love poison

"Come here! Call the divine doctor!" Erji Atuo suddenly opened his eyes, and yelled out what he wanted to shout before he fell into a coma. He glanced left and right, and when he saw Xin Mu, his face was full of confusion, and he said, "Are you Who is it? Where is Xin Mu!"

Xin Mu took off the mask on his face, and Er and A Tuo shouted in surprise: "Xin Mu is here, my brother is saved... Ah! Where is my brother!"

Erji Atuo pointed to the bed in horror, his face full of disbelief.

"It's gone again! He really... came here again!" Zhizhen was so anxious that he was about to cry, he looked at the open window and asked, "How long has he been running away?"

Erji A'Tuo recalled it carefully and said: "When I dismissed the servants, they said it happened to be the time of Hai. What time is it?"

The imperial physician Ji Kang said solemnly: "Choushi, two hours have passed. Now is the time of danger. If you don't find His Highness quickly, he may be in danger!"

Ying Xinyuan said: "But who knows where he will go?"

"I know." Zhizhen gasped and said eagerly, "I know where he's going, I'm afraid this time is coming, we have to find him quickly."

Zhizhen turned his head and looked at Xin Mu who was standing aside. He kept silent, as if he was a stranger who didn't care about this matter, but when he looked carefully, he found that he was tugging on his sleeve all the time. , His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"It will be fine, it will be fine." Zhizhen comforted Xin Mu with a forced smile, "As long as you come back, everything will be fine."

In the second half of the night, the moon and stars are scarce, and the sight under the moon is very good. Even Rong Hua's eyes are a little blurry now, but he can still see the way up the mountain.

Zhaoyue's guards all knew him, and no one dared to stop him when he went up the mountain, but he couldn't enter Zhaoyue's royal tomb, so after going up the mountain, Rong Hua sneaked away from the guards and arrived at the one where Xin Mu was buried. In front of the mausoleum.

When he arrived, Rong Hua's whole body was already drenched in cold sweat, and the pain in his internal organs had reached the unbearable limit, but he still held on until he reached the tombstone before he finally fell down.

Then he was relieved.Six years ago, he saw his favorite person buried in this tomb with his own eyes. It took him six years to finally come back here again, to his lover's side.

There was no one around at the moment, except for the chirping of night insects, everything was silent.It seems that only he and this tomb are left in this world, and he will stay here and die slowly.

How could he believe that those people lied to him that Xin Mu was not dead?Probably holding on to that little bit of hope, I always hope that Xin Mu is still well, not buried in the soil, and not slowly turning into bones.

He couldn't bear to think about that picture, if he thought about it, he would feel like a knife was piercing his heart.Because he couldn't bear it, he was deceived by those people like a fool.

But he shouldn't have believed it, really shouldn't have believed it.

It was as if he had accepted that he was terminally ill, but before he died, he was lied to that the disease was curable, and he rekindled his hope, only to see his hope shattered.

So he fell into a despair deeper than hell, and had to let himself recognize the reality that Xin Mu had left him again.

He could have died with peace of mind, but these people who thought they cared about him tossed him around so much that he was in such a mess, and the end result was still the same.

At this time, a jug of wine would be fine.Rong Hua thought so, bring a jug of wine to meet Xin Mu, and when we meet, the two of us can drink together.

With a slight smile on the corner of Ronghua's mouth, he suddenly opened his mouth, facing the tombstone, and said angrily, "I'm going to... I'm coming to see you. I've been waiting for this moment for six years... You must be with me." It was just as good-looking back then, but I am getting old and have become what I am now, I just hope you don't...don't dislike me..."

Speaking of this, Rong Hua felt a little wronged, paused, and continued with a choked voice: "It's been six years, I've been thinking about you all the time, and you never come into my dream... once You don’t want to come to see me either. Madame...you are so cruel, are you still blaming me? But if you have seen what kind of life I live in the sky these six years, you should also There's a little bit of emotion... I don't dare to expect you to forgive me, but at least...at least...at least when we meet, don't laugh at my gray hair..."

In the end, Rong Hua's voice became weaker and weaker, and he almost couldn't hear what he was talking about, his eyes became more and more blurred, tears covered his cheeks, some trickled into his mouth Here, he tasted the taste, it was the tears full of his six years of lovesickness and regret, more bitter than all the medicines in the world combined.

But fortunately, this was the end of all the pain, and he was finally going to be free.

A few black crows seemed to smell the smell of death, and flew over from a distance, and then circled in midair and croaked.

Ronghua's breath was so weak that his hair was so brittle that he couldn't blow it away. He felt sleepy and tired, and he just wanted to sleep well. Holding on to the last bit of strength, he said softly, "Xin Mu, I miss you so much. ...I really want to see you..."

Just after he finished speaking, he heard Xin Mu's voice, which seemed to be calling his name.

