Revlon

There was chaos at Tianshen Gate overnight, the forbidden army sealed off the city, the Zhenfusi and the Supervisory Office searched and arrested the whole city, the emperor's guards of honor went out of the palace overnight, the yellow house was thin, and the colorful feathers on the car were the feather-picking flag. The king's mansion drove straight in.

Xinwang Mansion was brightly lit, and there was chaos inside and outside the palace. The imperial hospital brought Pu Shan, Zhao Tianjian, and all the imperial physicians to the Qianqiu Hall.

Above the front hall, the emperor was wearing a python robe with eye-catching dragon patterns, and sat on the grand master's chair with his forehead supported.

Pu Shan rushed out of the inner room in a hurry, just as his knee touched the ground, the emperor raised his head slightly.

It was a face very similar to Qi Chen's, years had carved marks on his face, between the brows that were not angry but mighty, with exhaustion, he sighed deeply, "How's the situation?"

With sweat on his forehead, Pu Shan said: "Back to the emperor, the arrowhead has been taken out, it is a few points away from the heart, but the arrowhead has quenched the poison of many kinds of snakes, for a while..."

The emperor raised his reddened eyelids slightly.

Pu Shan lowered his head: "There is no solution for a while."

As soon as Pu Shan said this, all the medical officers dared not lift their foreheads from the ground.

The emperor stroked the jade finger on his fingertips, and closed his eyes heavily. Excessive emotions were melted under the majesty of the royal family. Only the extremely restrained pain in his eyes made him look like an ordinary father .

His tense voice trembled slightly: "Is there no other way to solve it?"

Pu Shandao: "If given time, Zhao Tianjian and I may be able to formulate an antidote, but believe in the king... I'm afraid it won't last that long."

The emperor looked at Shen Yi'an who was standing outside the door: "Didn't Jin Yiwei catch the assassin? Is there an antidote?"

Shen Yi'an stepped into the hall in three steps, and reported: "Return to the emperor, the captured assassin has been sent to Zhao Prison to be tortured and tortured, and he has not asked for an antidote."

"My Majesty, the old minister has an idea, which may save His Highness Wang Xin!" Zhao Tianjian, the envoy of the Imperial Hospital, suddenly raised his head and said.

The emperor said: "Ai Qing speak!"

Zhao Tianjian moved to the front of the holy place: "The old minister once followed the hussar general to fight in northern Xinjiang, and saw a famous doctor hidden in the market who used secret recipes to cure all kinds of poisons. The old minister was lucky enough to get a glimpse of it back then. I don't know if it will work."

The emperor said again: "What is the secret recipe?"

Pu Shan immediately objected: "Your Majesty is absolutely forbidden, how can folk secret recipes be used in..."

The emperor turned his eyes to look at Pu Shan, and said: "Does Pu Aiqing have a better prescription?"

Pu Shan: "This..."

The emperor suppressed Pu Shan'an's usual remarks and signaled Zhao Tianjian to continue.

Zhao Tianjian continued: "This secret imitates the method of fighting poison with poison in medicine. It is to inject a little venom from a red-headed iron brand into the body of a cow or horse. The effect can only be seen if the blood is circulated in the palace, but this method is very dangerous..."

"How sure are you?" The emperor straightened his body and looked at him.

Zhao Tianjian hesitated for a while, and said: "Although this method has miraculous effects, the veteran has never tried it, so... less than [-]%."

Zhao Tianjian's lingering voice hadn't faded away, and there was a commotion in the hall. The imperial physicians who had been drooping their brows and holding their breath finally couldn't hold back, but no one dared to say more.

Upon hearing this, Pu Shan kowtowed anxiously and said, "Think twice, Your Majesty, the red-headed iron burner is a poisonous snake, one mouthful of venom is enough to kill hundreds of people, don't try it lightly!"

The emperor also began to hesitate. The red-headed iron brand was once hunted and killed by the people because of its fierce poison and wounding people's lives. Now it is almost extinct. The method Zhao Tianjian said was unprecedented, and the success rate was less than [-]%. More win less bets.

After a while of silence, the emperor suddenly said: "How long can he live?"

Pu Shan said: "Back to the emperor, the poison in King Xin's body is very dangerous. If he bleeds every day and hangs him with medicine, it will take about... five days."

"Fifth day..." The emperor frowned and pondered for a long time before shouting, "Shen Yi'an."

Shen Yi'an: "The humble job is here!"

The emperor got up and strode out of the hall, leaving only one resolute order: "Take someone to find it! Even if you dig out the whole mountain, you have to find one for me!"

Shen Yi'an responded: "The humble post takes orders! Respectfully send the emperor off!"

Xiaoxiang Pavilion——

As soon as Xiaoyue returned to the palace, Ming Shuo forcibly sent him back to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, saying that the palace is full of court ministers, the emperor's eyeliner, and that Qi Chen blocked the arrow for him must not let the emperor know.

But with Qi Chen whose life and death are uncertain, how can Xiaoyue feel at ease.

Since Mingshuo came the news from the Qianqiu Palace, saying that Qi Chen's body was poisoned and died soon, and after the emperor ordered to take the risk, Xiao Yue sat expressionlessly on the imperial concubine chair by the window, staring absently at the burning carbon basin for a long time He didn't move, he seemed to be thinking about something, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

Qi Delong and Chu Yu sat on the ground among the green bonsai.

