I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

With no one around, it was much easier for Li Qiwu to operate.

He deftly peeled off the clothes on Xiao Yiran's chest, and rubbed disinfectant wine on his skin.

Yan Yun and Liu Ruyu on the side were both stunned by the scene in front of them.

On Xiao Yiran's body, scars of different sizes and shades were distributed vertically and horizontally on the bare skin alone.

Most had scabbed over, and some appeared freshly cut and were slightly red.

Not a single piece of skin visible to the naked eye on the chest was intact.

One of the scars was long and deep, winding from the heart to the waist, like a long twisted worm.

Seeing this, Yan Yun couldn't help gasping, he couldn't help covering his heart, frowning and staring at Li Qiwu's hands, for fear that he would accidentally touch those scars.

Even though he was used to seeing Xiao Yiran's scars, seeing him again, Li Qiwu still felt a little shocking.

On the originally mottled chest, a few more scars appeared at some point.

This should be cut by Xiao Yiran himself when he was awake.

The scar was cut extremely unevenly. It seemed that Xiao Yiran at that time could no longer control his emotions well.

The knife edge was less than half a finger away from the heart, and it was almost fatal.

"The poisonous attacks are becoming more and more frequent." Li Qiwu said, making a cut on one of the few intact skins: "The blood is all black."

Yan Yun and Liu Ruyu looked at the newly opened opening at the same time, and sure enough the blood that flowed out was black.

Although it is not as dark as ink, it is eight degrees darker than the blood color of normal people.

Yan Yun's breath stopped, and his gaze shifted to Li Qiwu. Just as he was about to ask about Xiao Yiran's situation, Li Qiwu was staring at the wound very seriously, his hand holding the knife trembling slightly.

He gritted his teeth tightly, completely out of his usual carefree manner.

The question that was about to be asked was swallowed back, and Yan Yun's eyes fell on Xiao Yiran's sweaty face, feeling inexplicably tired.

He walked to the nearest position to Xiao Yiran without saying a word, and stared at his tightly closed eyes like torches.

For some reason, Yan Yun suddenly wanted to look at Xiao Yiran's dark eyes again.But the owner of the pair of pupils was in a coma, not even blinking his eyelids.

The familiar panic came rushing in like a tide, making Yan Yun feel as if he had returned to the time when he was 16 years old.

Back then, when King Yixuan and Princess Yixuan were dying, they were lying still like Xiao Yiran, without even raising their eyelids.

He stared blankly at Xiao Yiran, then at Li Qiwu who was bleeding, and suddenly became a little at a loss.He couldn't face such a heavy blow again.

An irresistible feeling of powerlessness came over me one after another, and the strength in my body seemed to be drained instantly.

Yan Yun grabbed Xiao Yiran's hand and held it tightly, calming down a little this time.

"He doesn't feel the pain, so don't worry." Li Qiwu didn't drive away Yan Yun, focused on bleeding without raising his head, and continued: "It's just a routine for him."

"Pool meal?"

Yan Yun couldn't believe it. These four words made his heart beat violently a few times. He suppressed the discomfort and said, "Is there a better way?"

Li Qiwu raised his head, glanced at Yan Yun strangely, then looked at his and Xiao Yiran's handshake and didn't speak.

"I mean, is there any way not to torture people?" Yan Yun continued, "Bloodletting is not a long-term solution after all."

"No." Li Qiwu continued to focus on bloodletting: "If there is any other way, he won't have to suffer for more than ten years."

"It's highly poisonous." Li Qiwu added, "An old disease."

Looking at Xiao Yiran's cut skin, with thick black blood oozing out continuously, Yan Yun suddenly didn't know what to say.

His eyes were attracted by the bruised wounds, and the expression on his face was visible to the naked eye.

Yan Yun wanted to say something more, opened his mouth, and finally changed the subject: "Is it Xiao Yiyang's poison?"

"That's it." Li Qiwu Chen Mo for a moment, then said: "It's Xiao Yiyang and his concubine mother, Concubine Li."

Speaking of Concubine Li, everyone in Jiang Country knows everyone.She was the favorite concubine of the old emperor, second only to Concubine Shu in terms of favorability.

Concubine Shu is Xiao Yiran's biological mother.

Concubine Li and Concubine Shu entered the palace together, they are the best sisters.Later Concubine Shu died tragically for no reason, and Xiao Yiran was adopted by Concubine Li.

Everyone envied Xiao Yiran's good life. Although his mother died young, he had an adoptive mother who treated him like his own.

At that time, Yan Yun and Xiao Yiran had no personal relationship, so they thought so, thinking that Concubine Li was a dedicated adoptive mother.

Li Qiwu's words really overturned Yan Yun's imagination, he did not expect Xiao Yiran's life to be more bumpy than he imagined.

Therefore, Yan Yun hesitated and asked: "Concubine Li is a virtuous and virtuous concubine, how could..."

