Excuse me, I'm a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

"You're crazy, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you?" Li Rufeng just wanted to shake him awake, he just thought that Yan Jiuqin was sad for a while, but now he said such words, he didn't want to make up his mind alive.

"It's my fault. Zhaoyang shouldn't have married me. I shouldn't have married her. It's my fault that I didn't treat her well." Yan Jiuqin said dejectedly, seeing him lowering his eyes, Li Rufeng immediately supported him , "You are not wrong, it is not your fault."

Yan Jiuqin raised his face, his face was like jade, and smiled coldly, "I will go to apologize, if she leaves..."

After Li Rufeng heard this, he felt that this person was crazy, and then he suddenly felt angina, why... why did he care about her so much.He immediately yelled at the doctors and doctors who were crowded in the clinic: "What are you doing standing here? Why don't you save the princess? Do you want to get implicated and punished?"

The people around dispersed one after another, those who should read medical books, those who should make a diagnosis and then take a pulse, and some are prescribing a prescription for returning to light.

After Yan Jiuqin finished speaking, he went into the medical hall where Zhaoyang was lying.

Zhaoyang's face was as white as paper, and his closed eyes looked like paper figurines painted on.Yan Jiuqin took her hand, "Zhaoyang, you will come back to life... When you are done, let's leave..."

……

Yan Jiuqin persisted for three days, and all the doctors in the clinic did not disperse, and they were still treating Zhaoyang, the "blood-stained wandering soul".He lived and ate in the medical hall, and the prime minister also came to see him. Someone could remind him that the palace should be informed of the news that the princess is critically ill.

The prime minister shook his head, let's tell after death.He knew that spreading the news when he was critically ill would allow the princess and the emperor to see each other for the last time, and if the princess died and then informed, Long Yan would inevitably be furious.

But Yan Gupan hoped for a glimmer of life that would never exist.Because of his Jiuqin, he thought, the princess would not be so miserable.

On the fourth watch of the fourth day, Yan Jiuqin leaned on the table, and the outside light leaked in through the window with a sliver of chilly light.The person on the couch seemed to wake up blindfolded and called a few times.

Yan Jiuqin had put his elbows on half of the table, propped himself up, and closed his eyes to rest.For some reason, I had no sleep or dreams.In just a split second, Fang felt that his body was actually falling.

He raised his eyes, and the oil lamp dried up. Subconsciously, he went to look at the person on the couch, and saw that her eyes were still closed, and her lips were dry. Yan Jiuqin took a cup of tea, dipped a spoon in warm water, and applied it on her red lips. superior.

It got a little moister, and she was fed with mild tea. The tea dripped from the corner of her mouth, and Yan Jiuqin wiped it off with his sleeve. At this moment, the last trace of lamp shadow was flickering, and he saw that his sleeve was full of blood, which had solidified in the air. Dark purple, like mulberries.

The belt is still wide, but that's all.Yan Jiuqin tucked her in the quilt, and added firewood and charcoal to the charcoal stove, moving it closer to her body.Yan Jiuqin lay on the side of the couch, motionless.

The only oil lamp in the room was out.

Zhaoyang only felt a mass of warmth in his arms, and when he raised his eyes, he couldn't see the surroundings clearly. A trace of warm water was fed into his lips, and the surroundings became much warmer. The pain in his body disappeared, leaving only vague thoughts.

For some reason, Yan Jiuqin's words filled her ears these days.

It seemed to be the first time she had heard Yan Jiuqin swearing at people. The content was scattered, like arguing with a doctor, fighting with others, and even the sound of someone lifting him from the ground, and he overturned the table.

Quarrels and disputes seemed to have never happened to such a "sanctified" person like him.

In the past few days, she has been annoyed vigorously, but she can't make a sound to stop it.Before falling asleep and after waking up, there were occasional voices from Yan Jiuqin beside him.

It will not disappear, and I have never seen it not exist.

After a while, the sky was dark, and occasionally a few birds chirped on the branches.

I saw the faces in front of the bed next to the pillow, sideways, only half of the faces, with bruises on the eyebrows and eyes, I don't know how they were bumped, or they were caused by fighting.

There was blood stains on his face that hadn't been wiped clean, and purple red had accumulated long ago.

Very ugly.It shouldn't appear on his face, and I have never seen him so embarrassed.

Zhaoyang looked at it slowly for a while, unable to raise his hands, the red line under his ear was very obvious, like a crack, revealing the past to her.

……

More than ten days later.

"Even if she wakes up, her legs won't be healed, and she can only stay in bed for the rest of her life..." The doctor was already very surprised that Zhaoyang could come back to life, and only this sentence remained.

Yan Jiuqin only said, "It's good that she comes back to life."

There was the sound of porcelain being smashed and broken in the room, followed by Yan'er's "Princess, princess, don't be angry... Take care of your body, ah, princess..."

Yan Jiuqin hurried in. Zhaoyang woke up and found out that she was handicapped, so she lost her temper and threw things. Yan Jiuqin went over to stabilize her, "Princess, don't hurt yourself with anger."

Another antique in front of the couch fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and Zhaoyang sneered, "It's you who made me like this, Yan Jiuqin, it's you who made me unable to walk, and I will be disabled for the rest of my life." Dripping down, the appearance is so heartbreaking.

Yan Jiuqin let her scold her. Seeing that she smashed the porcelain, it was good that there was no cut on her hand, so she came down to pick up the broken porcelain, "If you dare to pick it up, I will let you kneel on it."

Yan Jiuqin just stood up, trying to coax her, but Zhaoyang pointed at the door, "Get lost."

