I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

"How do you write like this?" Li Qiwu helped him sit down, and helped him put away all the fragile things on the table: "You can't even see the pen and paper, how do you write?"

"You help me look at it, and tell me if it's written crookedly."

Xiao Yiran was very persistent, he picked up the pen and started to write: "Is it here?" He fumbled on the paper with his hands, and asked uncertainly.

Seeing this, Li Qi had mixed feelings in his heart. He sat down beside Xiao Yiran helplessly, moved his hand holding the pen to the correct position and said, "Start from here."

"I love Yanyun." Xiao Yiran wrote just four words for a long time, and Li Qiwu watched from the side, correcting him at any time.

The next long greeting letter, Xiao Yiran gropingly wrote and revised it, revised and wrote it again, a letter of greetings that is so commonplace, a normal person can write it in less than an hour, Xiao Yiran wrote it for three hours .

Although Li Qiwu just watched from the sidelines, it was very difficult to correct him occasionally, let alone Xiao Yiran himself.

When he finished writing, the hand holding the pen began to tremble, and a lot of sweat was already breaking out on his face.

Even if Li Qiwu sat with him and didn't write it himself, after these three hours, his back was already sore.

But Xiao Yiran put down his pen but just looked into the distance fixedly, as if he didn't feel tired at all, he couldn't see anything, his dark eyes were full of emptiness.

Early the next morning, as soon as Yan Yun opened the door, he saw Li Qiwu wandering by the door.

Yan Yun didn't sleep all night, his face was full of fatigue.

"Did the prince not sleep well?" Li Qiwu came over and handed Yan Yun a letter: "This is from Xiao Yiran."

"He also stayed up all night, so I stayed with him in the study without daring to leave." After Li Qiwu finished speaking, he yawned, as if he could fall asleep standing up.

The moment he got the letter, the tiredness on Yan Yun's face seemed to be wiped away in an instant. He slowly opened the letter and frowned as he looked at it.

The writing on the letter was so scribbled that at first glance, it looked like it was written with eyes closed.Yan Yun has seen Xiao Yiran's handwriting countless times, and knows that he is very familiar with his handwriting.

No matter when, Xiao Yiran's handwriting is correct and beautiful, but now this handwriting is worse than random writing.

"Is he okay?" After watching for a while, Yan Yun still couldn't hold back the weird feeling in his heart. He looked up at Li Qiwu who was dozing off and asked, "Is he really the one who wrote this letter?"

"Of course." Asked by Yan Yun, Li Qi subconsciously felt guilty: "It may be that he is too busy with official duties these days, so the handwriting looks a little scribbled."

Yan Yun looked at Li Qiwu with complicated emotions, and asked with doubts in his tone, "Is that really the case?"

Li Qi had no conscience at all, and Yan Yun asked again and again, but he was exhausted from being asked, so he could only falter and say: "Seriously, I'll go to sleep for a while, my son, you also need to rest. The blood has been changed, and we must maintain sufficient physical strength." After speaking, Li Qiwu pretended to be calm and left.

Yan Yun looked at Li Qiwu's back thoughtfully, and just as he stepped out to follow secretly, he was stopped by Chen Mo who heard the sound.

Holding a bowl of pitch-black medicine, Chen Mo pulled Yan Yun back without saying a word, and forced him to lie on the bed. Before Yan Yun could resist, he fed Yan Yun all the soup Down.

Yan Yun's mouth was instantly filled with the bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine, which made his entire face wrinkled.

Seeing this, Chen Mo brought another bowl of clear water and poured it down for Yan Yun without refusing.

This time, Yan Yun's stomach was full of water, and he even felt that he could hear the sound of water coming from his stomach as long as he moved his body a little.

"Brother, are you trying to poison me to death?" Yan Yun knew that Chen Mo would not harm him, so he deliberately joked.He thought that Chen Mo would ignore him arrogantly, but he didn't expect that Chen Mo just glanced at him in disgust, and finally handed him a note: "This medicine will help you exchange blood."

"You really are my good brother." Yan Yun was about to stick to Chen Mo's shoulder as he said that, but Chen Mo quickly dodged it.

Chen Mo still looked at Yan Yun with disgust on his face, and even stepped back a few steps to prevent Yan Yun from rushing towards him again.

By the time the three of them got together again, the sky had completely darkened.

