Quick Wear: Bai Yueguang perfectly interprets the success of saving the world

Yan Qing was listless after coming out of the courtyard. She had lost all her strength. She raised her hand to summon Fuyun and said in a very light voice, "Go back."

"Your Highness, I'm offended."

Fuyun half-lifted the person up, used his lightness skills and rushed to Qiyun Pavilion where Yan Qing lived.

Yan Qing closed her eyes and leaned in his arms. Her black hair was blown by the wind. Her eyelashes trembled slightly and she subconsciously leaned closer. She no longer had the unapproachable look of the past and actually seemed a little well-behaved.

Fuyun turned his head away and dared not look again. He silently quickened his pace and threw this inappropriate thought out of his mind.

However, his heartbeat became heavier and heavier, and his breathing became disordered for a moment, for fear that the person in his arms would notice something.

Fortunately, they soon arrived at Qiyun Pavilion. Fuyun carried the person into the bedroom and whispered, "Your Highness, we're here."

Yan Qing leaned on the bed and hummed softly, then casually took off the veil covering her face, and the blood color on her pale face disappeared.

"Take out the porcelain bottle from the third cabinet in the first row of the dark room."

Fuyun felt empty in his heart after putting Yan Qing down, but after seeing Yan Qing's snow-white face, those unnecessary thoughts in his heart instantly disappeared.

The expression behind his mask was extremely ugly. He walked quickly to the table and rotated the Changxin Palace lantern on the corner of the table counterclockwise twice and then clockwise four times.

There was a sound of a machine turning from the right wall near the bed, and the wall slowly opened to both sides, revealing a secret passage that was only wide enough for one person to pass through.

Fuyun quickly walked down the stairs and stopped beside a medicine cabinet. With a glance of his cold eyes, he found the porcelain bottle that Yan Qing wanted.

After getting the things, his figure flashed and he was back to Yan Qing in the blink of an eye.

Fuyun poured out a few pills from the porcelain bottle and poured a glass of water from the table and placed it on the carved wooden cabinet beside the bed.

He half-knelt in front of Yan, and his originally cold voice became gentle: "Your Highness..."

In just the moment that Fuyun went to get the medicine, Yan Qing's mind was already dizzy.

With the sudden drop in body temperature, even the perception of the outside world becomes slow.

I could vaguely hear someone comforting me in a gentle voice: "Your Highness, you will be fine after taking the medicine..."

Yan Qing felt that the voice was particularly familiar in her daze. She reached out to grab the man's sleeve, but felt a chill in her touch.

Yan Qing frowned slightly and whispered softly: "Royal brother... I feel so uncomfortable."

Her fingers were tightly grasping Fuyun's wrist, which was wearing a wristband. Fuyun's body froze and became stiff for a moment, not daring to move.

It was not until he heard Yan Qing call out the words "Royal Brother" that he closed his eyes, suppressing an unknown emotion.

After a long silence, Fuyun finally let out a sigh as if in compromise.

His voice was low, different from his usual indifference, and instead revealed a sense of clarity and brightness.

Fuyun changed his name and coaxed him softly, "Qingqing, be good. You won't feel uncomfortable after taking the medicine."

This time his words worked. Yan Qingwei's frown eased and she obediently swallowed the pill he handed over.

Fuyun was afraid that she would choke, so he didn't care about anything else and immediately put the water from the carved wooden cabinet to her lips and fed her.

"Qingqing, drink some water."

Yan Qing obediently sipped the water he passed to her lips. The water stains wet her lips little by little. Fuyun's pupils dimmed, and then she quickly lowered her head. Her heart was still unsettled.

Perhaps it was because the pill tasted too bitter. Even after drinking water, the bitter taste still remained in his mouth. Yan Qing tightened his grip on his wristband, feeling a little aggrieved: "Brother, it's so bitter."

Fuyun was slightly stunned. Was she afraid of suffering?

Over the years, Yan Qing drank the medicine in one gulp with no expression on her face. She had never shown any other expression, let alone acted like a spoiled child like she did now.

The corners of Fuyun's lips behind the mask curled up in a slightly self-deprecating arc. After so long, the similarity in tone alone could affect her.

It's really... enviable.

Fuyun breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to get up to find some candied fruit for her, but someone grabbed his wrist and he couldn't move.

He pulled out a pack of candies he had just bought and put one into her mouth.

His fingertips accidentally touched the soft lips, and his eyes became darker. In the end, he just grabbed Yan Qing's fingers that were holding his wristband and held them in his palm.