The two were surprisingly quiet today, and they also received worse news, but they dared not tell Xiaoyue, for fear that he would not be able to bear the excitement.

Two princes were assassinated one after another. It was rumored that the assassin who assassinated Qi Chen was the same group as the one who assassinated the prince. If this was not done by the Shentong Houfu, the assassin's next target would be Fang Yuwu. The mansion is strictly guarded against death, firstly, it is suspicious of Fang Yuwu who happened to sneak out of the mansion, and secondly, it is also to protect his safety.

Qi Delong looked at Xiao Yue's direction, then at Chu Yu in front of him, and let out a sigh of helplessness.

Suddenly, Xiao Yue took a deep breath.

The two looked over quickly, only to hear Xiao Yue say in an extremely calm and gentle voice: "My heart hurts so much."

Qi Delong suspects that he heard it wrong, Xiaoyue can say "heartache" so clearly.

Qi Delong stared at Xiaoyue's motionless face, and said, "It's not heartache, you're about to ascend!"

Xiaoyue's eyes shifted and landed on Qi Delong's face: "I feel like there is a sharp ice cone in my heart. It's cold and painful. I really want to close my eyes..."

Qi Delong met his gaze and said: "You are cold because you fell into the lake and ran around the city in wet clothes, the pain is because you were frightened, the heart muscle contracted suddenly and caused colic, and you want to close your eyes because you have a fever. "

Xiao Yue looked at him stubbornly: "No."

This feeling is too familiar to him. His heartache does not come from physical pain in the body. It is a stone that is constantly expanding in the chest cavity, squeezing the entire chest cavity to the point of exploding. Every time a person takes a deep breath, the body trembles with cold.

He was afraid that Qi Chen would die, why was he so afraid, because...

…because……

He didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to admit it.

Xiao Yue closed his eyes, exhaling slowly and heavily.

Although Chu Yu is young and doesn't understand anything before love, he still understands heartache: "Are you worried about King Xin?"

Xiaoyue's heart shrank suddenly as the words hit the mark.

Once Qi Delong realized it, he knew that something would happen if Xiaoyue and Qi Chen got together.

He jumped up like a grasshopper, sat down next to Xiao Yue, pointed at his pale face, and said, "You you you! Wake up! Who is Qi Chen? How can you...you are crazy right?"

Xiao Yue looked at him and said, "I don't know...Professor Qi, what should I do now?"

"Don't miss him! Forget him!" Qi Delong said, "Now even the emperor is treated as a living horse doctor, and he is probably close to death. Think about how we can save our lives after he dies, signal pump I haven't found it yet, and you are likely to be arrested and buried with you, do you know?"

"Professor Qi..." Xiaoyue suddenly had a sore nose, "I can't stop, my mind is full of him now, what should I do? I really want... really want..."

"What do you really want?" Qi Delong and Chu Yu said in unison, their eyes wide open.

I really want to see him... Xiao Yue moved his lips, but stopped talking.

He was taken aback by his own thoughts, he tried his best to restrain and stop it, but what he got in exchange was not inner peace, but pain.

He suddenly thought of Ye Zhao, that strange feeling of guilt made him tremble even when he breathed, Ye Zhao was the person he loved the most, the only person he loved...

"Yes, I only love Ye Zhao, I can only love him, I can't see Qi Chen anymore."

Qi Delong heard Xiao Yue muttering.

Qi Delong patted his thigh: "That's right! You have a fever, you drink medicine and sleep with him, and nothing will happen when you wake up tomorrow. Anyway, Qi Chen can live for another five days, right? You have five days to find the signal pump, and then you can go back and save Ye Zhao, think more about your Ye Zhao, and don't think about that ruthless Qi Chen!"

"Okay." Xiao Yue nodded.

He regained his composure, took the medicine bowl handed over by Qi Delong, gulped down the cold medicine in one gulp, then went into the bedroom without looking back, shrank into the bed and covered himself with the quilt.

But he didn't feel sleepy at all. He began to recall the details of meeting, acquaintance, and love with Ye Zhao, but he couldn't help but think of Qi Chen's eyes, and his back that resolutely stood in front of him. Finally, he found out horribly that , I have already become dependent on Qi Chen invisibly.

He used to rely on Ye Zhao so much...

Xiaoyue huddled tightly, since he came to this strange place, he has never missed Ye Zhao so much like tonight, thinking that he couldn't stop crying, if Ye Zhao was here, he would not be dependent on others... …

But Ye Zhao is not here. There is no Ye Zhao in this world. When he is afraid, he can only carry it. When he is helpless, he can only endure it. When he is sad, he can only sleep and wait for the dawn. The only person he can rely on is Qi. Chen.

But it was Qi Chen who killed him, and it was Qi Chen who saved him...

...It can't go on like this, it can't be like this anymore.

Xiaoyue kept saying sorry to Ye Zhao in his heart, thousands of times, ten thousand times, and finally fell asleep in overwhelming fatigue.

In the dream, the Prince Xin's Mansion hangs a mourning silk, Qi Chen dies, he sees Qi Chen's coffin being buried with his own eyes, and the Prince Xin's Mansion is disbanded, he stands in front of the gate, watching his servant Ding go away, and when he turns around, the mansion of the Prince Xin The courtyard was overgrown with weeds and was desolate.