[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

Chu Qin's shoulders shook violently.

An understatement of a sentence is like a blade piercing the heart, oozing cold blood.

Chu Qin miscalculated because he did not expect Zhao Yan to reveal his identity so quickly.

It was also unexpected that Liu Yanqing would return to Beijing at such a critical moment.

If he can think carefully, will he not be blocked in this dead end?

Zhao Yan smiled and understood his thoughts.

"What does it have to do with you? Even if I go back to the northwest today, if my illness flares up again, I still can't do without him, Liu Yanqing. If he doesn't want to save him, I still have to ask him. I'm under the control of others in my life, and I don't want to die. At the mercy of Hei Jia. Chu Yu didn't dare to do anything to Hei Jia, his biggest reliance today is not the eight thousand silver armor he has never used, but Liu Yanqing."

When Lingnan left, Liu Yanqing brought three months of medicine for Zhao Yan.

These three months are enough.

Liu Yanqing threatened with medicine, and Zhao Yan never thought of going back since she left.

"If you send me back, there will be no friendship between you and me."

Zhao Yan said word by word, the wind blew the hem of her clothes, her pale cheeks were colorless.

He and Chu Qin are not of the same kind. When faced with a choice, will they walk the same path?

Zhao Yan's fingers clenched Chu Qin's sleeves that were blown up by the wind. Behind him was the vast grassland and the tall boundary markers.

Frozen snow in the desert, lonely smoke and long river.

Zhao Yan stared at the eagle circling in the sky, and muttered to herself, "This is the last step..."

Someone said a long time ago that people should not have only one way of life.

He had never been so close to humbly begging, "Would you please let me take this last step?"

Zhao Yan coughed twice in the wind, and the handkerchief was stained with scarlet blood.

Chu Qin smelled blood on the tip of his nose, his eyes were red, the back of his hand was bulging, and his breathing was rough.

Zhao Yan behind her was breathing weakly, like a person made of silk paper.

Blood vessels can be seen in the thin wrist, which can be broken with a light lift.

Chu Qin knew the state of Zhao Yan's body better than anyone else.

Therefore, he asked Liu Yanqing for medicine, showing that he was willing to give everything.

If losing Zhao Changning is the price he will pay, what should he do?

Let Zhao Changning die on the grassland, or live in the capital?

Zhao Ming looked at his elder brother in despair, he never thought that Zhao Yan was so seriously ill.

From the moment he woke up, except for his pale face, Zhao Yan acted like a normal person.

He knew that Zhao Yan was poisoned by the poison of cinnabar, but he still deceived himself and thought that he didn't have to face it if he didn't think about it.

Zhao Ming stared at Fu Bao who was hiding behind the carriage and gritted his teeth, "His illness can only be cured by Liu?"

Fu Bao sighed, "Only my adults have the solution. Even if you get the prescription from the adults, you may not be able to make the medicine. How can you wait for more than ten years? If you have been in Lingnan for two or three years, even if you are not healthy Still weak, this poison can be regarded as cleared."

Zhao Ming clenched his hands into fists, "How can we leave him to the dog emperor?"

Fu Bao shook his head and said, "With my lord around, even His Majesty may not be able to do anything to you, Young Master."

Zhao Ming sneered, "What kind of good is your lord? If he was really good for my brother, he wouldn't be on the emperor's side today. It's ridiculous that I'm still grateful to him."

Fu Bao stared at the weeds on the ground and said, "My adults are lazy, if you don't do it, you can do it. If you want to do something, you have to do it."

"If there is anything wrong with my brother, I will kill your dog's head and send it to Liu Yanqing."

Fu Bao's neck twitched, "Do you think you can still cut it? Maybe I will follow you back to the capital."

Zhao Ming clenched the knife tightly, ignored Fu Bao, and kept a close eye on King Qin's movements.

The wind is bleak, and occasionally birdsong is heard.

The eagle with spread wings soars into the sky, casting huge shadows on the withered grass.

The cold winter sun illuminates the wilderness, and the river under the snow-capped mountains melts.

Thousands of black armors and silver armors all saw the famous northwestern king cupping the cheeks of the man in white behind him and leaning over to kiss him.

Zhao Ming's eyes were about to burst, Fu Bao covered his eyes.

Chu Qin's kiss was extremely fierce, as if he wanted to chew Zhao Yan into pieces between his lips and teeth.

Zhao Yan felt the pain, but she didn't stretch out her hand to push back. He already had a bad feeling in his heart, so he kissed back anxiously to comfort him.

The breath as hot as charcoal fire rushed into every corner, Zhao Yan gasped lowly, and could hardly bear the violent attack.

At this time, Chu Qin was like a beast in noble human skin, not knowing what he would do in the next moment.

Chu Yu was riding on the horseback, staring at Zhao Yan's hands around Chu Qin's neck expressionlessly as if there were hooks in his dark eyes.

When Zhao Yan was released by Chu Qin, Chu Qin heard Chu Qin say, "Zhao Changning, I can't let you go on this last step."

Zhao Yan's pupils widened suddenly, and she stared at Chu Qin in disbelief.

In the beautiful eyes, something called hope collapsed like a mountain.

His neck hurt, and until the moment he closed his eyes, his fingers were still tightly gripping a piece of Chu Qin's sleeve.

The person who said he would take him to the Northwest reneged on his promise.

Chu Qin left room for the saber in his hand, which Zhao Yan could bear.

He picked up the limp Zhao Yan, and Zhao Yan's dark cloud-like hair was entangled around his collar.

There were still undried tears in the corners of his eyes, and his lips were a little red and swollen, as if he would be swept away by the strong wind without any effort.