The demon concubine of rebirth, you have been tricked by gl

In the morning, the sky was bright, and the birds had just woken up, chirping and jumping on the branches. The flowers and plants planted in the yard, and the green leaves and petals were still rolling with crystal clear dewdrops.

With a creaking sound, a door was pulled open.

Dressed in white clothes, she said her words and walked out calmly. She stood still under the corridor, looking up a little absent-mindedly at a precarious drop of water condensing along the tile edge.

After waiting for a long time, no one in the room came out by himself, so he resigned and turned his head, sighed helplessly and said softly.

"Not coming out yet?"

The one who responded was a pair of hands that slowly closed the door, and then Fu An's wrinkled and aggrieved face appeared in the half-open door.

Her originally fair and rosy face was only white, without the good look before. The beautiful deer eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the surrounding area was not only swollen, but also darkened. It was obvious that she did not have a good rest last night.

Fu An stood by the door, her bright eyes dimmed a lot, she raised her eyes to look at Ci, and then quickly lowered her eyes, her lifeless face drooped listlessly, her fan-like long eyelashes slowly fanned one by one.

That pitiful appearance, like a wronged and coquettish fluffy cub, really made people feel pity when they saw it.

She picked a small groove on the door, whining softly.

"Master, I don't want to go."

Liaoci sighed softly, last night Fu'an curled up in her arms and cried for most of the night, she couldn't coax her well.

Fu'an felt ashamed in her heart, ashamed of Xia Qiulian and ashamed of Yan Banting, she felt that she had harmed Xia Qiulian.

Although it was not intentional or intentional, in any case, it was indeed because of Fu'an's medicine that Xia Qiulian became seriously ill, which is inexcusable.

I asked her to leave.

"Are you really not going?"

"I do not dare to go."

Fu'an tugged on the door and refused to let go, biting his lip with a complicated look on his face.

Yesterday His Highness was worried about Concubine Xian, and had no time to blame her. If Concubine Xian didn't wake up today, let alone His Highness would kill her, she would hang herself.

She didn't force Fu'an to go, it's fine if she doesn't go, if Concubine Xian really didn't wake up, she was really afraid that Yan Banting, who was in a rage, would hurt her silly apprentice.

"Since you don't want to go, then just wait here."

Fu An lowered his head and said nothing.

She said she would not go, but after walking a few steps, she heard footsteps behind her, and she looked back.

Fu'an, who drooped her head, hesitated for a while and followed. She walked to Ci's side, timidly tugged Ci's clothes, raised her head slightly, her dark pupils were dim, and she had a few traces of Trembling crying softly begged to resign.

"Master, if His Highness wants to beat me and kill me, please don't stop me, Master."

She said nothing, she just took a deep look at Fu'an, then reached out to hold Fu'an's hand, and led her step by step to the courtyard next door where Xia Qiulian and Yan Banting lived.

A Su has been guarding the door, the wound on her forehead is still red and swollen, and her expression is a bit sad and anxious, and she casts her eyes on the closed door from time to time.

As expected, Xia Qiulian did not wake up.

Seeing Ci and Fu'an coming hand in hand, her eyes lit up and she walked over quickly.

"I have seen senior Fu'an imperial physician. Your highness has guarded the empress all night without rest. From yesterday to this morning, no water has entered. Senior, let's go in and have a look."

For A Su, Yan Banting was the only thing she was worried about, and Xia Qiulian's safety was only concerned with Yan Banting's emotions.

Nodding his head, he dragged Fuan to knock on the door, but after waiting for a while, he didn't hear any sound in the room, so he stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

Yan Wanting sat on the side of the bed with her back facing the door, she seemed to have not moved all night, but her straight back was slightly bent as if a large stone was pressed on it.

The door opened, Yan Wanting didn't turn her head, she said softly.

"Uncle, it's not yet dawn."

Sure enough, as she thought, Xia Qiulian didn't wake up, and sighed softly as she looked at Yan Banting's back.

"I know, let me take a look."

Hiding behind Cici, Fu An, who was afraid to come out by the hem of her clothes, poked her head out, with a look of guilt on her face.

Yan Wanting was silent for a long time before finally turning around, but her pale and tired face and bloodshot eyes startled Le Ci and Fu An.

