The king was wrong

When Meng Qi rushed to the main courtyard and told Wei Yanxi about Qi Yaoqing's situation while crying, Wei Yanxi trembled, and the brush in her hand fell straight onto the painting that was about to be completed.

"You... you said he... vomited blood?"

Wei Yanxi's lips moved, and she couldn't believe it for a moment.

"Yes, this servant dare not hide the truth from the lord. The young master just had a stomachache after drinking a cup of tea, and he vomited a lot of blood. Now he has passed out! The servant begged the lord to save the young master, save the young master!" Meng Qi said as she lifted up the hem of her clothes. Kneeling down, begging Wei Yanxi while wiping away tears.

Wei Yanxi's body trembled, and she managed to stand still, rubbing her forehead in frustration—why would a person who looked fine yesterday vomit blood and pass out today?

"Liang Wei, hurry up! Find the imperial physician quickly, and call all the imperial physicians in the imperial hospital to me!"

Before he finished speaking, Liang Wei felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and the black shadow disappeared in a flash.Waiting for Feng Ding to take a closer look, how can there be a shadow of the prince in front of the desk?

Even such lightness skills are used, which shows the weight of the princess in the heart of the prince.

"Okay, Miss Mengqi, you can go back quickly, I'll call for the imperial physician right away."

Because of the urgency of the situation, Liang Wei only had time to help Meng Qi and then followed him out of the door.Seeing this, Meng Qi wiped away her tears, sniffed her nose, ignored her crying face, and ran out quickly.

The autumn wind passed through the half-opened window, lifted a corner of the drawing paper on the table, and the paintbrush that fell on the paper rolled to the side, revealing the half-finished but discarded portrait.

I saw a man in the center of the painting standing in a light blue wide-sleeved gown, with waist-length hair as black as ink, casually scattered behind him.The breeze lifted the corner of his clothes and the black hair on his temples, standing alone, forever in the world.

I don't know if he was inspired, but the person in the painting suddenly looked back and looked out of the painting, a face comparable to that of an exiled immortal was vaguely revealed.

His brows are like flowing clouds, his eyes are like phoenix tails, his thin lips are slightly pursed, and the corners of his lips are slightly raised, and he is conveying the clear and shallow smile in his eyes through the drawing paper, just looking at it from a distance can make people fall in love.

It was originally a beautiful painting, but unfortunately, the ink brush that was supposed to be used to embellish the lip color happened to land on the skirt of the person in the painting.The vermilion spread out, causing the light blue to be dyed bright crimson immediately, which is very dazzling.

Pale and colorless lips, and the skirt of the clothes dyed red with the vermilion brush, it is helpless to say that the person in the painting is exactly the same as Qi Yaoqing today, except for the gentle and smiling eyebrows and eyes.

When Wei Yanxi rushed into Qi Yaoqing's room using lightness kung fu, what he saw was his eyes closed, his brow deeply furrowed, curled up on the soft couch.

Perhaps because of the pain, Qi Yaoqing huddled unconsciously, a pair of slender hands tightly clutching the hem of the clothes between his waist and abdomen, his knuckles turned white, and he couldn't stop trembling.

Even in a coma, Qi Yaoqing still slept very restlessly, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, coughing lightly, and even bloodshot from the corners of his lips from time to time.On the other hand, Menghan was very anxious, and wanted to suffer for the young master but didn't know what to do. He could only gently wipe off the sweat on his forehead and the blood from the corners of his lips with a wet wipe, hoping to relieve his pain.

"Yaoqing..."

Wei Yanxi called out in a low voice, her usually resolute and indifferent voice was tinged with fear.He flashed to the couch in an instant, and slowly reached out to touch Qi Yaoqing's pale and bloodless face.

There was a cold and moist touch from the fingertips. His skin was very cold, and sweat was all over it. It was so cold that it made Wei Yanxi's fingers tremble slightly.

"Um……"

The unconscious person seemed to feel Wei Yanxi's touch, and a soft moan escaped from his throat. He turned his head slightly, and put his face close to his palm, as if he wanted to absorb the warmth from Wei Yanxi's palm.

The cold cheek was pressed against the palm of her hand, Wei Yanxi only felt her heart throbbing in pain, she had missed him for ten years, read him for ten years, and now after going through all kinds of hard work, she finally managed to keep him by her side, Wei Yanxi wished she could bring all the treasures in the world to her In front of him, but now he has to be tortured like this, how can Wei Yanxi bear it!

The palm that was pressed by Qi Yaoqing was still tenderly stretched out there, allowing him to absorb the warmth, but the other hand hidden in the sleeve was slowly clenched——

This is his Yaoqing, his most cherished treasure. Because he has suffered so much, even if he holds him in his hands and mouths, he is still afraid that he will bump into him. Who the hell is so bold? How dare you shoot him!Wei Yanxi's clenched fists were clenched, no matter who it is, since it hurts him, don't even think about walking out of the gate of Prince Yong's Mansion alive!

Menghan only felt that the hostility around the prince had never dissipated since he entered the house, and now his face was gloomy, with a monstrous murderous aura exuding from his brows, like a Shura from hell, very terrifying.

"Well, uh..."

