And that's what he wants.

He wanted to test where Song Yihuan's bottom line was.

The other party's attitude towards him, from the initial little fear, to the later softness from time to time, and the strange distress in his eyes, all made Chu Shuolan's heart as puzzled as a fog.

He does have a great interest in Song Yihuan, and even has an unknown friendly attitude towards her, even he is confused.

In the face of Song Yihuan, he has broken the boundaries several times.

Chu Shuolan leaned on the bed with a pale face, his face was as pale as a dead man, and his thin lips did not have the slightest blood, which made people feel frightened.

Long San, who was standing in front of the bed, looked at the young master's appearance, the light in his eyes was bright and dark, and he couldn't see any look on his face, but in his heart, he cursed the pampered imperial concubine in the deep palace of the capital in dozens of ways.

How cruel that poisonous woman is, and how innocent the young master is.

He was naturally clear about the tragic battle of the royal family, and he also knew that the honor of everyone in the deep palace was made by trampling on countless blood and skulls.

But the young master in front of him was brutally poisoned from the mother's womb, and he was born with a highly toxic life, and his biological mother also died tragically.

At that time, the emperor and queen were friendly to everyone in the capital, and their love was extraordinary, and they were full of expectations for the birth of the young master.

However, an imperial hunt returned, but they parted with Empress Wenxian, and the sister-in-law they were looking forward to was almost killed.

If it weren't for the national teacher, if it weren't for the imperial concubine's side who had been favored by Empress Wenxian, the young master would be long gone.

Chu Shuolan didn't know what Long San was thinking in front of him, he listened to the footsteps outside the door, and waved weakly at Long San.

The voice was weak: "You go down." ”

"Yes, young master—"

Ryuzo responded in a low voice, and quickly disappeared into the room.

Qi Shu opened the heavy door curtain, ignoring the people behind him, and walked towards Chu Shuolan, who was leaning on the bed, with the decoction in his hand.

"Look at this miserable little white face, I don't know and I think you're going to die."

Before the others arrived, the ridicule had already reached the ears of those who said they were watching, including Song Yihuan who was following behind him, and the shadow guard in the dark.

"Ahem......"

Chu Shuolan didn't respond, and when he saw Song Yihuan following behind Qi Shu, he coughed uncontrollably with his fist to his lips.

He didn't pay attention to Qi Shu's ridicule.

This man's mouth is a little poisonous, but after all, he still tries his best to take care of him, and the decoction needed for each poison is done by his own hands.

But Chu Shuolan was silent, which did not mean that Song Yihuan was silent.

"Doctor Qi, be cautious, if something happens to my husband, it will be your signboard."

Qi Shu grinded his teeth and looked at Chu Shuolan unhappily: "I naturally know, but when I encounter disobedient patients, I am also desperate, how much silver will I lose if the signboard is smashed!" ”

He seemed to feel very sorry for the silver, and his face ached.

The hand holding the medicine bowl was carefully sent to Chu Shuolan: "Drink it quickly, my signboard will be smashed." ”

Chu Shuolan whispered a few times before taking the medicine bowl, but his hand was a little unsteady.

Song Yihuan walked over, saw that his hand holding the medicine bowl was trembling, sighed softly, and walked to the bed and sat down.

She took the medicine bowl from Chu Shuolan's hand and fed him the medicine with the medicine bowl.

Chu Shuolan took her hand and drank the medicine in small sips.

He had no strength in his poisonous hair, and his face was pale and a little dead.