Her eyes were like candles that were about to go out on the table, she was still clinging to the last bit of hope in the weak and dead silence.

Because of not drinking water for too long, Yan Wanting's pale lips seemed to be dry and cracked. After opening his lips to speak, the flesh was pulled apart, and the scarlet blood instantly stained his lips red, as if he had suddenly painted red paint on his lips. The strange cinnabar.

"Uncle, if... there is another way."

Yan Wanting originally wanted to ask if Xia Qiulian hadn't woken up, but in the middle of speaking, her chest felt tight and painful, so she still didn't say it.

Leo Ci didn't directly answer her question, but walked to the bedside to look at Xia Qiulian's face, then felt her pulse, raised her hand calmly, and she said softly.

"Wait a minute."

As soon as the resigned hand was removed, Yan Wanting reached out and grabbed Xia Qiulian's hand, just like the whole night before, quietly holding her hand.

"Ah."

Looking at Yan Wanting's haggard face, he hesitated for a while before speaking, and then spoke softly.

"Yesterday to today I haven't eaten, I haven't drank any water, and I haven't rested all night. Look at your haggard appearance. Don't say that the people outside have seen you, but the concubine Xianfei woke up and saw you. Not happy either."

Originally, A Su persuaded Yan Banting many times to let her rest and eat, but she pretended not to hear it.

But Yan Wanting seemed to listen to what Liaoci said, and I don't know if it was because Liaoci was the elder or uncle, or because she mentioned Xia Qiulian.

On the table was the pumpkin porridge that A Su brought in not long ago, and it was still warm, neither hot nor cold.

Yan Wanting stood up, because he didn't rest or eat all night, his body was a little weak when he got up, he wobbled and almost fell down.

Fortunately, Liaci stretched out his hand, gently grabbed her, sighed, and Liaci complained a little.

"Look, you can't even stand still. After Concubine Xian wakes up, if you want to take care of her personally, how can you have the energy?"

"Master, don't worry, my body and my heart are measured."

After Yan Wanting stood firm, he waved his hand lightly, signaling to let her go, and then walked slowly to a wooden frame at the door of the room.

A copper basin filled with clear water was placed on top, and Yan Wanting washed it himself.

The moment the blood on the lips touched the warm water, there was a tingling sensation, but Yan Wanting wiped it off expressionlessly, as if she didn't feel anything at all.

After washing, she walked slowly to the table.

The porridge on the table exudes a faint fragrance of rice, and Yan Wanting sat down expressionlessly.

Standing aside, Fu An, who lowered his head and pinched the hem of his clothes, had red eyes and did not dare to look up at Xia Qiulian or Yan Wanting. He stood a little embarrassed and did not dare to move.

Yan Wanting, who had been silent all this time, picked up a small bowl of porridge, but didn't bring it to the mouth for a long time. After a while, she turned her head to look at Fu'an, and asked in a cold voice.

"Did you have breakfast?"

Fu An shook her body, raised her head cautiously, and the moment she met Yan Banting's eyes, she confirmed that Yan Banting was talking to her.

She licked her dry lips, and after taking a look at Yan Wanting, she quickly lowered her head and murmured softly.

"No...no."

Yan Wanting nodded, then pointed to the chair beside him, his tone still cold and without any emotion.

"Sit down and eat with me."

Fu'an was terrified, but he couldn't stop feeling wronged. Although Yan Wanting used to tease her and bully her, he always spoiled her. He ordered the imperial doctor to leave cakes for her, let her be lazy in the imperial hospital, and punish those who Bullied her concubine.

Although sometimes she always loves to quarrel with Yan Banting, relying on her not to do anything to herself, secretly drug Yan Banting.

These Yan Wantings never blamed her, and they never even got angry with her once. Every time they said they wanted to punish her, they never really punished her.

This time, she really angered Yan Wanting.

If she only hurt Yan Wanting, she was unconscious and the bandits tied her up, Xia Qiulian would not have been hurt.

According to Yan Wanting's temper, let Fu'an kneel for one night at most, and then give her a hard time.

But because of her mistake, Miyan accidentally injured Xia Qiulian, and hurt her so badly that her life was affected, and now she doesn't know if she is alive or dead.

Fu An sat down tremblingly, and the red and swollen eyes from crying all night yesterday began to condense a hazy layer of water vapor.