This villain's style is crooked

That night.

The evening wind is bleak.

Ming Yan sat on the long steps outside Ci Ning Palace, staring blankly at the hazy crescent moon in the night sky.

The phoenix eyes, which were always indifferent like snow, were now filled with confusion.

He didn't know what else to do.

The antidote to Hundred Days Dream has been changed no less than a hundred times by him.

He tested the poison himself and healed his medicine, but he couldn't heal the queen mother.

He was like a night watchman, watching the candles in the palace lanterns burn out little by little.

The corners of Ming Yan's eyes gradually became moist, and suddenly a touch of softness and warmth wrapped around his cold body.

Lu Cha put the robe on Ming Yan's body: "Why haven't you rested so late?"

Ming Yan got up immediately and supported her: "It's cold outside, I help the Queen Mother go back."

"Aijia wants to see the moon."

Lu Cha looked at Ming Yan eagerly.

In just a few days, the once delicate and bright girl was already haggard and weak from the pain.

The brocade clothes that were supposed to fit were now a little empty because of their thinness.

Ming Yan lowered her reddish eyes, sat back to her original position, took Lu Cha's hand, let her sit on her lap, and wrapped her robe carefully around her body.

Lu Cha adjusted her posture and leaned comfortably on Ming Yan's shoulder.

She has been lying in bed recently, and she can finally come out to breathe~

Since Mu Lanyue revealed the cause of Ming's father's death, coupled with the time spent together, the little villain's blackening value was completely cleared, and his favorability value reached full.

Now, there is only one last wish left by the original owner.

Lu Cha pinched Ming Yan's fingers lightly, and stopped calling herself Aijia:

"When I get better, let's go out of the palace again."

"The last time I left the palace, I didn't eat anything delicious."

"I remember that near Jiang's Mansion, there is a shop with sugar steamed crispy cheese, which is delicious."

Ming Yan hugged the girl in his arms tightly: "The minister will buy it for you tomorrow."

Lu Cha hummed happily, and happily told Ming Yan about the folk delicacies that he heard from the palace people. 【1】【6】【6】【Small】【Say】

Because she is prone to drowsiness now, Lu Cha fell asleep without speaking for a long time.

Ming Yan carried her back to the palace and carefully put her on the bed.

Looking at the pale girl, Ming Yan silently covered the brocade quilt, and put her fingertips on her slender wrist.

Even if he doesn't want to face it, the facts are already in front of him.

The Empress Dowager is frail and suffering from old illnesses, and with meticulous care, it is only possible to live to her old age.

If she gets sick and poisoned, based on her physical condition, it will be several times worse than ordinary people.

If she is not treated in time, her body will decline faster.

The reason why the antidote is useless is because it is too late.

It was him who pushed the Queen Mother to death with his own hands.

Ming Yan bit her lip tightly, raised her hand to cover her scarlet eyes, and a heavy sense of oppression rushed towards her face.

The bone-piercing pain spreading from the heart, it was hard to distinguish whether it was the poison in the body, or the thousands of sharp knives called regret.

Sorry for these three words, they are too weak.

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In less than half a month, Lu Cha's body was already at the end of its strength.

Even Ming Yan's decoction could not stop her pain.

Lu Cha couldn't fall asleep day and night, and didn't even have the strength to sit up.

Jinyu could no longer hide it, and the news that the Empress Dowager was critically ill finally got out.

After entering the palace from Mingyan, the Compassionate Ning Palace, which did not allow anyone to enter, also removed the guards, as if waiting to say goodbye.

Mu Lanyue went to the Compassion Palace immediately.

This was the first time she saw Lu Cha in more than half a month.

The girl lay quietly on the bed, her lips lost all blood, like a delicate and broken puppet, without the vitality of the past.

Mu Lanyue opened her lips, wanting to say something, but a ball of cotton seemed to be stuck in her throat, making her choke uncomfortably.

Only the big teardrops rolled out of the eye sockets.

Queen Mother, how did it become like this?

Lu Cha reluctantly evoked a smile, and said in a weak voice, "Lan Yue is not crying."

She moved her fingertips lightly, and Jinyu presented the prepared sandalwood box to Mu Lanyue.

"A few days ago, Ai's family didn't go to the post-sealing ceremony, but they prepared a gift for you."

Mu Lanyue opened the box tremblingly.

Inside is a pearl phoenix hairpin that only the queen mother is eligible to wear, symbolizing the supreme status.

"Aijia gave it to you."

