An Cong bent down and saw Song You struggling to open his eyes, and before he could speak, he only heard Song You say with difficulty: "Great...... I was about to go to find you, and now I saw you when I opened my eyes, which means that the heavens will not kill me. ”

Hearing Song You say this, An Cong was helpless and wanted to laugh in his heart, so he only turned his head and said to Ah Wu: "Let them all go out, don't disturb Lord Song's rest." ”

After Ah Wu heard this, he hadn't spoken yet, but an apprentice came over, and when he saw Song You's palm, he exclaimed loudly: "Eh, it's not good, he's poisoned, after all, you have to apply a needle to suppress the poison first!" ”

An Cong frowned and looked at Song You, who was gasping in pain on the bed, and looked at the junior apprentice who was talking: "Are you okay?" ”

The junior apprentice nodded again and again: "Although I am not proficient, I can still do it by applying needles to suppress poison, so let me put a hundred hearts." ”

An Cong looked at Ah Wu: "He stays and lets the others out." ”

Hearing the command, Ah Wu hurriedly turned around and pushed all the apprentices in the house outside.

The young apprentice who stayed behind went to the table and took a needle box, dipped it in some wine, and wiped it again, when he came to Song You, he found a few acupuncture points, and was about to apply the needle, but Song You reached out and grabbed his wrist.

An Cong stepped forward and looked at Song You, whose eyes were wide open, and the dark blue was gradually deepening under his eyes: "I didn't expect you to have the strength to do this, it seems that you can still hold out until the imperial doctor comes." ”

The junior apprentice was taken aback and looked at Song You's appearance: "You...... You're poisoned, and you're going to be shot. ”

Song You opened his mouth, but black blood spat out of his mouth.

Black-red blood fell on his clothes, meeting with the muddy water on his body.

Song You let go of the apprentice's hand and laughed: "I have already sealed several major acupoints around my body by myself, and at this moment, you apply needles to suppress the poison and then block the flow of poison...... I'm afraid that before I die of poisoning, I will die with my qi and veins closed. ”

After hearing this, the primary school apprentice withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and there were needles in his hands, and his face turned red.

Song You suddenly covered his chest with his hands, trembling all over, and a lot of sweat oozed from his forehead.

An Cong frowned and stepped forward and supported Song You: "You're okay." ”

He reached out and grabbed An Cong's sleeve and said with a smile: "Let him go out, I don't have much strength left, and some words must be finished before he dies before he can close his eyes with confidence." ”

Hearing Song You say this, An Cong turned his head to look at the junior apprentice, who pursed his lips in embarrassment and looked at Song You, but did not leave for a long time.

Song You closed his eyes, gasped for breath in pain, and his left hand trembled slightly.

An Cong was startled, rolled up Song You's sleeve, and saw a black line on Song You's arm spreading an inch upward, past his elbow.

The apprentice hadn't left yet, and he muttered, "I think that although I can't administer needles, it's better to have a doctor watching from the side, in case it's a little ......."

Without letting the junior apprentice finish speaking, An Cong turned his head to look at the other party, his eyes were cold, but his voice was flat: "Let's not talk about whether you can cure him if you are guarding here, and say that there is an official here, a favorite minister of the emperor, no matter whether what you say involves the secret affairs of the court, your existence is a redundant and death-seeking behavior, as a imperial doctor, when the nobles talk, you can't stay by the side, why don't you even have this common sense?" ”

When the elementary school apprentice heard this, his face turned red, and the eleven or twelve-year-old boy's eyes were red, and he was about to cry: "But I...... I just wanted to save him. ”

An Cong wanted to say something, but was stopped by Song You.

I only heard Song You smile weakly: "Why don't you go quickly?" What are you crying about here? ”

Seeing that no one could understand his painstaking efforts, the young apprentice could only take the needle box and walk out of the house with sobs.

I heard the door close.

Song You took out a piece of paper from his chest.

The paper was handed to An Cong: "These are some people that Prince Luo secretly contacted, some people who I didn't even know before, follow these people to check, don't say it's the emperor's son, it's the emperor's son, and the emperor has to get rid of it." ”

An Cong frowned, took the paper from Song You's hand, didn't open it to look at it, only put the paper into his arms.

Song You saw An Cong's silence like this, and laughed: "What don't you ask?" ”

An Cong lowered his eyes: "At the right time, it must naturally have the right use." ”

After slowly putting Song You on the couch, but seeing that Song You was still looking at himself, An Cong couldn't help but smile and said, "I think it looks like you want to ask me something." ”

Song You said slowly: "Before I came, I thought that I would do it myself, and find out these people one by one, which would inevitably cause criticism and cause some unnecessary rumors to hurt myself and others, and the most suitable one is you." After all, the daughter of your settled family was said to be crazy and locked up, and you can be this person in private or public. ”

An Cong smiled: "What about now?" ”

Song You sighed lightly: "Now, I want to ask you, if Mu Jinlin and I kill each other, who do you choose?" ”

An Cong is not a person who likes to laugh, but after listening to Song You's question, he laughed out loud.

Song You frowned: "What are you laughing at?" ”

An Cong got up and looked down at Song You: "First, you, like Mu Jinlin, are just a dispensable person to me, although they have been to the wine shop together in private, but in essence, they are just friends of wine and meat." Also, you are wrong, the emperor's son is also the emperor, and the emperor kills the emperor? It's hard to think of such a statement, it's not rigorous. ”

Hearing someone say that he was a friend of wine and meat and a fallacy about himself, Song You couldn't help but laugh, and when he laughed, black blood flowed out of his mouth again, and under the sleeve, the black line on his left arm spread an inch in the direction of his chest.

