Zhu Huan looked at Zhan Xinglan curled up into a trembling ball with red eyes, and his heart was distressed to death.

The skin on Zhan Xinglan's wrist was almost all ulcerated, and the place that should have been a red rash was no longer a red dot, replaced by a black-red flesh that turned out, which was shocking to look at, and it was so miserable that it couldn't bear to look at it directly.

In addition, it is hot in summer, and the wound will suppurate if you are not careful.

The pain she endured was not only the psychological torture of disfigurement, but also the pain of her skin.

Zhu Huan gritted his teeth and held back tears.

If she could, she would be willing to bear these pains on behalf of Zhan Xinglan.

But no matter how she prayed to God and worshiped Buddha, she could only watch Zhan Xinglan suffer.

I don't know how long it took, Zhan Xinglan slowly raised his head, and his body no longer trembled so much.

She raised her eyes and trembled slightly, and picked up the handkerchief on the table.

Then gently wipe off the marks left by the prescription on the wrist.

The viscous dark green drug is wiped clean little by little.

Zhan Xinglan's heart also mentioned his throat.

Sixteenth ......

Her confidence in concocting the antidote was eroded by failure after failure, and her heart was teetering on the verge of collapse.

"Three ladies! The rash is gone!"

Zhu Huan's eyes widened and he exclaimed, and he couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

The two eyes poured tears like a waterfall.

"Third lady, you have developed an antidote."

Zhan Xinglan stared at the white jade-like skin in a daze, and after confirming it again and again, he finally cried with joy.

"I succeeded, I finally succeeded!"

Zhan Xinglan turned his head and hugged Zhu Huan's waist, and the master and servant instantly cried.

The sky, which had been clear for nearly a month, finally swept over the capital today with rolling black clouds.

After a terrible roar of thunder, the rain poured down.

Just hearing the sound of rain hitting the ground can imagine how heavy it is.

The pouring rain brought a touch of coolness to the hot and steaming capital, and also trapped people under the eaves.

Fu Xuanlin looked out of the door with a pale face, and the oil-paper umbrella in his hand looked extremely small under the torrential rain.

Just as he was about to step out under the cornice, Bailimo stopped him.

"Lord, wait for the rain to get lighter before you go. After a long journey and a weak body, the prince should have a good rest, you only slept for half an hour and woke up, how can you recuperate?"

Fu Xuanlin clutched the white jade bottle in his hand tightly and looked ahead without squinting.

"This king has rested enough, and this antidote will be given to her by himself."

With that, Fu Xuanlin held up an oil-paper umbrella and walked into the rain.

The rainwater in the courtyard fell on the ground and did not have time to drain away, so it gathered on the ground and formed a small lake.

The inky brocade boots were so inky and gold-embroidered that they barely reached the uppers of their shoes when they stepped into the water.

Baili Mo watched Fu Xuanlin tread water and leave, and hurriedly held up an umbrella and ran towards Fu Xuanlin.

The sound of rain echoed violently and rhythmically in his ears, and Baili Mo could only shout to suppress the sound of rain.

"Lord Wang, my subordinates beg you, go back and rest, and wait for the rain to stop before you go."

Fu Xuanlin seemed to be unable to hear Bailimo's advice, and walked forward on his own.

He desperately risked his life to find an antidote, just to let Zhan Xinglan recover as soon as possible.

As long as he thought of Zhan Xinglan being tortured day and night, his heart was like a knife.

Now that he can finally get the antidote to her, even if there are knives in the sky now, he will go to her.

Suddenly, Fu Xuanlin paused.

The whole person was groggy, and everything in front of him gradually blurred and dim.

Fu Xuanlin shook his head, trying to keep his brain awake.

But the sound of rain in my ears and Bailimo's shouts became less and less clear, as if all the sounds were wrapped in several sounds

bed in a quilt.

Suddenly, the oil-paper umbrella fell to the ground and was instantly engulfed by the rain.

Fu Xuanlin's eyes darkened, and he fell straight down.

"Lord Wang!"

It rained heavily for three days.

After the rain stopped, there was still a smell of dampness on the ground in the capital.

The water on the pavement evaporates little by little under the harsh sunlight.

The leaves and flowers are as if they have been washed, and they are more vivid and enchanting.

"I'm sorry Lord Wang, you still forgot about me. I really can't spend my life with you with such a face, I'm sorry, just because I never appeared in your life."

Zhan Xinglan stood on the Lanxing Tower, smiling at Fu Xuanlin in despair.

Then she opened her arms and leaned back.

"No! Lan'er! Don't!"

Fu Xuanlin rushed to Zhan Xinglan like crazy, but he couldn't even pull her sleeve.

"Tom!" Bang.

Blood instantly stained Zhan Xinglan's plain white dress......

"No! Lan'er!"

The huge despair broke Fu Xuanlin's last psychological defense, and also pulled him back to reality from his dream.

"Oops! Lord, it hurts so much that you scratch me."

A familiar voice rang in my ears.

Fu Xuanlin immediately opened his eyes.

The person on the edge of the bed was wearing a goose-yellow hat, but he recognized her at a glance.

"Lan'er!"

Fu Xuanlin sat up all of a sudden and hugged her into his arms.

The feeling of being lost and regained turned out to be so frightening and joyful.

