Like Jin was in a hurry, took the pen, and moved the copper basin again, Yi Su knelt on the side of the couch, shook the rope and stretched the pen into his mouth, pressed the root of his tongue fiercely, and spit it out in an instant.

Like Jin was still young, she covered her mouth and cried.

Yi Su vomited and vomited, and called Rujin to take the medicine, lying on the edge of the couch and vomiting all over his body. Bijin couldn't stand it, knowing that this method was limited after all, but he couldn't persuade him, so he only pressed the fine cold sweat on her forehead, and saw that the knuckles of her holding the bed rail were blue and white, and her long eyelashes were closed dimly, and the light closed a dark butterfly wing under her eyes. It was very weak, as if it would be broken when touched, and she couldn't help but say, "Niangniang still trusts the prince?" ”

Yi Su couldn't hear anything clearly. Rujin knelt on the edge of the couch, probably crying, and the lights in the hall were about to go out, and no one paid attention. She didn't know if she was asleep, the position was very uncomfortable, but she really didn't have the strength to move again, so she could only stand quietly.

I don't know how long it took, the door of the temple was vigorously pushed open, and someone walked in with a cold autumn rain, and the cold fingers pressed her lips a few times.

She knew it was mostly medicine, but she couldn't open her teeth. Without hesitation, the man turned her over and flattened her, and slapped her in the face.

It doesn't hurt. Her stiff cheeks seemed to soften slightly, and though she still couldn't open her eyes, she felt that the man finally pinched her chin and cracked her teeth, and sent something straight into her throat.

The pill was spicy and sour, Yi Su said "hmm.....", and she was stirring up in five internal turns, and she frowned for a long time before she opened her eyes.

The line of sight was not yet clear, the hall was dark, and there was only a solemn and tall black shadow beside the couch, but even if it was just a black shadow, Yi Su could recognize him.

She looked at him quietly for a moment, cleared her throat, and whispered, "It's raining?" ”

Jin Qi didn't answer and turned around. Yi Su knew that his face was covered with black and red dried blood, and he was not good-looking, so he hurriedly said, "Don't light the lamp." ”

Jin Qicai ignored her, felt the flint, but paused, finally threw the things away, sat down on the edge of the couch, held the celadon wine urn in his hand, attached it to his nose and smelled it, and suddenly asked, "Does it hurt?" ”

His hot hand rubbed lightly against her face. The slap was so hard that her cheeks swollen.

For some reason, the burning pain in her chest turned into lingering sourness in an instant. Yi Su knew that he couldn't see it, but he still shook his head, "The wine is delicious." ”

Jin Qi felt that her cheeks were swollen, took out the wine jug on her waist, took a sip of himself, and put the cold wine jug on the side of her cheek and froze, his tone was extremely light, "Whether it tastes good or not is given by this king." This time it was the royal palace that was negligent, although the blame should be blamed, and the king continued. ”

When he spoke seriously, he always thought that the words "Niangniang" and "Queen Mother" were dirty. Yi Su breathed hard and shook his head again, "I can trust the prince." ”

"Naturally, I should believe it." Jin Qi chuckled sarcastically, "The Queen Mother knows her figure and appearance, and naturally she also knows that this king is not tired, but she is reluctant to die." ”

Everything sent to the palace is recorded, although Jin Qi covers the sky with one hand, it is difficult to stop the mouths of the people, even if he wants to kill the queen mother to usurp power and seize the throne, he will never use such a stupid method to set himself on fire.

He has spent all these years pacifying the country, and naturally he does not rely on the name of King Fengqu.