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

Yan Wanting didn't speak all the time, but barely drank half a bowl of porridge, put down the bowl and chopsticks, walked to the side of the bed, and sat next to Xia Qiulian in almost the same posture as before.

Apart from telling Fu An to sit down and eat, he didn't say anything to Fu An.

Fu An sat at the table, she didn't take a sip of the porridge served by Yan Banting in front of her, she just sat there with her head down and motionless.

After resigning, he went to the window, pushed open the carved wooden window, and the moist air with the scent of flowers in the morning poured into the house.

It was completely dawn, and people who had slept all night had gotten up and prepared to live an ordinary day. Outside the house, the hawkers on the street could even be heard yelling to buy goods.

Xia Qiulian was still lying on the bed without any movement, her face was pale and bloodless, and even her breathing was so weak that she had to press her lips to hear it.

The morning breeze seemed to blow the dewdrops on the branches and leaves, and with a moist breath, it stirred Ci's skirt.

He closed his eyes and stood tightly by the window.

There were obviously four people in the room, but there was no sound at all. The atmosphere was extremely oppressive and desperate.

Time passed bit by bit, Yan Wanting's dim eyes became more and more tired, and the hand holding Xia Qiulian became tighter and tighter.

At the end, Xia Qiulian still didn't wake up.

Since the acupuncture technique is useless, it would be useless to drag it on any longer. After saying goodbye and turning around, she looked at Yan Banting's back with pity and a trace of impatience. After a long silence, she finally parted her red lips and said softly.

"It's time for me to take the needle off."

The soft voice of the resignation was like a thunderbolt, awakening Fu An who was sitting at the table.

Fu Anteng stood up, with tears in her eyes, she looked at Xia Qiulian who was on the bed, then turned her head and looked at Ci with begging eyes.

Liaoci saw that she didn't speak, but shook his head helplessly.

Yan Wanting, who turned his back to them, seemed to be still, not even making a slight body movement.

After waiting for a long time, Yan Wanting finally spoke, and the hoarse and somewhat outrageous voice just said something lightly.

"Uncle, wait a little longer."

Liaoci frowned, although she couldn't bear it, she still said calmly.

"Wan Ting, I said yesterday that if she still can't wake up today, then this acupuncture method won't work at all. You should know that even if it drags on, it will be useless."

Yan Wanting didn't seem to hear what she said, but just repeated it in a flat and hoarse voice.

"Wait a little longer, uncle, wait a little longer."

Fuan stood there blankly, she seemed a little unbelievable, and after a long time she staggered to Ci's side, pulled the corner of her clothes, with fear and helplessness, opened her lips but said no as if she lost her voice Say a word.

Liao Ci looked into Fu'an's eyes, and looked at the dark and lifeless eyes of this innocent and innocent apprentice, his heart felt as if he had been stabbed hard by a needle.

She knew that if Xia Qiulian really went like this, let alone Yan Wanting, she was afraid that this stupid apprentice of hers would also fall into obsession and would never be able to forgive herself for the rest of her life.

The hands hanging by his sides clenched into fists, and he closed his eyes and sighed faintly, as if he had made up his mind. When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Fu'an with complicated eyes.

"Forget it, I still have a Resurrection Pill left by your ancestor. It was originally obtained by your ancestor by chance, and it was reserved for life extension."

The resignation rekindled the hopes of Fu'an and Yan Banting.

Yan Wanting stood up, she turned her head to look at Ci, her expression was mixed with joy and suspicion.

Fu An's gloomy eyes lit up a gleam, and then she turned her head to look at Yan Banting in ecstasy, then tugged at the corner of Ci's clothes, and said impatiently.

"Then, can the Resurrection Pill save Concubine Xian?"

Looking at Yan Wanting's suspicious eyes, he shook his head and said softly.

"I know you have doubts in your heart, why didn't I have this Resurrection Pill and feed it to her earlier. In fact, this Resurrection Pill is not a panacea for bringing the dead back to life. Her life is only half a month old. Master entrusted it to me at the beginning because he wanted me to keep it for him, and feed him to eat when he runs out of oil and lamps dry up."

In fact, the Resurrection Pill is not a thing of Liaoci at all, it was just placed here by the master and asked her to keep it on her behalf.

Although the master is a hundred years old, he has not returned to the valley for many years, and he does not know whether he is alive or dead.

