Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

Time passed bit by bit, and when Qi Yang's internal strength was gradually exhausted, the poisonous insect that had been lurking in his heart for many years finally left his fragile heart.

Qi Yang immediately blocked it with his internal force, and with the help of the medicinal mud, forced it out of the wound.

When the black bean-sized bug came out, Qi Yang picked up the cold jade box that he had prepared on the ground in advance and swept it in along with the medicinal mud.

The crisp sound of the box closing startled the anxious Xiao Jinglu. He could no longer hold back and rushed to the screen. He restrained himself and moved lightly over the screen. He saw the young man holding the wine jug and pouring wine towards his chest.

His hands and body were shaking visibly, and his face was as pale as gold paper, as if it would break if the wind blew.

The strong liquor took away the medicinal mud on the chest, but blood continued to flow out.

Xiao Jinglu's eyes suddenly turned red, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't make any sound. Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, he suppressed the panic in his heart and staggered closer.

The young man seemed to have noticed it, he raised his head and smiled, but his beautiful eyes were unfocused, he gently reproached: "You are so naughty."

The sound was so soft that it was almost drowned out by Xiao Jinglu's own heartbeat.

Qi Yang's internal energy was exhausted. He raised his hands with difficulty to seal the acupuncture points, but his body swayed and he fell backwards.

Xiao Jinglu was so frightened that his heart stopped. He rushed over to catch him, and felt his carotid artery for a long time. Only after he was sure that he was still alive did he breathe a sigh of relief.

He carried the man to the bed, asked Zhu Pan for some hemostatic medicine, sprinkled it on the wound and bandaged him, then found a clean towel, wet it with water, and wiped the blood off his body.

Only then did he realize that this man also had several faint scars on his chest, all of which were on fatal parts, but they were probably too old to be noticed without careful observation.

He threw the handkerchief into the copper basin. The originally clear water had been dyed red. He stared at his sleeping face for a long time without moving.

In the past, Ji Chongyang was always lively and bright, seemingly omnipotent. Even when his power was dissipated, he was only weak, not fragile. But it turned out that he had such a dark past, which made him look so fragile.

Xiao Jinglu sadly held the hand that taught him to read and write, and found blood stains between the fingers. He changed the water and a new handkerchief. After wiping both of his hands clean, he observed his hands again.

The ten fingers are slender and beautiful. At a glance, they look more like the hands of a scholar who is good at writing, playing the piano, and painting. They are very pleasing to the eye. But when you turn over the palm, you can see fine scars and thin calluses on the fingertips.

He remembered the touch of his back when he caught him and wanted to take a look, but was afraid of hurting his wound, so he gave up.

He quietly counted the wounds on his hands. The more he counted, the more uncomfortable he felt. Seeing that he didn't move, he gently placed his lips on him.

The beating of my heart was violent and painful.

He seemed to...really like him, not because of the desire caused by drugs, but because of the heartbeat.

I like his confident and high spirits, I like his unrestrained and carefree nature, I like his gentle whispers...but I hate the way he looks when he's hurt.

It was obvious that he was the emperor, the most honorable person in the country, but he had always been protected by Chongyang. For the first time, he felt extremely ashamed.

At this moment, in his mind, the goal of being a good emperor could not be clearer.

"Chongyang, do I disappoint you?"

The person on the bed suddenly groaned in pain. Xiao Jinglu quickly looked up and met Qi Yang's still somewhat confused eyes. He quickly asked, "How are you?"

Qi Yang narrowed his eyes, his vision slightly recovered, but he raised his hand and patted his head: "Lu'er is very smart and powerful."

In less than a month, most of his bad habits had been changed, and his temperament changed from being impetuous and irritable to being calm and tolerant.

The little emperor still looks very weak at the moment, but he is growing very fast, which makes Qi Yang very happy. His suppressed little thoughts are also showing signs of breaking out.

It's a pity that he is too young, and Qi Yang was calm for a moment.

Xiao Jinglu looked at him, his eyes reddened, he pursed his lips and asked, "Do you want to ask the imperial physician to come and see you?"

"No, just stop the bleeding. Go read a book, I'll rest for a while."

Xiao Jinglu nodded heavily, extinguished the candles near the bed, and then forced himself to immerse himself in the book.

After a long time, he felt a little sore in his neck. He looked back and found that Qi Yang was still lying flat on the bed without even changing his posture.

He remembered that this person always liked to roll around in the middle of the night. This was the first time he saw him so quiet. It must be because he was in too much pain.

He didn't know how much pain he was in, so he was too embarrassed to say that he was heartbroken too. He suppressed his trembling breath, continued reading, and occasionally wrote down his thoughts.

Qi Yang didn't know how long he slept. When he moved his eyes slightly, he could see Xiao Jinglu still sitting at the table. He felt the internal force slowly gathering in his body, guiding it to repair the wound on his heart.

When he was trying to get up, he finally alarmed Xiao Jinglu.

"Are you awake? Don't move, don't move. I'll carry you wherever you want to go."

Qi Yang's limbs were weak, and he fell back on the bed with a plop. He tried his best to control his expression and said calmly, "I want to go to the bathroom and take a shower."

Xiao Jinglu blushed, but still insisted on carrying him to the toilet, and pulled the rope to have hot water brought in.

Qi Yang's body was just like he had just undergone surgery. He was very weak and did not resist.

After recuperating for a while, his body gradually recovered and his internal strength also improved. He could go fight the Imperial Master at any time, but before that, he went out and kidnapped one of Xiao Jingchen's secret guards.

One poisonous insect is not enough for him, but it is troublesome to raise it, so it is better to get a ready-made one.

The person he tied up was An Bing, who had just returned from completing his mission and was about to report on his work.

An Bing was trained in the same batch as him, so he naturally recognized his appearance, but he didn't expect that he was still alive and in the capital.

But when Qi Yang said that he could help him get rid of the poison, the murderous look in his eyes froze, and surprise appeared on his cold face.

"Can you cure the poison?"

"Why else do you think I've survived until now?"

An Bing's eyes flickered, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Continue to lurk beside Xiao Jingchen and be my insider."

Qi Yang knew that he would agree, and he would only choose people who would definitely agree.

Sure enough, he said, "Okay."

Qi Yang didn't tell him how much it hurt. They all had the same training, and enduring pain had long become a habit.

He followed the same method and took out a small insect from the man's heart. After knocking the man unconscious, he repaired his injuries and walked away leisurely.

He will personally put the poisonous insect into Xiao Jingchen's body, so there is no need for anyone else to do it for him.