But he couldn't distinguish the source of the sound, so he thought vaguely that he had probably reached the junction of yin and yang, and Xin Mu called him in the underworld.He wanted to respond to Xin Mu, and couldn't wait to go to the underworld, holding Xin Mu in his arms.

But now he doesn't even have the strength to blink his eyes, so he can only worry in his heart.

Then he heard footsteps again, and then the face he had been thinking about day and night appeared in front of his eyes.

The beauty is indescribable, like a fairy who has entered the world by mistake, this is the person he misses day and night, his wife, his beloved wife, and his Xin Mu.

Sure enough, he hasn't changed at all.No...he looks better than six years ago. He used to be too thin, but now he has gained a little flesh, which is just right for him. He also has a gentle color, and he is no longer as cold as ice six years ago.Rong Hua couldn't help thinking, is he still doing well without him?This little heartless.

But knowing that he was doing well there, Rong Hua was also very relieved.

But at this time, Xin Mu didn't seem very happy, frowning slightly, his eyes were full of worry, he couldn't see that Xin Mu was unhappy, he immediately wanted to reach out to smooth the wrinkles between the man's brows, but he still couldn't lift the heavy hands.

He saw Xin Mu's lips opening and closing, as if saying something to him, but his ears were filled with chaotic roars, and he couldn't hear Xin Mu's voice.

"Don't be afraid." He said softly, with a smile on his lips, "Don't be afraid, I've caught you, and I'm here to find you."

The next moment, those eyes that had lost their brilliance for six years finally closed.

"Ronghua...Ronghua!" Xin Mu felt his heart tighten, and a tremor of fear spread all over his body. After a moment of panic, Xin Mu quickly forced himself to calm down. He raised his wrist without hesitation, Aiming at the blood vessel, he bit down hard, and he felt his skin was pierced by his teeth, but he didn't feel any pain. He didn't let go of his mouth until the smell of blood spread in his mouth, and put his wrist on it. Ronghua's completely chapped lips.

He watched the blood slowly drip into Ronghua's mouth, but Ronghua didn't respond.

At this moment, Erji Atuo, Zhizhen, Ying Xinyuan, and the imperial physician Ji Kang also came up to meet them, and the four surrounded them nervously, staring at Ronghua's face without blinking.

The blood flowed more and more, and Xin Mu's face became paler and paler, but Rong Hua still didn't respond. The four of them looked at each other, and couldn't help thinking that there was probably nothing they could do. There is a way to rescue Ronghua.

But Xin Mu still did not give up, he stared at Rong Hua stubbornly, his body trembling unceasingly.Then he stretched out his other hand, and suddenly pulled out the dagger from Zhizhen's waist, intending to make the wound bigger.

Zhizhen hastily stopped him and said loudly: "Xin Mu, enough is enough!"

Xin Mu just gritted his teeth, turned a deaf ear to Zhizhen's words, and immediately said, "Xin Mu, no! I can't let you have an accident!"

Xin Mu didn't listen to them at all, stared at some red eyes, raised his voice slightly, and said, "Get out of the way!"

Looking at the bleeding wrist, Zhizhen felt even more worried. He hugged Xin Mu recklessly, and pulled him back forcefully.

Just when Zhizhen was about to pull Xin Mu away, he suddenly felt a blockage, and one hand was firmly grasping Xin Mu's sleeve.

Several people looked over at the same time and saw Rong Hua's hand.Even though he was so pale that he lost his blood, his strength remained undiminished. He grabbed Xin Mu's sleeve as if he was holding on to his last hope.

Ying Xinyuan took a deep breath, and hurriedly went to check Ronghua's breath again. After a while, his eyes lit up and said: "He's breathing! Maybe he can be saved!"

The expression on Xin Mu's face changed suddenly, his lips trembled, and he said, "Really?"

"I'll try my best." Ying Xinyuan replied quickly, then took out the silver needle, and pierced Ronghua's body again.

And Zhizhen hurriedly grabbed Xin Mu's hand, and said to Ji Kang, "Ji Kang, please stop the bleeding for Xin Mu first."

Doctor Ji Kang nodded, and immediately began to bandage Xin Mu's wound.

During this process, Rong Hua never let go of Xin Mu's sleeves, and Xin Mu kept staring at Rong Hua closely. Soon, Xin Mu's wrist stopped bleeding, and the wound was bandaged. , Ying Xinyuan's expression became more serious, he stared at Ronghua intently, and said softly: "Don't even touch him."

Several people knew that this was a crucial step for the needle injection, so they all breathed lightly and watched silently.

Ying Xinyuan was holding a slender silver needle hanging in front of Ronghua, his throat trembled for a moment, he took a deep breath, and stabbed it fiercely between Ronghua's eyebrows.

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