Another painful moan escaped from the lips of the person on the couch, blood oozes from the corner of his lips, and his body shrinks even tighter.

Wei Yanxi suddenly came back to her senses, put away all the hostility in an instant, propped up Qi Yaoqing's soft body, sat on the couch by herself, and wrapped Qi Yaoqing into her arms.

As if feeling the heat, Qi Yaoqing shrank instinctively into Wei Yanxi's arms.

Wei Yanxi's pupils dimmed, and he sighed in a low voice, and suddenly changed his two arms around him to one, and freed up the other hand to slap Qi Yaoqing's back with a continuous flow of water. With the internal force, Wei Yanxi turned the internal force into heat and injected all of it into Qi Yaoqing's body.

As long as he can feel better, what is a little internal strength?

The warm air enveloped the limbs and bones, relieving the pain from the abdomen.Qi Yaoqing's brows relaxed a little, and the hand that had been tightly clutching the hem of the clothes gradually loosened.

"What exactly is going on!"

Seeing that Qi Yaoqing's brows were stretched, and his expression became more stable, Wei Yanxi finally raised his head, and shot Meng Han fiercely.

Seeing that the prince was angry, Menghan didn't dare to be ambiguous, immediately lifted up his robe and knelt down, and told Wei Yanxi the whole scene he saw when he came in.

"So he did it after drinking tea?"

His eyes moved to the table not far away, the overturned jade cup, the spilled tea, and the dark red blood stains on the surface of the cup can still be vaguely seen.

The white jade cup, the bright Dongzhu, is now stained with bright blood, which is shocking.

Wei Yanxi couldn't bear to turn her eyes away, she wanted to give him a smile with this exquisite tea set, but she didn't expect that before she could see his raised eyebrows, she fell down first.

Wei Yanxi looked down at the person in her arms, sighed softly, and hugged her arms even tighter.In the past, because of the gift of marriage, I had a grudge against him, and I didn't want to get to know this person well.Now that I understand and like him, I naturally don't want to see him get hurt even a little bit.

Such a beautiful person is like a piece of precious mutton fat jade, warm and delicate, worthy of being treated with all my life.

His eyes shifted to Qi Yao's pale lips, and he saw that the originally beautiful and moist lips were completely devoid of blood, and the corners of the lips were still oozing with bright red blood, the contrast between the two was very strong.

Qi Yaoqing's pain eased a little due to the constant internal force being driven into his body, and the upper teeth that were biting his lower lip loosened a bit.It was only then that Wei Yanxi discovered that most of the blood dripping from the corners of his lips was not due to hematemesis in the abdominal cavity, but more due to the bitten lower lip.

Wei Yanxi still clearly remembers the pain of being bitten on his lower lip that day, and it is because of this that he knows how painful the wound on his lip is.

"Yaoqing, don't bite, don't bite..."

Wei Yanxi gently stroked Qi Yaoqing's lower lip with her fingers, feeling the stickiness from her fingertips—it was his blood!

Stuck together in distress, Wei Yanxi closed her eyes, took a deep breath, suddenly leaned down, opened her mouth to enclose Qi Yaoqing's lips, and began to suck gently.

His movements were gentle and affectionate, until he sucked all the blood from Qi Yaoqing's lips, Wei Yanxi paused, then forcefully pried open his upper and lower teeth with the tip of his tongue, and pushed his lower lip in.

If it really hurts, then bite me.

Qi Yaoqing, who was in a coma, didn't have any consciousness. After noticing the soft lips stuffed between his teeth, he instinctively bit down.As a result, Wei Yanxi's lower lip, which had just healed not long ago, oozes blood again.

But this time, Wei Yanxi neither made a sound nor evaded. After feeling the tingling pain, she pushed her lower lip inward, as if she was afraid that Qi Yaoqing would not be able to bite.

I can't bear your pain for you, but I can only share your pain as much as I can, because I long to stand shoulder to shoulder with you for a lifetime.

Menghan looked at the scene in front of him in shock, not knowing what to feel in his heart.

Compared to the carefree Meng Qi, she has always had less trust in the prince.The change of the prince's attitude towards the young master was really too fast, it was too fast, she couldn't believe that the prince really wanted to keep the young master and treat him well.

But the young master agreed to stay, and he agreed without thinking too much.At that time, Menghan knew that the young master had always had a prince in his heart, but he never wanted to admit it.

During these days, the prince came to the courtyard almost every day, sometimes bringing some rare treasures to the young master, and sometimes just sitting next to the young master to read and write with him, which was very satisfying.Unexpectedly, the usually indifferent prince would show such a gentle expression when facing the young master.And such a restrained young master, now, when he sees the prince, he will unconsciously faint into a smile...

Everyday bits and pieces gather in front of my eyes, weaving into a long picture scroll.Menghan finally understood at this moment, in fact, in their hearts, there was already another...

In front of him, the black-clothed man tightly hugged the light blue figure in his arms, with a pious expression as if it was a rare treasure.The figures of the two people overlapped together, one was heroic and the other was handsome and handsome. At this moment, their lips and tongues were connected with each other, and they looked warm and well-matched.

It turns out that the prince really likes the young master and loves the young master.

After thinking about this point, Menghan felt his eyes heat up and almost shed tears.