Doting on your wife to no end: The evil regent is reborn and is too clingy

It's day, evening.

The dim light of the setting sun falls warmly on people, making life a bit lazy.

The guard guarding the entrance of the tent was holding a gun in his hand and taking a nap against the barrel of the gun. The commander who passed by gave both of them a kick and scolded them in a rough voice:

"Cheer up, everyone! The careful people have run away, and I'm asking questions about you!"

Inside the tent, Jiang Yan slowly opened her eyes, feeling weak all over. She sat up with support and rubbed her temples. She was about to call out to Lu E when she realized that something was wrong with her surroundings.

The furnishings here are crude, the green gauze tent is old, the depth is only a few steps, and even the ground is uneven.

Not the regent's tent.

At this moment, a voice from outside came in:

"I sleep every day and am unconscious. Where can I run to? Your Majesty is too careful."

"You kid! Are you looking for death?"

coma?

She suddenly woke up: this was no longer the day she fell into the water.

If they have been unconscious for a long time, it means that it has already passed the eighth day of April. If the prince is still alive, it means that their plan has been exposed.

Jiang Yan's heart beat fast: I wonder how the king is doing?

She wanted to get out of bed, but found it difficult to move her legs. She seemed to feel something in her hand. She picked it up and took a look - a golden needle!

"Jiang Peirong's golden needle?"

Apparently, the coma was caused by them. If the golden needle hadn't accidentally slipped, he would still not be able to wake up.

Jiang Yan touched his unconscious lower body with both hands, not missing an inch. He finally found the location of the golden needle and pulled it out.

She groped and cautiously made her way to the tent door.

The evening breeze passed through the mountain forest. When the two guards at the door saw Shi Chang left, they began to chat to kill their sleepiness.

"... Master Huyan is not an ordinary person in his account. I heard he is the King of Nanchu."

"King Nanchu!!!"

"Ouch! Oh my god, please keep your voice down."

"Isn't that Centurion Cangmin? How did he become the king of Nanchu? You didn't hear what Old Man Liu said, did you? He didn't say a word of truth."

"What General Qi said when he was chatting with General Li is not wrong, but he probably won't live long."

"The prince wants to kill him?"

"The prince was not in a hurry to kill him. He was stripped of his pants and tortured in public that night, which cost him a hundred strokes. The prince also asked the doctor to treat his injuries. Who knew that there was poison in his body, and drinking the decoction would intensify the poison. "

"Is there such a thing?"

"The face was rotten. Mrs. Shen even went to take a look. She checked his pulse and said that his internal organs had begun to rot. She said that in a few days, he would die from intestinal piercing and rotting."

The two people outside the tent were still chatting.

Jiang Yan put his flexed index finger into his mouth and bit down with his teeth, trying to wake himself up.

Those are all toxicities associated with the drugs used in disguise. As long as you take the antidote in time, you will be fine.

The king is poisoned, thinking that Xuti Puyi has been poisoned.

The sun was sinking a little lower, and the crows in the forest could be heard. Jiang Yan walked to the window, made a few bird calls, and then lay down on the bed.

The guards at the door came in and looked at each other and then went out, one complaining about the other.

"It's just a living dead, how can there be any movement? You are so suspicious."

"Today the crow is sending chills down the back of the person. It's always a good idea to be more careful."

The sky was dark, and two crows were heard outside the tent window. She felt a chill when she heard it:

There was not a single helper left in the camp.

Except for her, no one can save the king.

She walked to the window in the dark, opened the curtain, and the raven put the dark purple flask in his mouth into her hand, and then flew away.

Jiang Yan uncorked the bottle, poured the pills into the palm of his hand, put them under his nose for confirmation, and then put them back.

Listening to the footsteps of patrols passing by outside, she deliberately overturned the stool in the tent to attract the two guards in, then knocked them unconscious and took off their clothes.

She put on the clothes of a guard and walked to Hu Yanyu's tent in a calm manner. Under the pretense of delivering medicine, she was caught off guard and struck two people at the door, knocking them unconscious and searching for the keys on her body.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty?"

Jiang Yan opened the cell door and got into the cage. He felt heartbroken when he saw He Lianjue's disheveled hair and the dark blood stains on his prison uniform.

"These beasts, how dare they?"

She held him in her arms and pushed her hair away. His face was mottled with blood, and his original facial features could no longer be distinguished.

"Yan'er..."

Helianjue's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hands shaking with difficulty, then lowered them again.

"Come on..."

His lips moved, his voice was inaudible, and the timbre could not be heard at all.

"Your Majesty, don't be afraid, Yan'er will rescue you."

Jiang Yan did not dare to waste time. She poured the medicine in the bottle into the palm of her hand and put it to Helian Jue's mouth.

"There is an antidote here. Take it quickly. After changing your clothes, you can go all the way west, enter the mountain and hide in a cave."

She hurriedly put the other guard uniform she had brought on Helianjue and said succinctly:

"Pu Yi is dead. The raven has searched around. There is no one of us anymore. Now is the only chance to escape. Your Majesty, please keep going west and hide in the mountains."

"I'll go back like this..."

He Lianjue shook his head, reached out and pinched the medicine on his lips into his palm, made a fist and put his hand in Jiang Yan's hand, "Take it and run away."

When people are in a hurry, they will lose their basic vigilance, especially when facing people they trust.

Jiang Yan said with relief: "It doesn't matter. The king's current disfigurement is caused by drugs. As long as he detoxifies, boil water with Jiuzhen Vine and cover his face, and remove the mask bit by bit, it can be restored in the future."

"My injuries are too serious and I can't survive..."

"No! It won't happen! Don't worry, Your Majesty. I've asked Raven to inform Hanya, and he will come to take you back soon."

Jiang Yan was moved by Helianjue to leave the last chance to him, "As long as you return to the palace, everything will be fine! The witch doctor will definitely cure you!"

"Yan'er can no longer accompany you."

She shed tears and wanted to give her a farewell kiss. When she leaned down, Helianjue raised his hand and turned it into a knife, slashing her neck.

Jiang Yan fell like a leaf and was pushed away before he could touch He Lianjue.

"He Lianjue" stood up and walked out of the tent. When the two guards lying on the ground at the door heard the movement, Gulu got up and bowed.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty."

?Big account.

Shen Yangui took the antidote, boiled water with Jiuzhenteng, and covered his face with a handkerchief.

Mo Chengying took a bath and changed clothes, and personally took off the mask for her. Next to her, Shen Yuanyuan's mouth opened wider and wider until her sister's face appeared in front of him.

Her big eyes blinked several times, she couldn't believe it.

"elder sister?!"

The sister she liked turned out to be her real sister. Shen Yuanyuan clapped her hands happily and jumped up and down, "It's my sister! This is my sister!"

Mo Chengying still wanted to kiss her, but Shen Yuanyuan fell into her arms first.

"Okay, Yuanyuan, come down quickly and let me take my sister's pulse."

Jiang Peirong took Shen Yuanyuan away and placed three fingers on Shen Yangui's wrist.

The master and slaves in the tent all waited with bated breath. Finally, when she felt her pulse, Mo Chengying couldn't wait to ask:

"How's it going? Is the medicine right? Is the poison cleared up?"

Jiang Peirong thought about it again and again and shook her head.

Mo Chengying seemed to have been hit by a stick at that moment, his joy suddenly disappeared, and he asked nervously:

"The medicine is wrong?"

Jiang Peirong still had thoughts on her face and shook her head.