression, her eyes were blue, there were black marks on her forehead, her pure color was pale, and she had such a strong hemoptysis, she had long felt that something was wrong.

Ordinary old diseases, how can there be such a violent reaction.

"Mother, does it hurt?" her hand, groping for the thin and bony arm, reached the creaky socket, and exerted a slight force.

saw Song Xian'er gritting his teeth, it was a heart-piercing pain.

"It doesn't hurt, A-Niang doesn't hurt, Qing'er doesn't have to worry about me. ”

"Mother, what about this, does it hurt?" Her hand came to the tiger's mouth again, pinched her thumb, Song Xian'er couldn't hold back anymore, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Why is it so violent, this is not a stubborn disease, this is a poison.

Chu Yun thought of this, and there was an inexplicable chill in her heart, in her previous life, she had read countless drugs, and ordinary little tricks couldn't escape her eyes.

But the poison on Song Xian'er's body is a little weird and well hidden.

Such poison shouldn't be used on a little aunt in the Prime Minister's Mansion, what could this poison be?