Feng Qing didn't know how much she hated, and she couldn't even tell whether she loved or hated, she looked at Xi Yan, and her eyes burned with jealousy.

"Then you will kneel...... I hate you so much......"

Feng Qing muttered and glared at him, but Xi Yan was still expressionless, Feng Qing couldn't find the slightest humiliation from his face, as if it wasn't himself who was about to kneel.

Just as she was staring at Xi Yan, there was a figure walking in the mountain gate of Hanshui Villa, it was Zhao Hengyu, he was still in the white robe, he seemed to be about to fall when the wind blew, and he was still holding a wooden crutch in his hand, but Feng Qing had his back to the mountain gate and didn't see it.

"Qingmei ......"

As soon as Zhao Hengyu spoke, it was so soft, the dashing young man seemed to have disappeared, and what stood in front of everyone was just a sick and weak man.

Feng Qing suddenly turned his head and said incredulously: "Hengyu...... How do you get up? ”

Zhao Hengyu smiled miserably, and his lips turned even whiter: "Don't forget that I am also a doctor, or a doctor with more shrewd medical skills than you, and those medicines you ordered...... How could this be if I hadn't willingly obeyed? ”

"What are you going to do?"

Feng Qing stepped back step by step, but Zhao Hengyu walked slowly towards her with a crutch: "Sister Qing...... Give the antidote to His Highness, don't be obsessed anymore. ”

"Even you say I'm obsessed with ......"

Feng Qing suddenly laughed wildly, tears rushed out of the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and her makeup had become blurry.

"Take it!"

Feng Qing roared angrily, there was already an extra porcelain bottle in his hand, Xi Yan was about to take it, but Feng Qing threw it with all his strength, and the porcelain bottle was falling in the fire in front of the door, Xi Yan only heard a crisp sound, and his heart seemed to be broken in the fire with this medicine bottle.

"What do you do!"

Xi Yan rushed towards the fire, he only hoped that the medicine had not been burned by the fire, but Feng Qing hugged him tightly, Xi Yan threw her away, Feng Qing suddenly fell to the ground, her hair was scattered all over the ground, suddenly spurting blood, and her hair was blown away in the wind.

"Sister Qing!"

Zhao Hengyu coughed and panted to support her, and looked at Xi Yan in a panic, Xi Yan was already half-kneeling by the fire, reaching out to find the life-saving medicine, and even the corner of his robe had been burned by the fire.

Yu Xiao rushed to Xi Yan's side, he was always as cold as him, and he cried silently at the moment.

"Childe!" Yu Xiao desperately grabbed him and wanted to drag him away from the fire, but Xi Yan seemed to be unconscious, even though his hands had been burned with blood by the fire, he still struggled to go to the fire.

"Get out of the way! If you dare to pull it, I will cut you! ”

Xi Yun also rushed over, grabbed him with one hand with Yu Xiao, and dragged him away from the fire.

As soon as Yu Xiao let go, Xi Yan rushed towards the fire again, but Yu Xiao knelt hard, as if his kneecaps had been smashed on the cold ground.

Xi Yun also rushed to him to stop him, and as Yu Xiao knelt down, his head slammed on the ground, and he choked up: "Childe...... Don't look for it again, it's too late......"

"What did you say!"

Xi Yan kicked him to the ground, but Xi Yun got up and knelt in front of him again, hugging his legs so that he couldn't take a step forward.

"Madame...... Madame she, has gone to ......"

Xi Yan felt that his soul was suddenly withdrawn, and he walked towards the carriage step by step, and the blood on his hands dripped all over the ground.

An Ruofei seemed to be asleep, but her lips no longer had color, and Xi Yan didn't dare to pull her hand, for fear that the tentacles would be dead and cold.

Xi Yan wiped her hands clean on the soft cloth before gently touching her forehead, she always had a fever a few days ago, and now she ...... Her forehead had finally cooled down, but why, her hands were so cold.

Xi Yan held her hands up and put them to her lips to breathe softly, wanting to warm her hands...... But why is it getting more and more icy, Xi Yan hugged her tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to hold her soul that was gradually moving away.

The wind blew the curtain open, and the red firelight was exceptionally bright in the dark night, and countless soldiers with sharp blades had surrounded Zhao Hengyu and Feng Qing layer by layer.

Xi Yan put An Ruofei's face on his face, and watched the raging fire in Hanshui Villa blankly, tears had already slid down his cheeks and fell on An Ruofei's clothes.

Feng Qing sat slumped in place and laughed wildly, his forehead and hair were already stained with his own blood, Zhao Hengyu knelt and hugged her tightly, Feng Qing still smiled fiercely and sadly, she knew that there would be this day, so she had hidden flint fuel in the villa a long time ago.

The sky-high fire finally burned the Tibetan medicine and Tibetan medicine of Hanshui Villa to ashes, and then ended with the glory of Hanshui Villa for hundreds of years.

"She's dead...... She's finally dead, and my breath is smooth......"

Feng Qing suddenly bit his wrist, which had already been coated with poison, and the poison she made with her own hands still gave her her the last ride, and Feng Qing also fell down and fell into Zhao Hengyu's arms until he died...... She didn't forget to look at An Ruofei who was already cold in Xi Yan's arms with hatred.

Hate...... It really made her choose to destroy everything, including her own life and the lives of others.

The wind gradually subsided, the curtain fell back to its original place, and after the numbness, Xi Yan's heart suddenly cramped...... Fang Cai's numbness was not that it didn't hurt, but because it was so painful, it hurt so much that he couldn't believe it and didn't dare to accept An Ruofei's death.

She finally went, and it was a pity that she left so much, I wonder if she called herself when she left...... Xi Yan lowered her eyes and saw that there was a tear stain on her face, until she died, she was alone, and she should have been with her...... But he has been talking in vain, if he simply knelt down to Feng Qing, would he feed the medicine to her mouth at the last moment.

Even if Xi Yan knew that even if he knelt, Feng Qing would still throw the medicine into the fire......

Xi Yan suddenly kissed down, soft and dry lips against her cold lips, he kissed so intently, just because he understood that in the future, he would never kiss anyone's lips again......

Blood suddenly gushed up in his throat, and when Xi Yan raised his head, An Ruofei's gray lips were already a little more red.

At a glance, on the small sandalwood table, a piece of paper was neatly placed there, Xi Yan held it up in front of his eyes, but what caught his eye was a line of familiar handwriting:

Participate in the business, may you ...... Replace me with a white head.

It was only ten words, but she had exhausted all her strength, and she knew that she would not see him anymore...... I left this line of writing. Xi Yan seemed to see her struggling and calling for herself, how desperate should she be at that time? He is about to die, and the person he cares about the most is close at hand, but he can't touch a corner of his clothes.

Even to death, she was still thinking about him.

……

Hanshui Villa has become a white land, the first heavy snow in winter fell on Lingjiang, the snow fell on the scorched wood, fell into Zhao Hengyu's neckline, he suddenly picked up Feng Qing, who was also already cold, turned around and walked into Hanshui Villa, and never came out again.

Liu Peiqi stared at Zhao Hengyu, he knew that Zhao Hengyu had done nothing wrong, the only thing that was wrong was to pay Feng Qing for his heart......