But since she resigned at the beginning and vowed to protect Master's Resurrection Pill, if she didn't ask for it today, she would give Xia Qiulian the only Resurrection Pill in the world.

If the master is still alive, he doesn't know where he is wandering in the world, and when he comes back, if he doesn't see the soul-returning pill, he might die if he resigns according to his temper.

Just looking at Yan Wanting's appearance that if Xia Qiulian went, she seemed to be going with her, and seeing Fu'an's dying appearance, she couldn't bear to go on, so she could only let go.

After hearing the remark that the Resurrection Pill could only save half a month's life, Yan Banting's originally bright eyes dimmed instantly.

But even for one day, she would try for Xia Qiulian.

She straightened her back and looked at Ci with fixed eyes, took a deep breath and said.

"Uncle, you know that since I was a child, I have only kneeled down to my father, even when I was a teacher, I have never kneeled down to my master, today."

In the middle of speaking, Yan Wanting bent his knees, straightened his back and knelt in front of Ci.

Yan Wanting knelt down like this, startling both Ci and Fu'an.

What is Yan Wanting's identity? She is the dignified and only princess of Yan Kingdom, the proud daughter of heaven, and the most honorable woman in the world.

Don't say goodbye, even if it's the master who said goodbye, when her master comes, only the master will salute her.

Now she actually knelt down for Xia Qiulian, let go of her pride and self-esteem, and knelt before resigning.

After a moment of astonishment, Liaoci quickly walked up to Yan Wanting. She reached out and grabbed Yan Wanting's arms, trying to help her up.

"What are you doing? You are the majestic Princess of the Yan Kingdom. Kneeling on the ground is not my turn. Get up quickly, I can't stand you kneeling like this."

Yan Wanting didn't get up, she stretched out her hand to grab Ci's hands, her deep and dark eyes were like a bottomless well.

"Master, I know it's embarrassing for you to disobey your master's order, but we have no other choice. As long as it can save Qiu Lian's life, I'm willing to do anything."

Liaoci sighed, unexpectedly Yan Wanting's affection for Xia Qiulian was so deep that she did not hesitate to give up her status to give her such a big gift, why would she hesitate any longer.

"Get up, since I have told you about the Resurrection Pill, I have made up my mind. You don't have to feel embarrassed about me. In the future...if the master comes back, I will apologize."

After driving Yan Wanting and Fu'an out of the room, Zhi Zhi stayed in the room alone.

She walked slowly to Xia Qiulian's side.

Quietly gazing at Xia Qiulian's pale and beautiful face, with complex expressions flashing in her eyes, she murmured softly.

"I really don't know, if it really saves you, it will be a blessing or a curse for Ban Ting."

"But if I don't save you..."

Liaoci, who had made up his mind, hesitated for a while before he sighed and took out a small wooden box from his bosom.

The small wooden box is carved with exquisite and simple patterns, just looking at the box makes people feel that this is not an ordinary thing.

Liaoci carefully opened the small wooden box, and there was only a gray pill the size of a fingernail lying in the box, without the slightest luster, as if it were a small pill that was so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary.

Little did they know that such an inconspicuous pill was a life-saving elixir that Master had worked so hard to find, almost costing half his life.

Liaoci sat on the side of the bed, stretched out his hand and gently delivered the small pill to Xia Qiulian's lips.

Xia Qiulian swallowed the pill without any effort.

The pill melted in the mouth, or flowed into Xia Qiulian's throat as a stream of sweet water.

Watching Xia Qiulian take the pill, Liaoci took off the nine silver needles on Xia Qiulian's body expressionlessly.

The silver needle as thin as a cow's hair was pulled out easily, but after pulling out the silver needle, he found something was wrong.

On the tip of the silver needle, there was a faint blue color, she looked closely, only to find that the tip of the silver needle seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice.

Stretching out his hand to touch it lightly, the chill from the tip of the needle hits, it actually penetrates into the marrow of the bone, and even Liao Ci, who has deep inner strength, can't help shivering.

Liaoci frowned, looking suspiciously at the thin ice on the tip of the needle that showed no sign of melting.

This is a strange thing that she has never encountered in her half-life of practicing medicine.

The cold poison in Xia Qiulian's body can be forced out of the body like thin ice.

After saying a word, he put the nine silver needles in the small box containing the soul-resurrection pill, then got up and walked to the door.