The scene in the dream still flashed in his mind, and it was not until he felt the sound and temperature of the breathing of the person in his arms, and saw that he was in the dormitory in front of him, that he believed that it was just a terrible nightmare.

His Lan'er didn't leave her, she was alive in his arms.

"Xuanlin, what's wrong with you?"

Zhan Xinglan gently patted Fu Xuanlin's back and asked gently.

Xuanlin?

Such an affectionate title actually came out of Zhan Xinglan's mouth. Z.br>

Fu Xuanlin's head was hot, and he immediately let go of Zhan Xinglan.

"What do you call me?"

"Xuanlin, you are my husband, so it's more affectionate to call you like this. Don't you like it?"

"No," Fu Xuanlin hurriedly took her hand covered with scarlet dots, "I like it when you call me that."

Zhan Xinglan smiled and looked at Fu Xuanlin through his hat, his deep eyes shining like a galaxy.

"By the way, Lan'er, I brought the antidote back, and you don't have to wear this hat anymore."

Zhan Xinglan put away his smile, lowered his head and said in frustration, "I tried it, but the antidote didn't work."

Fu Xuanlin's heart sank, "What?"

Zhan Xinglan sighed, "I may not be able to recover my appearance for the rest of my life, Xuanlin, or we should be reconciled."

"I will not be reconciled with you. I know that you don't mind others talking about it, and I am willing to disfigure myself and be an ugly couple in a cold country with you. In short, no matter what happens, I will never let you leave me again."

Fu Xuanlin's eyes were resolute, and the hand holding her tighter.

Zhan Xinglan looked at the fear and firmness in his eyes, not only remembering the scene when Baili Mo came to the Ming Mansion in the rain the day before yesterday to ask to see her.

The rain poured down, drowning out the knocks.

It wasn't until the sound of the rain became quieter that the knock on the door alarmed the small people in the house.

Without saying a word, Bailimo rushed to the outside of Wangshu Pavilion, and shouted towards the closed courtyard gate: "Subordinate Bailimo! Ask to see the princess

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"Subordinate Bailimo! I want to see the princess!"

Bailimo's shouts in the rain finally alarmed Zhan Xinglan, who was lying on the bed without blood.

"Zhu Huan, Baili is here at this time, it must be Xuanlin who has an accident, help me up."

"Third lady, your current body is really not suitable for rain, so the maid will go and invite the Baili Dianjun in."

After a while, Baili Mo was standing on the first floor of Wangshu Pavilion with his body wet.

After a while, Zhu Huan walked down with Zhan Xinglan, who was wearing a hat.

Seeing this, Baili Mo hurriedly bowed his hand and said, "My subordinates pay a visit to the princess."

"Baili Dianjun, please," Zhan Xinglan raised his hand weakly, "The Baili Dianjun came in the rain, but something happened to the prince?"

"In order to find an antidote for the princess, the prince specially went to visit the old doctor Qiu who lived deep in the mountains and forests. Old Physician Qiu will make an antidote, but the herb grows in the poisonous forest of hundred ghosts."

"Although the prince has a body that is invulnerable to a hundred poisons, there are many poisons in the Hundred Ghost Forest that are extremely rare, and ordinary people have no return. When the prince came out of the Hundred Ghost Forest, there were several bloody wounds on his body that had been scratched by stingers. Because of the toxicity of the poison, even Old Doctor Qiu couldn't detoxify it."

As he spoke, Bailimo knelt down.

"The prince supported his body and returned to the capital non-stop. Yesterday, the prince suddenly fainted, and his subordinates invited the imperial doctor to take a look, and the imperial doctor was helpless. The subordinates knew that the princess was good at medicine, so they ......."

Zhan Xinglan listened to Bailimo's narration, and his heart suddenly seemed to be pricked by something.

It turned out that he left the capital to find an antidote for her.

even at the risk of his own life.

She said excitedly, "Baili Dianjun, please get up, I will go to treat the prince."

When Zhan Xinglan rushed to King Ling's mansion in a carriage, she saw Fu Xuanlin lying on the bed with a pale face, her nose instantly sore, and her throat was burning and stinging as if it was blocked by a fireball.

She choked up and said, "You all go out."

An hour later, Fu Xuanlin's face recovered slightly.

Zhan Xinglan stretched out his skin like congealed fat, and his slender fingers caressed his cheeks, and his eyes were full of emotion.

Thoughts drifted back, and Zhan Xinglan looked at Fu Xuanlin with bright eyes.

The two looked at each other, and their feelings flowed.

Fu Xuanlin let go of Zhan Xinglan's hand, and slowly raised his hands to take off Zhan Xinglan's hat.

"Xuanlin."

Zhan Xinglan shouted at him, and his hands stopped in the air.

"My countenance is truly horrible, do you really want to see it?"

Fu Xuanlin said gently: "Lan'er is a confidant, a wife, and a beloved to me, not an empty skin with only beauty and ugliness. So no matter what Lan'er's face is, Lan'er is always Lan'er, always the only woman I love, and the couple I want to spend my life with. Let me see you, okay?"

Zhan Xinglan bowed slightly, quietly waiting for the hat to be removed.

Fu Xuanlin took off his goose-yellow hat, and the light gauze slowly slid over his flowing hair.

A fair-skinned and beautiful face appeared in front of Fu Xuanlin.