"From now on, you will be the only mother of a country."

Mu Lanyue didn't understand the meaning of Lu Cha's words.

Enduring the sadness in her heart, she bent down and saluted: "Lan Yue, I will definitely not shame the Queen Mother."

"Lan Yuedai, do you look good?" Mu Lanyue inserted the phoenix hairpin into her temples, but her eyes were red.

Lucha nodded her head: "Aijia's Lan Yue is the prettiest."

In a word, Mu Lanyue almost couldn't hold back, and burst into tears on the spot.

She turned around quickly, pretending to pour tea for Lucha, but actually secretly wiped away the unstoppable tears.

The queen mother is always so gentle to her.

But God, what are you doing again? !

Mu Lanyue tried her best to calm down and let Jinyu rest temporarily, while she stayed to take care of Lucha.

Not long after, Li Yuanfan, who received the news, hurried over with several oiled paper bags in his hands.

The refined and elegant young man, who was always calm in times of danger, almost stumbled when he entered the palace: "My minister, I brought the queen mother's favorite Chengdong roast chicken."

Lu Cha's eyes lit up, but Nai He didn't have the strength to get up, so he could only stare straight at it.

Fortunately, Mu Lanyue understood deer tea, so she immediately took the oiled paper packet, opened it, tore it into small pieces, and fed it to her.

"Delicious!" Lu Cha narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

Li Yuanfan sat awkwardly on a chair not far away: "Weichen's child is born, it's a little girl, after a while, there will be full moon wine."

"I would like to invite my mother to a banquet later."

He heard from the old people in the folk that if a seriously ill person agrees to the agreement, as long as it is not completed, the king of hell will not accept the other party's life.

Because the accounts in the world have not been settled.

It sounded ridiculous, but he wanted to try it.

Lu Cha's eyebrows and eyes slightly curved: "Okay."

"Then the Queen Mother will make an agreement with Weichen." Li Yuanfan seemed relaxed, but his heart was still extremely heavy.

I just hope that this folk rumor is true.

However, that night.

Lu Cha, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly curled up into a ball in pain.

Ming Yan, who was guarding the bed, woke up instantly, and immediately went to the outer hall to get the medicine.

Jinyu also woke up, and frantically wiped the dense beads of sweat overflowing from Lucha's forehead.

But when Ming Yan came back, after feeding a bowl of medicine, Lu Cha's pain didn't ease a bit, instead it became more and more serious.

It was as if someone was using a hammer to slowly break every inch of her bones, and then burned the red-hot iron through her flesh and penetrated deep into her internal organs.

Lu Cha tightly grasped Ming Yan's hand, whispering in a low voice:

"It hurts...I hurt..."

Ming Yan didn't know how to relieve Lu Cha's pain, hugged her helplessly, and could only repeat over and over again: "The minister is here."

He wanted to cook another dose of medicine, and wanted to try again, when the girl's hoarse wailing suddenly sounded.

Like the mournful cry of a small animal on the verge of death, it resounded in the brightly lit hall.

Ming Yan froze for an instant, and the blood in his whole body seemed to flow backwards at this moment, rushing violently to his head.

His ears were buzzing, but he didn't hear Jinyu's desperate cry.

Ming Yan lowered his head in a daze.

The girl curled up in his arms stared at her apricot eyes, and her long eyelashes were condensed with tears.

The little hand that was still clutching the front of his shirt just now had no strength to slip, and fell on the unmoving chest.

Ming Yan dragged the brocade quilt aside in a daze, and covered the girl: "I'm going to decoct the medicine, drink the medicine, it will be fine..."

He whispered, as if he didn't notice, his cheeks were wet with tears.

Ming Yan got up staggeringly, almost rolling and crawling, ran to the outer hall, and then brought back a white jade porcelain cup, still chanting the sentence:

"Drink the medicine and you'll be fine."

He numbly blew the soup in the spoon, and carefully fed it into the girl's mouth.

As much as you can feed in, as much as the decoction will flow out.

Ming Yan frantically wiped it with his sleeve, his soft voice seemed to be coaxing a child, but his eyes were empty and dead:

"Drink the medicine obediently, the queen mother, and I will get you chestnut cake later, okay?"

Just when Mingyan was about to feed it for the second time, Jinyu snatched the spoon, her eyes tearing apart: "Enough!"

"How long will the national teacher have to torture the queen mother before giving up?!"

"Are you going to let the Queen Mother leave unsafely?!"