Blue Fall, Yellow Spring and Jun Sui

"Sister Cheng!"

Pushing open the door and entering, Yang Qicheng saw Xiao Qingcheng lying on the bed breathing weakly, and immediately stepped forward to catch her pulse, then frowned.

Sister Cheng's pulse condition is vacuous and erratic.

How could this be so?

While meditating, the pulse condition suddenly quieted down, and gradually returned to normal, with an even rhythm, calm and gentle, fluent and powerful.

Yang Qicheng's heart shrank suddenly, she took out the needle box she carried with her, picked up one with her thin fingers, and carefully applied the needle.

Sister Cheng, please don't let anything happen to you.

At about a moment, Yang Qicheng withdrew the needle, took out a brown pill from the medicine bag, and fed it to Xiao Qingcheng, then packed up the silver needle, and stayed quietly beside the bed, dark, calm and dignified, completely Not as bright and lively as before, at this moment, she doesn't feel like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl at all.

Xiao Qingcheng on the bed gradually woke up after taking the medicine, his pale face was infinitely tired: "Seven..." He wanted to speak, but his throat hurt so badly that he couldn't even make a dry sound.

Yang Qicheng, who heard the voice, looked at Xiao Qingcheng who had woken up, finally felt relieved, got up and poured a glass of water, and slowly fed her to drink.

After drinking water, her throat became more comfortable, Yang Qicheng brought her a soft pillow to cushion her, turned around and put the cup on the table, and said: "Sister Cheng, there is one thing, you must have noticed it yourself."

"How long do I have?" Xiao Qingcheng twitched the corner of his mouth, his voice still shaky.

After the voice fell, Yang Qicheng snarled, "If you use "Naihe Yixiao" to fight poison with poison, and cure poison with poison, sister Cheng, you still have one year, and you must not use your internal strength during this period."

"One year... that's enough. Qiqi, help me, okay?"

The sudden sentence left Yang Qicheng at a loss as to how to react. After a while, she nodded and said "Okay."

This day has finally come, Xiao Qingcheng sighed.

early morning

Small building

In his sleep, Xiao Qingyu frowned, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

"It's the concubine mother who's sorry for your brothers and sisters, it's the concubine mother's fault, it's all concubine mother's fault."

Xiao Yumo's words echoed in her ears, and the word "brother and sister" hit Xiao Qingyu's heart,

"Mother--"

With a low cry, Xiao Qingyu opened his eyes suddenly, and his body shook, which also woke Fang Junqian with a start.

Fang Jun rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at Xiao Qingyu in a daze: "Qingyu, what's wrong?"

Looking back, seeing Fang Junqian with confusion on his face, Xiao Qingyu suppressed the doubts and anxiety in his heart, forced a smile: "I'm fine, it's just a dream."

Fang Junqian was also gradually sober at this moment, knowing that Qingyu didn't want to talk about it, so he just wiped the sweat off his forehead and said awkwardly: "What dream, Qingyu tell me about it."

"get up."

Getting up and getting dressed, Fang Junqian pushed Xiao Qingyu to the yard, and saw Qi Wuyou, Yu Ri, Fang Weiyi, Zhang Jinya and others standing in the yard, and saw the two of them coming out, especially Zhang Jinya, who stepped over to Xiao Qing's place in two steps. In front of Yu, he looked Xiao Qingyu up and down, and there seemed to be water in his eyes: "Young master, you finally woke up."

Xiao Qingyu wiped away his tears with his hand, "How old are you, why are you still crying?"

Everyone came forward to greet him, Fang Junqian looked at Xiao Qingyu's face, he didn't see any fatigue or impatience, so he was relieved.

After breakfast, everyone left, leaving only Zhang Jinya and Fang Weiyi.

Fang Weiyi's small figure walked up to Xiao Qingyu, took out the piccolo on his body, and raised his round hands, "Master, you said you would teach me to play the flute."

Xiao Qingyu took the piccolo from Fang Weiyi's hand, and a burst of warmth came. With a faint smile, he lightly brought the piccolo to his mouth, and the melody poured out.

Just as everyone was immersed in the sound of the flute, a voice suddenly came, "Master, two girls outside the door are here to visit."

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, put away the piccolo, handed it back to Fang Weiyi, and said, "Come in, please."

Two slim figures approached slowly,

"Mr. Wushuang, I came here today to say goodbye. Now that the poison of Mr. Wushuang has been cured, it is inconvenient for Qingcheng to stay here. There are still matters to be dealt with in the pavilion. After the matter is over, I ask the emperor to follow the promise."

The tone is still light, but it reveals an aura that cannot be ignored.

Fang Junqian tightened his grip on the teacup, raised his eyes, and looked at Xiao Qingcheng, only to see that she was still covered with a white gauze, and her expression was not as sick as yesterday. Fang Jungan was puzzled, she was already so sick last night, why Just one night and it's completely fine.

Xiao Qingyu paused the hand holding the gold thread, and then said: "Miss Qingcheng's words are wrong. Since you saved Xiao's life, Xiao must naturally thank you."