"Calm down and I'll leave." Yan Jiuqin still wanted to negotiate terms with her, but Zhaoyang put the scissors across his neck again, with tears still on his face, he sneered miserably, "You won't get out, will you?"

"I'll go." Yan Jiuqin only watched the scissors under her throat nervously, and exited the room.

After the door was closed, there was another sound of smashing things and crying.

In the evening, Yan Jiuqin came again.

At the end of the day, Zhaoyang didn't take any medicine, so Yan Jiuqin took the warm medicine in Yan'er's hand, sat on the edge, and tried to feed Zhaoyang the medicine.

Zhaoyang saw the black porcelain bowl in his hand, "What are you doing here?"

Yan Jiuqin said honestly, "I heard from Yan'er that you refused to take medicine. I was worried about you, so I came to see you."

"Are you pitying me, Yan Jiuqin?" Zhaoyang stared at his face, only to find it amused by sarcasm.

"Princess, it's not that you will get better after taking medicine. You can be fine..." Yan Jiuqin said to comfort her, Zhaoyang smiled coldly, "Really, you want to give me medicine?" With teary eyes Looking at Yan Jiuqin.

He took a spoonful of the medicine from the spoon and brought it to her mouth.

Zhaoyang overturned the medicine bowl and splashed Yan Jiuqin's neckline. Yan Jiuqin only lowered his splashed eyes, looked at the white jade bowl broken into eight petals on the ground, and squatted down to clean it up.

Zhaoyang sat on the couch and looked at his appearance, "Who are you pretending to be like this for, Doctor Guanglu? Can you take up this official position without me?"

Yan Jiuqin only replied in a low voice, "Indeed, I'm nothing without a princess," and then walked out of the room.

Zhaoyang saw that he was angry with him and left, but he was not as relaxed as she said after he left.For some reason, he was so annoyed that he missed and dropped the surrounding things.

"Yan Jiuqin, you are nothing..."

The tears stayed, her eyes were red and swollen from crying for the past few days, and even a little tearing made her extremely painful.At this time, I can only cry and feel the real "dazzling" pain.

After a while, Yan Jiuqin turned back again, "What are you doing here?" Zhaoyang asked him loudly angrily, trying to hold back his tears.

Another bowl of medicine appeared in Yan Jiuqin's hands, "I'll feed the princess medicine."

Zhaoyang really saw that he brought another bowl, "I won't drink it." Like an urchin, he just wanted to embarrass Yan Jiuqin.

"If the princess doesn't drink, she won't get better." Yan Jiuqin replied with lowered eyebrows.

"Why are you so kind, don't you just want to see my jokes?" Zhaoyang raised his face and stared at him quietly.

Yan Jiuqin said sincerely, "I am the princess' husband-in-law. I am too sad. How can I read your jokes. Reading your jokes is humiliating me."

Zhaoyang snorted, and somehow forced tears.

Yan Jiuqin finally saw that she had calmed down a bit, so he coaxed her carefully, "Take a sip," and spooned up the soup, and after blowing it cool, he wanted to send it to Zhaoyang.

"Yan Jiuqin, if I let you die, would you go?" Zhaoyang asked him suddenly.

Yan Jiuqin stopped the spoon, "If the princess doesn't wake up, I will look for the princess in the underworld right now."

"Speaking is better than singing," Zhaoyang smiled coldly, his eyes were red, fortunately Yan Jiuqin did not dare to look up at her, he was always in a humble posture that she was more respected than him. "There is a bottle of medicine here. I asked the servant in the mansion to buy it for me. It is extremely poisonous, and one sip can kill you."

As he spoke, a small porcelain vase appeared on the palm of his hand, which was jade white and painted with a picture of a crane.

Yan Jiuqin only looked at the small and exquisite porcelain bottle, and Zhaoyang's voice rang in his ears, "Either I drink it, or you drink it." Zhaoyang's voice didn't stop, and asked lightly, "Do you want to drink? "

It means, Yan Jiuqin, if you don't drink it, I will drink this bottle of medicine.

Yan Jiuqin wanted to get her porcelain bottle, so he naturally thought that no one should drink the poison.

Zhaoyang thought that he would come up to snatch it, and hid it in his hand, "If you drink it, I will naturally live well. Don't you want me to live well, don't you just lie to me in what you said before?"

"Princess, this is a matter of life and death, so don't play around." Yan Jiuqin just looked at her in a daze and said, her face was snow-colored, her eyes were red, and she felt extremely pity.

"So you lied to me, and you can't even do such a request?" Zhaoyang laughed out loud, and after laughing, he was extremely sad, "You go, I don't want to see you again."

"It's my fault," Yan Jiuqin said to her, "you can punish me however you want, as long as you can recover."

"Really, take a sip, take a sip, and I promise you, I will drink the medicine well and recover." Zhaoyang said softly to him, when she looks like this forever, no one will reject her.

Yan Jiuqin took the porcelain bottle in her hand in a daze, and heard Zhaoyang beside him, his voice was as soft as water, "Drink a little, as long as you drink, I will get better."

Yan Jiuqin slowly pulled out the cork and held the porcelain bottle in his hand. Zhaoyang looked at him expectantly, Yan Jiuqin only slowly put the porcelain bottle in his mouth and lifted it up.

Before the medicine was imported, the porcelain bottle flew out of his hand in an instant, Zhaoyang shouted: "Are you crazy?"

In a trance, Yan Jiuqin saw that the porcelain bottle was about to be smashed to the ground, and the liquid medicine flowing on the carpet burned a huge gap in the carpet, and a puff of green smoke came out.