"And aren't Concubine Li and Concubine Xiao Yiran good sisters?"

With the release of poisonous blood, the paleness on Xiao Yiran's face gradually faded.

Li Qiwu put down the knife, took the gauze that Liu Ruyu handed over, and carefully bandaged it.

It was not until Xiao Yiran's wound was wrapped up that Li Qiwu looked at Yan Yun.

With this glance, Yan Yun couldn't understand why.

It's like Yan Yun's ignorance of these things is a crime, and Yan Yun feels a little guilty.

Yan Yun suddenly realized that he didn't seem to understand Xiao Yiran at all.

Li Qi didn't wash off the blood stains on his hands, and asked blankly: "Isn't Xiao Yiyang also as close to you as brothers? Why did he also want to kill you?"

Hearing this, Yan Yun fell silent, he subconsciously clenched Xiao Yiran's hand, without saying a word.

There was no smile on Li Qiwu's face, and he said coldly: "The affairs of the royal family are never as simple as they appear on the surface, don't you also can't figure it out..."

"Yeah." Yan Yun didn't deny it.

The small tent suddenly fell into silence, and none of the three said a word, and looked at Xiao Yiran lying on the bed with their own thoughts.The poisonous blood was temporarily suppressed, and Xiao Yiran woke up leisurely.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Liu Ruyu and Li Qiwu standing there: "How many catties of blood did you inject this time?"

Xiao Yiran endured the excruciating pain, and deliberately joked.

Hearing this, Li Qi glanced at him in vain, and said mercilessly: "You are in such pain that you can hardly speak, so please be quiet."

Yan Yun, who was sitting by the bed, also said, "He's right, you should have a good rest."

Yan Yun was in the blind spot of Xiao Yiran's perspective, and it was only when he opened his mouth that Xiao Yiran discovered him.

"when did you come?"

Seeing that he was about to get up again, Yan Yun hurriedly pushed him back and said, "You were already unconscious when I came."

After this series of movements, Xiao Yiran realized that his hand was being held by Yan Yun.If it wasn't for Yan Yun trying to hold him down just now, he still hasn't let go.

Xiao Yiran didn't answer, and fell into his own small world.He straightly raised the hand that was held by Yan Yun just now, held it up to his eyes and looked at it carefully, looking very seriously.

Li Qiwu at the side thought that he was unconscious, so he hurried up to touch his forehead: "I don't have a fever."

After saying that, Li Qiwu shook his hand in front of Xiao Yiran again, and asked softly, "How much is this?"

When asking this question, Li Qiwu was holding out two fingers.

Xiao Yiran cast a warning glance at Li Qiwu, pushed his hand away, turned to look at Yan Yun and said, "Your hands are sweating a lot."

As he said that, he showed his hands to Yan Yun a few times to prove that he didn't talk nonsense: "My palms are sweating from scratching."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Yun quickly glanced at Liu Ruyu and Li Qiwu with a guilty conscience, and found that they were staring at him thoughtfully.

Therefore, Yan Yun was even more guilty of guilt. He deliberately refused to admit it, trying to get away with it: "That's the sweat you squeezed out when you were unconscious."

As if to prove that he wasn't talking nonsense, Yan Yun pointed to Xiao Yiran's forehead: "Isn't your forehead full of cold sweat, and your neck as well."

Yan Yun still wanted to argue, but Xiao Yiran interrupted with a chuckle: "Then how do you explain the red marks on my hand?"

Yan Yun's heart skipped a beat when he heard that, and he said casually, "You pinched it yourself."

"On the back of the hand." Xiao Yiran refused to let go: "I don't have the ability to pinch the back of my own hand."

Yan Yun was stunned, just thinking about how to explain, Xiao Yiran spoke again: "Actually, when you pinched me for the second time, I was already awake."

Li Qiwu, who was on the side, was already sitting at the table, knocking on melon seeds.He handed a handful to Liu Ruyu, and said with a look on his face, "Knock it?"

Liu Ruyu took it with a smile, and really started eating melon seeds.

Yan Yun, who originally wanted to continue sophistry, suddenly froze, and his eyes began to flick in embarrassment, but he didn't dare to look at Xiao Yiran.

Yan Yun was thinking about how to reasonably explain the red mark on the back of Xiao Yiran's hand.

The person involved, Yan Yun, regretted it very much. When he pinched his hand just now, he was not serious or serious.

"You kept moving around when you were unconscious. I wanted to hold you down, lest you be scratched by a knife, so..."

In the end, Yan Yun found an unreasonable reason for himself.

After he finished speaking, he gave Li Qiwu a look of asking for help, hoping that the other party would cooperate with him through this embarrassing moment.

Unexpectedly, Li Qiwu grabbed another handful of melon seeds, knocked them and said, "When he was unconscious, he was more honest than ever, he didn't even move his hair."