Xiao Mei heard the movement and secretly came to the window of Yang Fan's house and eavesdropped on the conversation inside.

Yang Fan frowned and said, "Xiaoling, you go and find something to wipe this blood stain away, so that others don't see it." ”

He Xiaoling's body trembled because she was worried and scared, and said in a trembling voice: "Yang Fan, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me." ”

Yang Fan felt weak, shook his head and said, "I don't know, I will clean up this bloodstain first, and wait for the light rain to come back, so as not to be discovered by her." ”

He Xiaoling found a rag as she said, wiped the blood on the ground, and then wiped Yang Fan's face with a towel, her eyes full of worry.

Not long after, Zhao Xiaoyu led the doctor in.

The doctor stepped forward to treat Yang Fan.

Yang Fan looked at Zhao Xiaoyu and said, "Xiaoyu, you go out first." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu shook his head and said, "No, I want to accompany you." ”

Yang Fan's face turned cold, and he shouted, "Don't you even listen to my words?"

Zhao Xiaoyu looked at Yang Fan with an innocent face: "Yang Fan, I ......"

Yang Fan looked at Zhao Xiaoyu's expression, and his tone couldn't help but soften: "Xiaoyu, you go back to your house first, be obedient, I'll be fine." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu didn't quite understand what Yang Fan meant by doing this, but he left obediently.

Only then did the doctor begin to treat Yang Fan.

And on the roof of Yang Fan's house, a figure was prostrate on the tiles, paying close attention to everything in the house, this person was naturally Xiao Mei who was bent on killing Yang Fan.

After a while of probing, the doctor sighed deeply: "Lord Yang was already highly poisonous, and now the wind and cold have entered his body, which can be described as adding fuel to the fire, and my body is afraid that it will not be able to bear it." ”

He Xiaoling frowned and said, "Doctor, what do you mean by this." ”

The doctor shook his head and said, "Lord Yang's disease is no longer a cure, and no matter how good the medicine is, it can only be delayed for some time." ”

Yang Fan frowned and said, "Doctor, you tell the truth, how much time do I have left?"

Doctor: "With Lord Yang's current body, I'm afraid that he will cough up blood and die within a month." ”

He Xiaoling looked at the doctor in shock, shook her head and said, "No, Li Changtian's predecessor said that Yang Fan's poison will take at least a year to attack, and you must have made a wrong diagnosis." ”

Doctor: "What that person said was that Lord Yang was free of illness and disaster, but now the wind and cold have entered the body, affecting the toxicity in the body, causing the toxicity to begin to lose balance, and it is difficult to reverse it." ”

Yang Fan didn't expect this result, but he already knew that his life was short, and his mood was quite calm, so he asked, "Doctor, is there any way to delay the onset of toxicity?"

The doctor muttered, "I'll give you a prescription and insist on taking it every day, and you should be able to survive about three months." ”

The doctor laid out the pen and paper and began to write the prescription.

He Xiaoling was already blank, thinking that Yang Fan still had more than a year to do, and he could still think of a way, but now that he suddenly said that it was only a few months, he felt like he was missing a piece in his heart, and his whole mind was confused, and he felt like he was in a dream.

Xiao Mei on the roof frowned slightly, it turned out that Yang Fan didn't lie to her, it was really a short life.

Yang Fan chuckled lightly and said, "That's fine, doctor, don't tell anyone else about my condition, if others want to ask, you just say that you just suffered from the wind and cold, just rest for a while." ”

The doctor nodded in response, "Old man understands, Lord Yang is resting. ”

After He Xiaoling sent the doctor away, she turned back to Yang Fan's room, came to the couch and sat down, her eyes were already rosy, and she choked up: "Yang Fan, what should I do now?"

Yang Fan: "Don't tell anyone about this. ”

He Xiaoling nodded, then threw herself on Yang Fan and sobbed in a low voice.

Yang Fan took out a handkerchief to wipe He Xiaoling's tears, and said with a smile: "What are you doing, if you want to cry, wait until I die." ”

He Xiaoling's voice choked: "I don't want you to die." ”

Yang Fan smiled: "We are like this, how do we feel like a couple who are separated from each other." ”

He Xiaoling's body shook, and then raised her body with some twist: "You...... And the mind to joke. ”

Yang Fan said with a smile: "You can't change anything with a sad face, why don't you live happily, don't cry, so as not to let others see it." ”

He Xiaoling reached out and grabbed Yang Fan's hand: "Yang Fan, it's really only three months, what are you going to do?"

Yang Fan felt the warmth in his hand, and said with a wry smile: "What can I do?"

He Xiaoling: "Old Marquis Yang is a hero, there is only one son like you, if you really leave like this, the Yang family will really be doomed." ”

Yang Fan's expression froze, he is not the son of the old marquis Yang, but he is the only son of the emperor today, the same generation of single biography, his situation is actually more serious than He Xiaoling said.

He Xiaoling sighed in a low voice: "Yang Fan, otherwise, I'll help you have a baby." ”

Yang Fan was stunned and wondered, "How are you going to help me give birth?"

He Xiaoling snorted, pinched Yang Fan's hand a little harder, and said in a low voice: "You obviously know, and you still ask." ”

Yang Fan looked at his body with a smile and said, "I look like this, how do you want me to make a child?"

He Xiaoling shook off Yang Fan's hand, turned around and said, "Of course, it's to wait for you to get better." ”

Yang Fan shook his head and smiled: "Xiaoling, I know that you have been blaming yourself in your heart, and you always think that it is because of you that I will be poisoned, so you want to use all means to compensate me, but I, Yang Fan, do not need this kind of compensation." ”

He Xiaoling turned her head and explained, "Yang Fan, I am willing. ”

Yang Fan: "Don't say stupid things, if I really am about to die, I may really find a way to leave a descendant for my father, but it is definitely not you, and it will not be Xiaoyu, I treat you as friends, how can I harm you for the rest of my life?"

At this time, a servant outside the door hurriedly came to report.

"Lord Yang, someone at the gate of the yamen asked to see him, and the person who came claimed to be a relative of Lord Yang in Kyoto. ”

Yang Fan was a little curious in his heart, the relatives in Kyoto? He didn't know what other relatives there were in Kyoto, so he said, "Let him come in." ”

The official left, and not long after, he led a purple-robed man into Yang Fan's room.

The purple-robed man bowed to Yang Fan: "Meet Lord Yang." ”

Yang Fan was puzzled: "Who are you, what are you looking for me?"

The purple-robed man took out a fire paint letter and handed it to Yang Fan and said, "Lord Yang, this is a letter from Commander Ouyang, you will naturally understand after reading it." ”

Yang Fan was shocked, Ouyang Bo's letter, could it be that something happened in Kyoto?

Yang Fan took the letter, unfolded it, and only eight big characters were written on it: Er's father is seriously ill, return to Kyoto quickly.

Yang Fan hurriedly put away the letter and looked at the purple-robed man with his eyebrows: "When was this letter written?"

Purple-robed man: "It was written three days ago." ”

Yang Fan was puzzled: "In three days, how did you get here from Kyoto?"

The purple-robed man: "Day and night, tired of killing seven fast horses." ”。

Yang Fan said coldly: "How can I believe your words?"

The purple-robed man: "You let Senior Sister Xiaoyu recognize it." ”