Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

Xiao Huanzhi also looked worried. Didn't the imperial doctor say that Wen Yan's physical condition was just discomfort caused by the alternation of spring and summer? Why is coughing up blood so bad now?

The master's brows furrowed tightly, and he uttered in surprise: "The pulse comes and goes quickly, like a bird pecking at food. The master's temper is gone... Donor Wen, you..."

Wen Yan's face was bloodless and his lips were a little blue. He wiped away the blood around his mouth and whispered: "I know my physical condition well. Master just needs to tell me how long I can live... …”

If a bird pecks at the pulse, the heart will die, and the person who is awake will die in more than ten days, and the person who is sleepy will die in six or seven days.

Under the pine tree, the wrinkles between the master's brows rose. He did not answer, but asked Wen Yan to stick out his tongue again.

The tongue coating is purple.

No need for the master to say this, Xiao Huanzhi's expression became solemn.

"Alas..." The master sighed and said helplessly: "Almsgiver Wen, did you fail to follow the advice I gave you before?"

How could a body that was supposed to live for a year and a half end up like this? It was obvious that Wen Yan's heart disease was irreversible.

Wen Yan lowered his eyes. Ever since he met Zhu Baishao, his heart had been pulled by love and friendship. Where could he have a good rest? But he didn't expect that even a month would be gone.

"Master, can you prescribe some more medicine for me to prolong my life for a few more days?"

Wen Yan's voice was a little unwilling.

The wedding was just fifteen days away, and he had even chosen the wedding dress himself.

He knew that even if he got married, he would marry "Ye Qingxu" and not Zhu Baishao, but he still wanted to see her wearing a wedding dress for him.

Unexpectedly, he didn't even have fifteen days left to live.

How could he be willing.

"This……"

The master looked regretful and embarrassed. Wen Yan's condition was already a sign of death. He was just a mortal. How could he change his fate against the will of heaven?

"Ahem, cough, cough." Wen Yan understood the master's unfinished thoughts, and his mood fluctuated even more.

Xiao Huanzhi also looked at the master and said in a deep voice: "Master, if there are any precious medicinal materials needed, don't worry, just prescribe them."

"It's not that I just stood by and watched. It's really because I am powerless."

The master shook his head, stood up with one palm, chanted the Buddha's name, and stopped talking.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the courtyard became depressing.

Wen Yan coughed twice more and coughed up a mouthful of blood. He lowered his head and said with a smile, "Ten days will be ten days."

It doesn't matter if they can't get married, it's okay to help her kill her enemy, at least he can make her remember him.

Then he involuntarily raised his eyes and glanced at Xiao Huanzhi, who was frowning. His heart felt sour, and there was a flash of envy in his eyes.

Xiao Huanzhi noticed Wen Yan's expression, but for a moment he didn't understand where Wen Yan's envy for him came from.

On the other side, Zhu Baishao was in the guest room, sniffing the sandalwood and having a rare peaceful sleep.

It was almost dusk, and the setting sun reflected the eaves and green walls of the corridor, giving off a slanting glow.

"Bitao?"

Zhu Baishao walked to the eaves of the corridor and called out softly, but there was no response from Bitao. Instead, Wen Yan came out from one side of the house.

"You're awake, are you hungry?"

Seeing that there were only two of them in the yard, Zhu Baishao stopped pretending to be a blind girl. She nodded and followed Wen Yan to a room to eat something.

Wen Yan watched her eating and actually thought it would be nice to stop time like this.

"Where did Bitao go?" Zhu Baishao suddenly raised his eyes and asked.

Meeting her gaze, Wen Yan's heart skipped a beat, and then he said, "Bitao just went out for a while, and she seemed to be wandering around."

"That's it."

Zhu Baishao ate the remaining bite of pastry in his hand, but his eyes were thoughtful.

Bi Tao is the Prime Minister's person. After getting along with her these days, she can disguise herself well, but there are still some subtle details that show her flaws. Alas, it was indeed Chun Niang who arranged for her to come and monitor her.

She must have entered this plane and suddenly proposed to exchange lurking locations with No. 12, which aroused her suspicion.

I wonder if Bitao will be relied upon to inform the Prime Minister next...

Thinking of this, Zhu Baishao's eyes flashed, and he glanced at Wen Yan, who had a gentle look on his face opposite him. He thought to himself, Xiao Huanzhi's character is motivated only by competition, so I'm sorry.

She relied on Wen Yan to add fuel to Xiao Huanzhi's heart and ignite the small fire in his heart into a raging fire.

But she promised Wen Yan that she would definitely do it.

"Your Majesty is also staying at Jinhua Temple today..." Wen Yan hesitated for a long time and finally told the matter.

He pursed his pale lips and stared closely at Zhu Baishao's face, clearly seeing the flicker in her eyes and the unnatural expression on her face.

Sure enough, her sweetheart was Xiao Huanzhi.

Zhu Baishao naturally guessed Xiao Huanzhi's intention of coming here, which was nothing more than a new "waiting for the rabbit".

"The regent is here as soon as he comes... Didn't you want to ask for a marriage fortune sign before? Why don't we go and have a look while the sun has not set yet." Zhu Bai Shao went to wash his hands and looked back to tie Bai Ling.

In the original plot, this time next year, when Xiao Huanzhi is 29 years old, Wen Yan will die of illness.

She had never thought that Wen Yan would be so quick to take advantage of him and respond to his request.

Zhu Baishao didn't know at this time that Wen Yan only had about ten days to live.

Wen Yan was inexplicably surprised and stood up directly, "Okay."

He stretched out his arm, asked Zhu Baishao to take his hand, and walked out.

The two of them arrived at the main hall accompanied by the sunset. At this time, all the pilgrims had dispersed. In the main hall, there was only an abbot wearing cassocks and a few young novices packing the incense table. When they saw the two coming in, they said the name of the Buddha.

"Two donors, why are you here?"

Wen Yan's face was pale but elegant. He returned the gift and said a little shyly: "Abbot, my fiancée and I are here to ask for a marriage sign."

The abbot smiled kindly and led the two people forward.

Zhu Baishao bowed before the Buddha statue, shook the lottery tube gently, and a lottery came out. Wen Yan helped her pick it up.

Write "Happy flowers, full moon, long life".

They are all good words at first glance.

As expected, when the abbot saw the sign, he smiled and nodded, "Good flowers, full moon, and longevity are the best wishes in many people's hearts. They are the sign of good luck and good fortune, and they are also the last sign among the many signs in this hall." , whoever draws this lot will have a perfect marriage."

Zhu Baishao didn't expect that she would get this kind of lottery. She didn't believe it in her heart, but she didn't show it. She just smiled softly and stepped aside.

Wen Yan was a little silent. A hundred years of auspiciousness meant a person's lifespan. His life was short, so he still wanted to drag her down?

Absently, he asked for a lottery, "Two lives are in one body, but one is alone." When he caught a glimpse of the sign on it, he stuffed it back into the tube without letting the abbot explain.

"They're all about the same signature... It's getting late, and it's time for Bitao to go back. Let's go back too." Wen Yan changed the subject stiffly.

Zhu Baishao felt something. It seemed that the lottery drawn by Wen Yan was not a good one, so he reached out and took his hand.

"it is good."