An Cong looked at Song You, who was lying on the couch vomiting blood and still laughing, and continued to say flatly: "Second, it is not so much that you and Mu Jinlin killed each other, but that it was Shengshang and Prince Luo who killed each other, after all, you started as a close minister of the emperor, no matter what you do in the future, you will be a close minister of the emperor." ”

Song You was still smiling: "Oh? Prince Shengshang and Luo. ”

An Cong took his hand: "Yes, because if it is Song You and Mu Jinlin, even if you want to put each other to death now, it has nothing to do with me, and it is not my turn to choose." ”

Song You raised his hand, touched his nose, and looked at An Cong: "What about the third?" ”

An Cong's face became serious again: "This third, related to my vital interests, is only the future of the An family, so no matter how I choose, I will only choose the winning side, and I will only choose the glory of the An family." ”

In front of him, what flashed was the young man who held a sharp blade in his hand that year, and when the army of King Qi was dispersed, Yu Renhe simply cut off the head of King Qi in the palace, and Song You's heart sank.

In order to ensure that things can be successful, Song You still couldn't help asking: "Then if I ask, whether to choose An Yu or An Yan, how do you answer?" ”

An Cong slowly raised his hand and put it in front of his abdomen, rubbing his fingers: "Whoever is smart, I will choose." ”

Song You didn't ask again, he gritted his teeth, his expression was painful, his left hand trembled, and the black line spread to his chest by another inch, almost reaching his armpit.

Seeing that the person lying on the couch was in such pain, An Cong turned around with his hands and sighed lightly: "The one who helped you ask for a doctor, you must hurry, if you delay any longer, I can only choose Mu Jinlin." ”

Behind him, Song You sighed lightly, and his voice was already weak: "You are wrong, he must be smart, otherwise you will waste your hard work to send me to the Imperial Doctor's Hall, not the palace, after all, you are afraid that as soon as I enter the palace, someone will want me to die more, and it will be more convenient for me to do it." An Cong, actually...... You've made your choice. ”

An Cong's eyes rolled and he took a step towards the door, without saying a word.

In the palace, He Yun had already arrived at the Tai Hospital.

But he didn't see Fang Hengwen.

Fang Hengwen was called by Princess Wenle to Zhaoyang Palace to diagnose Ping'an's pulse.

The rain was a little lighter, and He Yun stood at the door of the Tai Hospital with an umbrella, waiting for Fang Hengwen to come back, but he was disappointed after seeing that the person who appeared at the door again and again was not Fang Hengwen.

He Yun thought of Song You's situation, his heart was anxious, and he couldn't help but reach out and stop a little eunuch who was walking inside: "Do you know where Song Shuren is?" There is something important to look for her below. ”

The little eunuch was Xiao Lizi, and when he saw that it was He Yun, he frowned and asked, "Aren't you Lord Fang's apprentice now?" What's the matter with Song Shuren? ”

At that time, An Yu in the hut was questioning.

The person who was questioned was Lan Xiang.

Lan Xiang stood in front of An Yu and lowered her eyes: "Lady, no one has looked for me in the past few days." ”

An Yu was being pressed by Song You's life and death in her heart, and she lost her patience in the past, so she put the teacup in her hand on the table heavily, and looked up at Lan Xiang: "Although I am not in the palace every day, but Zhao Guifei's people are staring at you day and night!" I kept you, originally to bring out the person behind you, if you are so useless, I can only give you up directly, to ask the concubine Niangniang who you have been in contact with every day, although there are a lot of goals, but as long as I check carefully, I can always find out, isn't it? ”

Hearing An Yu say this, Lan Xiang bit her lip, looked up at An Yu timidly, and snorted: "Lady, but in the past few days, I really haven't come to find a slave over there, but it's ......."

An Yu looked up at her and sneered: "What is it?" You go on. ”

Lan Xiang lowered her eyes again and said, "But Princess Wenle sent someone to find the minions, and said, ......"

An Yu was impatient, stood up, and lifted Lanxiang's chin: "Say what!" ”

Lan Xiang was forced to raise her head and meet An Yu's fierce eyes, and said tremblingly: "It was said that in the future, you must be loyal to Her Royal Highness the Princess, otherwise, Your Highness will tell the Queen Mother and the Queen Mother about the fact that Qiu Yu asked the slave to send poisonous skin care products before." ”

After hearing this, An Yu's expression soothed, and she took her hand away from Lan Xiang's chin: "I heard Princess Wenle say before that Qiu Yu sent someone to Zhaoyang Palace to deliver face polishing cream, but she confiscated it and sent it away, for fear that someone would harm her in my name, it turns out that this person is you?" ”

Lan Xiang took a step back slightly, lowered her head, and did not speak.

Knowing that the dark line that Qiu Yu was looking for was only Lan Xiang, An Yu's heart was a little relaxed, so she said softly: "Actually, you don't have to be afraid, after all, your bottle of face wiping cream was not sent, Princess Wenle just scared you, a thief-minded person, and said such things, so that you have to be used by her because you are afraid." ”

When Lan Xiang heard this, she didn't know whether to be more relaxed or heavier for a while, and when she looked up at An Yu again, there were tears in her eyes: "That lady, can the slave be ...... in the future?" No longer be a bait, the minions are afraid. ”