"I put An Mian powder on him." Seeing Yan Yun staring at the motionless Xiao Yiran, Li Qiwu took the initiative to explain: "It will not cause any harm to the body, it will only make him fall into a temporary deep sleep and lose consciousness."

Hearing this, Yan Yun was relieved, he slowly approached Xiao Yiran, and sat down beside his bed.

Xiao Yiran lay quietly, breathing very lightly, and seemed to be in a deep sleep.

Yan Yun stretched out his hand involuntarily, caressing the dark blue eyes under his eyes.

I don't know if it's because of insomnia often, Xiao Yiran's complexion looks extremely bad at this moment, the thick dark circles under his eyes are especially obvious on his pale face.It's only been a few days since I saw him, and he has lost a lot of weight visible to the naked eye.

Yan Yun touched his face and didn't even dare to make too much movement, every move he made was extremely gentle, as if he was touching a priceless and fragile item, for fear of accidentally breaking Xiao Yiran.

Chen Mo on the side saw this scene, frowned slightly, and then pretended that he hadn't seen anything, and prepared the detoxification things with Li Qiwu.

"How sure are you?" Yan Yun forced himself not to look at Xiao Yiran anymore, he got up quickly as if he was diverting his target, and walked to Li Qiwu's side: "Are you [-]% sure?"

Yan Yun's voice sounded a little anxious, Li Qiwu heard it but didn't answer, just sighed and glanced at Yan Yun, and then began to concentrate on organizing things.

Chen Mo on the side handed over a note, telling the bloody reality: "It's a good thing to be [-]% sure."

Hearing this, Yan Yun didn't ask any more questions, he suddenly became quiet, and sorted out the medicines together with the two of them without saying a word.

After a long time, it seemed that Yan Yun could no longer restrain the grief in his heart. He finally plucked up the courage to take another look at Xiao Yiran who was lying on the ground, and said to Li Qiwu and Chen Mo: "If you can save him, don't worry about me. Blood, as much as he wants."

As soon as these words came out, Chen Mo turned dark first, and he quickly turned his head to stare at Yan Yun.

Yan Yun deliberately didn't look at him, but tilted his head to look at Li Qiwu who was beside him.

Li Qiwu was also shocked by Yan Yun's words, he looked back at Yan Yun in disbelief and confirmed: "My lord, this is not a joke, you have to think about it."

"I know." Yan Yun said without hesitation: "He is the most important thing in everything, and besides, he picked up my life for me."

Hearing this, Li Qi looked at Chen Mo unconsciously, only to find that Chen Mo was staring at Yan Yun with an unusually serious expression.

He could feel that Chen Mo and Yan Yun were engaged in an invisible confrontation.

After a while, Chen Mo sighed as if discouraged, and became the loser of this confrontation.

He held a small porcelain bottle tightly, handed it to Yan Yun awkwardly, and left a note at the same time: "If you have any discomfort, just take it."

The two stared at each other in silence for a while, before Yan Yun nodded.

"Then let's start." Li Qiwu pushed the prepared medicine and work to Xiao Yiran's bed, and motioned Yan Yun to lie down on the small bed on the other side.

The distance between the two beds was only one or two people. When Yan Yun lay down, he could see Xiao Yiran's face when he turned around.

Those always dark eyes were pressed by heavy eyelids at this moment, Yan Yun couldn't see Xiao Yiran's eyes, he could only judge by his lips pursed into a line and the uneasy expression on his face, at this moment Xiao Yiran was very uncomfortable.

"Let's start as soon as possible." Yan Yun said, but didn't turn his head, his eyes were fixed on Xiao Yiran, he wanted to see Xiao Yiran recover with his own eyes.

Chen Mo and Li Qiwu exchanged glances, and they nodded tacitly.

Chen Mo took out the medicine powder prepared in advance and lit it with an open flame, and the room was immediately filled with lingering smoke.

Yan Yun, who had kept his eyes open all the time, only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. After a while, he lost consciousness.

"The poison has penetrated the whole body, and it takes a lot of blood to force out all the toxin."

Li Qiwu held the knife, and the blood dripping from the tip of the knife was black.

"There is no way to recover." Chen Mo stared at the black blood stains on Xiao Yiran's body and said, "The possibility of being rescued is only [-]%."

His voice was cold, and his gaze shifted from Xiao Yiran to Yan Yun: "Besides, Yan Yun has shed too much blood today, and if this continues, neither of them will be able to survive."

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