shock!I am a stone

The few people were silent for a while, and could only hear Situ Linyuan's back and forth steps outside and the sound of restless knocking.

"Aren't you here to see a doctor? Why are you all dumb?"

Never seen a doctor like this before, Qingsong didn't have a chance to utter the sarcastic words that he had prepared, and felt uncomfortable.

Gong Mi cast a glance at him, and continued to sleep in the presence of God, actually because of the huge energy in the room, he felt it from the moment he entered the room, such a good opportunity, where there is no time to chat with others.

Jiao Ran didn't even look at him, but focused on looking for the little prince. He could clearly sense that the little prince was in this position in the inn, but now that he entered the city lord's mansion, the little prince seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. Even the orientation is lost.

Shitou really wanted to talk, he had a stomach full of gossip and wanted to inquire about it, but unfortunately he couldn't find anything to talk about.

"咚咚-"

It seemed like a long time had passed, but Situ Linyuan finally knocked on the door, "Mr. Zhuge, what's wrong with the investigation?"

Gong Mi waved at Shi Shi and whispered something.

Shi Shi walked to the door, opened the door and walked out, "This... the princess seems to have been poisoned, so Master is still watching."

Situ Linyuan was startled, "It turned out to be poisoned?"

"Master's diagnosis cannot be wrong."

"These quack doctors," Situ Linyuan kicked the pillar angrily, "Please ask Mr. Zhuge to continue the diagnosis. If you have any orders, Xiao Wang will be at the door." After finishing speaking, he continued to ask, "This poison..."

"As for the condition of the disease, we have to wait for the master to make a diagnosis before we can tell the prince."

"Yes, yes, you have to confirm, you have to confirm, don't be in a hurry," he paced back and forth anxiously, "Then what is Qingsong's reaction when she knows she has been poisoned?"

"This...the details have not been informed to the princess yet."

"Okay, okay," he continued, relieved, "don't tell Qingsong yet, don't tell."

Shitou thought to himself, this prince should value his concubine very much, this anxious attitude does not seem to be fake, but thinking of Qingsong's sarcastic appearance, he became more curious about the entanglement between the two.

"Master," Shitou trotted in front of Gong Mi, "I just told the prince as you said, but how did you know that he was poisoned?"

Gong Mi touched his head, "Go back and tell you."

"Ok."

Shitou reluctantly sat down on the stool, turned around and saw Qingsong laughing mockingly.

He turned his head away from looking at him embarrassingly.

"You know I'm poisoned?"

Shitou doesn't look at Qingsong, but Qingsong finds a topic to talk about instead.

"You know you're poisoned?"

"Cut, my own body, don't I know?"

"But from the look of the prince, it seems that he doesn't know that you are poisoned."

"Him?" Qing Song laughed, as if he had heard such a nice joke, "It's just a pet, you think he cares so much."

"This..." Shitou scratched his head, looking at the prince's appearance, he didn't seem to have an attitude towards pets. Besides, who would greet pets and even guard the door himself?

"What's a pet?" Gong Mi raised her eyelids when she heard something interesting.

Qingsong sneered, "Pets are, you are happy, come here to tease you, if you are not happy, ignore it. When you like it, keep it in your mouth for fear of melting, and hold it in your hand for fear of losing it. When you don't like it, watch it You get annoyed at a glance." His sickly body couldn't bear such big emotional fluctuations, and he was about to suffocate a few times, but Shitou wanted to go forward but was stopped by him directly. He took a breath and continued, " But ah, when you are tired and bored, but you still don't allow pets to go away, it's just a possessive desire."

"I don't understand." Gong Mi closed her eyes without interest.

Although Shi Shi couldn't understand it, he listened to the connotation inside with gusto. This story is more exciting than in the storybook, but it's a pity that it lacks some plot and emotional embellishment.

"I think he looks anxious, it doesn't look like a fake." Shito asked cautiously.

"Oh, when you gave it to him, he discarded it like a shoe and didn't take it back. He begged pitifully again. Tell me, is it me or he?"

Stone Dawu, this is an old-fashioned story about I love you, you don’t love me, you love me, but I don’t love you anymore. It’s just that the protagonists in the story have changed from one man and one woman to two men. , but the love-hate entanglement in the story is not missing at all.

Jiao Ran let out a breath, even after sensing for so long, there was still no trace.

"Stone, push me outside to bask in the sun, I'm really exhausted."

"No, you stay here with your eyes closed. I'm not going if you're tired. I want to stay here with Master." Shitou turned his face and ignored him, and instead helped Gong Mi hold his shoulders.

A slight numbness spread from the shoulders to the whole body.

Gong Mi moved unaccustomed, and stopped his movements, "It's about the same, let me go out."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and took Shitou's hand naturally.

