Only seven days left to live? She goes crazy and kills

Back at Prince An's mansion, Yan Ling could no longer control his anger. He smashed things and his anger seemed to burn everything in front of him.

Several maids knelt on the ground, trembling and afraid to speak.

Yan Ling took a deep breath and vented his anger. He coldly ordered the maid to clean up the mess on the ground, then turned to the study and ordered someone to call Miao Qiyuan over.

When Miao Qiyuan entered the study, he saw Yan Ling's face was extremely ugly. It was obvious that he came back with a lot of anger.

"Your Highness has been poisoned by a Gu, so he should control his temper." Miao Qiyuan reminded, "Although the fragrant Gu is not very irritable, it can sense the mood changes of its owner. Rage will only make it irritable and uneasy, and then make Your Highness uncomfortable."

Yan Ling looked up at Miao Qiyuan and asked coldly, "Except for the person who put the Gu, is there really no one who can cure this poison?"

Miao Qiyuan was silent for a long time: "It shouldn't be that no one can cure it, but I don't know who can cure it."

Yan Ling said coldly: "Since you are good at poison, is there no one among your fellow brothers who is proficient in Gu poison?"

"Poison and Gu are two different things." Miao Qiyuan tried to make him understand the difference between the two, "Gu is an evil way, and I am only studying herbs, and I am really powerless-"

Bang!

Yan Ling smashed the teacup in his hand, his face livid: "I am a prince, am I going to be controlled by this damn Gu poison for the rest of my life?!"

Miao Qiyuan frowned slightly, clearly aware of Yan Ling's emotional loss of control, which was completely different from his previous calm and gentle appearance.

Is it because the situation is out of control that makes him restless, or because he is poisoned by the Gu that makes him so angry?

If this happens every day in the future, I am afraid that he will die before Yan Donghuang takes action.

Miao Qiyuan hesitated in his heart, and said for a long time: "There is a strange man who has lived in seclusion for many years in Qingmang Mountain. Maybe he can solve this Gu, but he has a strange temperament and may not be willing to come out of the mountain."

Yan Ling heard this and suddenly felt a hope in his heart: "What kind of strange man?"

Miao Qiyuan shook his head: "I don't know. I only know that he has been staying in Qingmang Mountain since he was a child, and he is not willing to see outsiders."

"What if you go to invite him in person?" Yan Ling asked anxiously, "Just tell him that as long as he is willing to help me solve the Gu, he can ask for any conditions, even if it is ten thousand taels of gold, I am willing to give it to him!"

Miao Qiyuan sighed silently and suddenly thought of a sentence.

The person who catches snakes all year round is bitten by the snake.

He, a man who is good at poisoning, failed to poison, but let Yan Ling be poisoned. I don't know if it is irony or retribution.

He suppressed his gloom and nodded: "Let me give it a try."

Yan Ling said firmly: "We must invite him back, at any cost."

Miao Qiyuan looked outside: "Tomorrow morning, I will set out before dawn, avoid the eyes, and after opening the city gate, I will rush to Qingmang Mountain."

After that, he bowed and said goodbye: "I will go to prepare first."

Yan Ling didn't say anything and let him leave.

He sat on the chair, and after he calmed down, the anger in his eyebrows subsided a lot, but his color was still gloomy and difficult to understand, as if covered with a layer of frost.

Yan Donghuang ordered him to preside over the companion reading in the palace, which was clearly ill-intentioned. She deliberately let him wade into the muddy water, so that he could not continue to stay out of it and could not maintain his reputation of being indifferent to fame and fortune.

She wanted him to be deserted by his friends and relatives, and become a thorn in the eyes and flesh of several princes, so that he could not continue to hide his light under a low profile.

What a deep scheme.

Thinking of Yan Ying and Yan Yu's sarcasm today, Yan Ling waved his hand fiercely and swept all the books and files on the desk to the ground.

His years of disguise were ruined today, all thanks to Yan Donghuang!

This thought flashed through his mind, and a sharp pain rose in his heart again. Yan Ling's face changed, and he quickly held his breath and calmed down his intense anger.

The feeling of his internal organs being bitten lasted for nearly an incense stick of time.

Compared with last night, the pain was not very severe.

But it still made Yan Ling feel unbearable, and fine cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

He closed his eyes and grasped the corner of the desk tightly. When the pain was over, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Yan Donghuang, since you don't remember the old friendship, don't blame me for using any means.

...

Miao Qiyuan left before dawn the next morning.

In order to conceal his identity, he dressed up as a servant, wearing a simple green dress. After leaving Prince An's mansion, he walked to the South City and rented a carriage.

After riding the carriage out of the city smoothly, Miao Qiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He decided to take the carriage to the neighboring city to change to a fast horse. It would only take three days to reach Qingmang Mountain by day and night, and another three days to return.

Six days should be enough for a round trip.

However, as the carriage was rolling outside the city, a sharp sound suddenly rang out in the air.

It seemed like an arrow had broken through the air!

Miao Qiyuan's face changed drastically, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart. He was about to dodge in a hurry, but a sharp arrow pierced through the carriage and pierced his forehead sharply, nailing him to death in the carriage.

The horse was frightened and ran wildly without a choice.

Under the crazy collision, Miao Qiyuan, who was pierced by an arrow, was thrown out of the carriage and fell heavily to the ground. Then the horse broke free from the rope and galloped away!

The carriage fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

On the tower, Si Ying, who was carrying a bow, withdrew his eyes expressionlessly, turned around and went down the tower, and ordered: "Send the news to Prince An's Mansion."

"Yes."

Si Ying said nothing more and went to the Princess's Mansion.

Miao Qiyuan was shot outside the city, and the guards at the city gate went out of the city to check and sent people to report the news to the Dali Temple.

Prince An and the Dali Temple received the news at almost the same time.

"Miao Qiyuan was shot dead?" Yan Ling staggered, his face pale, as if struck by lightning, "How could he..."

"Yes." The guard bowed his head and replied, "Miao's carriage had just left the city when someone shot an arrow through his head. He died on the spot... on the spot."

The blood on Yan Ling's face faded, and he fell weakly on the couch.

Miao Qiyuan is dead.

Miao Qiyuan is dead.

Who killed him?

Yan Donghuang?

Yan Ling slumped in the chair with a pale face, and trembling hands reached for the teacup in front of him, but found that the desk was empty.

He stared at the bare desk for a long time before realizing that he had thrown away everything on the desk and had not yet cleaned it up.

Miao Qiyuan's death, didn't it mean that all his hopes were cut off?

Was he really going to be controlled by Yan Donghuang for the rest of his life?