Perhaps the pills he took took effect, Yan Qing's face gradually regained some color, and Fu Yun's heart was also relieved.

Although Your Highness suffered from the poison attack earlier, it was not as serious as it is today. Fortunately, the pills are still effective.

The sky gradually darkened, stars twinkled in the sky, and the bright moonlight shone into the bedroom through the window, filling the room with bright light.

Yan Qing's breathing became heavier, his brows furrowed, and he seemed to be about to wake up.

Fuyun, who was guarding the bed, immediately noticed the movement. He had already let go of his hand. Seeing this, he called out softly, "Your Highness."

Yan Qing slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was a little dazed, but it regained clarity after a while.

She half-supported herself and sat up, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What time is it now?"

Fuyun poured a glass of water and replied, "Your Highness, it is already midnight."

Yan Qing took a sip of the water. Her complexion had improved a lot. As the candlelight flickered, she whispered, "I think I heard my brother calling me..."

Upon hearing this, Fuyun's body stiffened. Fortunately, Yan Qing's eyelashes drooped slightly after he said this, so he didn't notice his abnormality.

For a moment, there was silence in the bedroom. Yan Qing did not expect Fu Yun to reply to her. It was normal for this man to remain silent.

She raised her hand and rubbed her aching forehead. Perhaps it was because she kept thinking about that person today that she heard auditory hallucinations while she was unconscious.

But it's time to make decisions on some things, and she doesn't have much time left.

Feeling the strength slowly returning to his body, Yan Qing got up and got out of bed.

Seeing this, Fuyun immediately took a cloak and put it on her, then carefully supported her and asked with a puzzled tone: "Your Highness?"

Yan Qing walked to the desk and sat down. After grinding the ink, he picked up the wolf-hair brush beside him and started writing the letter.

The sleeve slipped down, revealing half of the white wrist, and the blue veins were clearly visible.

"My brother once asked me to take good care of Shi Yu, but I'm afraid I can't hold on for much longer. Shi Yu is still young, and the King of Zhenbei is a big worry after all."

When Fu Yun heard Yan Qing say that he couldn't hold on for much longer, a trace of pain flashed across his eyes. He half-knelt in front of Yan Qing, and his voice seemed to be suppressing some unspeakable emotion: "It is I who deserve to die."

Yan Qing's hand holding the pen did not pause at all, and he continued to write something on the paper.

"Get up. I don't blame you. You were just following orders."

Fuyun did not stand up, but just said: "Your Highness, there is still a way..."

Yan Qing interrupted him: "When I took the cup of poisoned wine, I knew that this day would come sooner or later. You don't have to comfort me. My body knows it well."

Yan Qing paused before continuing, "There is a poison called 'Bone-Eating Powder', which is colorless, tasteless, and has no antidote. Once poisoned, it will cause hidden injuries in the human body, making them worse little by little, and then slowly devour the vitality, making the poisoned person weaker until death."

"This is a chronic poison. The poisoned person cannot easily detect it. Even if they do detect it, they will only think it is an old illness caused by hidden injuries."

When Fuyun heard the word "poison wine", his heart began to ache.

The scene of that day appeared before his eyes, and he handed over a glass of poisoned wine with curiosity and amusement.

The person's fingertips paused slightly, as if she had sensed something. Holding half of the tiger talisman in her hand, she clearly had the ability to ignore it, but after he said, "This is the will of His Majesty," she decisively took it and drank it all.

"I will definitely live up to my brother's wishes."

From then on, he was plagued by illness and had no peace.

At that time, he never thought that this would become his lingering nightmare, so that he would regret all the time that he had handed over the cup of poisoned wine with his own hands.

Fu Yun didn't come back to his senses until he heard what Yan Qing said next. His eyes were dim and he had a vague guess, but he didn't speak easily.

Yan Qing stopped writing, put down the wolf-hair brush, and placed the written paper over the candlelight to dry the ink.

The candlelight reflected in her pupils was clearly a warm color, but there was an indifferent look in her eyes.

When the ink on the paper was completely dry, Yan Qing stuffed it into an envelope, sealed it bit by bit, and then said: "Send this letter to the Zhenbei Palace for me, and invite the Zhenbei King to come and have a chat tomorrow."

Fuyun stood up and took the letter. His guess was confirmed at this moment. Over the years, the King of Zhenbei has been fighting outside, and he must have had some injuries, big or small.

"Your Highness wants to..."

Yan Qing sighed and said helplessly: "Royal brother...if you could give me more time, I wouldn't have to rush to set up the trap."

"Go ahead. I am sorry for him, but I promised my brother that he must die for Shi Yu."