Jiao Ran watched the two walk out as if no one else was around, so he could only turn the wheelchair by himself in resentment, "Oh, if you weren't so old, you would have thought you were husband and wife too."

His whispers reached Gong Mi's ears, and Gong Mi paused.

Shitou raised his head to look at Gong Mi whose muscles tensed suddenly, not knowing what was wrong with him, Gong Mi shook his head at him and continued walking.

"Mr. Zhuge."

As soon as he went out, Situ Linyuan trotted over and stopped quickly in front of Gong Mi. He asked out of breath, "But you've been diagnosed?"

"En." Gong Mi cherished words like gold.

"Then... what medicinal materials are needed, as long as you tell me, the young prince of Ganoderma lucidum can bring them."

Gong Mi held Shi Shi's hand, walked around Situ Linyuan, said "I'll give you a prescription tomorrow", and walked towards the door.

When Jiao Ran came out, the two of them had disappeared. After all, there was a threshold. He finally went out, but found that the other two people seemed to have forgotten him and disappeared.

What a tangled and sad heart.

Situ Linyuan didn't notice him either, but fell into ecstasy.

Situ Linyuan and Qingsong's love and hatred are ignored for now, the reason why he is so ecstatic is not without reason.

Since Qingsong suddenly fell ill five years ago, he has seen countless doctors, but without exception, no cause can be found, and there is no symptom.

He was not afraid that Gong Mi and the others were lying to him. After all, they all lived in Feiliu City. No matter how approachable and honest he was, he was still the owner of Feiliu City and could take care of the huge Feiliu City. Well-organized, he is not as simple as he appears.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will not give up.

He turned around with a smile and walked into the room. Unsurprisingly, Qingsong still treated him with sarcasm and contempt, but even so, he was still willing to take care of Qingsong.

Although he just lay down all afternoon, Qingsong was too tired to move.

Situ Linyuan picked up Qingsong and put it on the bed.

Qingsong didn't refuse, but she didn't feel troublesome either, not only continued to sneer, but also adjusted her posture to make herself more comfortable.

Qingsong lying on the bed looked at Situ Linyuan with his eyes open.

"You want it?"

Qingsong didn't answer him, but his gaze was still fixed on him.

Situ Linyuan picked up a knife from beside the pillow and cut on his arm. Blood gushed out. He put his arm in front of Qingsong.

Qingsong sucked it up unceremoniously, like a traveler who has been walking in the desert for several days and nights and saw a clear pond. He greedily drank the sweet lake water and drank it continuously.

Situ Linyuan's face paled visibly, but Qingsong obviously didn't notice it, and he didn't let go of the tightly held arm until he was full.

The arm was whitish from being held, and the wound was also somewhat blistered white.

Situ Linyuan took out the wound medicine from his bosom and sprinkled it on the wound. Soon, the wound healed visibly with the naked eye, but the color was still a little pale, and around the wound, there were light lines such as blood, It's just that if you don't look carefully, you can't see it.

After applying the medicine, Situ Linyuan took out another medicine bottle, poured out a pill, and chewed it in his mouth.

Then the pale face quickly turned rosy.

But Situ Linyuan, who looked healthy, could only show a weak smile, "You rest first, and I'll take care of things."

After using him, Qingsong obviously didn't want to see him, just turned his head with a sneer, closed his eyes and rested.

A trace of injury flashed across Situ Linyuan's eyes, but he still sat on the edge of the bed, helped Qingsong tuck up the corners of the quilt, and then lay on his body weakly.

"Qingsong, I seem to hear you say that you like me again."

Qingsong's eyelids trembled and he spoke.

"Didn't you say you have always liked me?" Situ Linyuan said, tears streaming down his face, and after a while, he began to sob.

After a long time, he stopped his tears and sat up straight, "Do you think I'm useless like this?"

"Of course you think so. You've looked down on me a long time ago, haven't you?"

He rubbed the corners of Qingsong's eyes, "You used to love to smile... Hey, look at me, what did you say before, I went to deal with business, and I'll be back later."

Situ Linyuan got down and kissed Qingsong's forehead, walked to the door, took another deep look at the figure on the bed, and then closed the door.

It wasn't until the footsteps got farther and farther away that Qingsong opened his eyes. He picked up a handkerchief from beside the pillow, slowly wiped his forehead, and sneered, "I knew why today."

The handkerchief was thrown under the bed, but the touch on his forehead was still there. He touched his forehead and then his heart, feeling unspeakably disappointed.

Because the moment he kissed his forehead, he was neither sad nor happy. He thought he would be disgusted at least, but in fact, he didn't, as if he was really kissed by a stranger. It's so strange. I used to think It would be better to die than to lose, but now I feel nothing.

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