The moment the door was opened, Yan Wanting walked quickly to Cishen, and asked in a slightly anxious tone.

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

He nodded.

"Go in and have a look, maybe she will wake up soon."

Yan Wanting raised her legs and walked over the threshold to the door, but she quickly stopped, turned her head to look at Ci, and said softly.

"Thank you, uncle."

He resigned and didn't turn back, just said something lightly.

"Go in and see her."

Yan Wanting walked in and closed the door. Fu An, who originally wanted to follow her in, was turned away, and was almost hit in the face by the door.

She shrunk her face, and took two steps back in a very quick reaction, then turned her head to look at Ci, and said something.

"Master."

As if he didn't hear her cry, he held the small wooden box containing the silver needles in his hand, turned around and walked out with a thoughtful expression.

Fuan, who had been ignored by Zici, suddenly became anxious. She turned her head and looked at the closed door, then at Qiaoci who was about to walk outside the courtyard in a blink of an eye. She bit her lip and trotted to catch up with Ci, following step by step. Behind her, another call came.

"Master, what's wrong?"

He said his words and walked out quickly, but still didn't answer her.

Fu An looked puzzled, but followed Ci all the way out of the mansion.

Followed Ci and walked on the street for a long time, Fuan still didn't know where he was going, she asked Ci but never answered her, so she could only shut up and follow.

Turning around in the narrow alley several times, Fu An's nose sensitively smelled a scent of medicine.

Following that smell, Liao Ci led her to a remote and dilapidated small house, and finally stopped in her tracks.

There was an indistinct plaque hanging on the door of the dilapidated small house, and Fuan looked at it for a while before he recognized the two characters that were almost illegible under the weather.

Medicine house.

There are still a few medicinal herbs drying on the ground in front of the door.

Fu An immediately recognized that it was the most common herb for treating typhoid fever.

It is obvious that the small house that Liao Ci brought her here is a medical center.

It's just that there doesn't seem to be much business in this medical center. As Ci walked in, there was a big medicine cabinet behind the counter in the center of the lobby, and a row of small wooden sticks were neatly hung on countless small drawers, with the name of the medicine written on it. .

There was no one in the lobby, so he stood in front of the counter, picked up a small brass bell on the counter, and shook it lightly.

As soon as the bell rang, a man's voice was heard coming from behind a curtained door.

"Wait a moment, come right away."

Fu An looked around curiously.

After a while, a middle-aged man in plain clothes opened the curtain and came out.

The man's hands were wet, he lowered his head and wiped the front of his clothes, and asked without raising his head.

"Seeing a doctor or taking medicine."

Looking at the man, he opened his lips and said softly.

"Reminiscing about the past."

The man froze, raised his head in disbelief, and looked at the speech standing in front of the counter in astonishment.

His numb eyes stared at Ci for a long time, and finally an awkward smile appeared on his expressionless face, he squinted his eyes and smiled and called out.

"Sister-in-law."

Fu An stood beside Ci with wide-eyed eyes, looked at the unattractive dark-skinned man, and yelled in surprise.

"Sister?"

Is this man Master's brother?

There was a huge wave in Fu'an's heart, why she never heard from her master that she had another uncle.

And the brothers and sisters in Guli never mentioned it.

Even when the master was still in the valley when he was a child, he never said it.

Fu'an always thought that the master had only one senior brother, that is, Yan Banting's master and her uncle Liaolu.

Liaoci looked at the man in front of him, with his hands behind his back, and said calmly.

"Brother, long time no see."

The man smiled and lowered his head to dry his hands on the lapel of his chest, then raised his head and looked at the words with complicated nostalgia, and said slowly word by word.

"Long time? It's just that I haven't seen you in 20 years."

He closed his eyes, and there was no joy on his face to see his senior brother whom he hadn't seen for many years, but he just said expressionlessly.

"I haven't seen you in 20 years. I didn't expect my brother to recognize me at a glance."

The man's eyes have been on Ci from the moment he appeared. At first, he was a little surprised and depressingly complicated, but soon he looked at Ci, his expression changed, and there was a bit of fanaticism in his cloudy eyes. Greedy, staring closely at Ci's face.

"Of course I can recognize you. The smell on Junior Sister's body has not changed in 20 years."

Fu'an stood aside, for some reason, she suddenly felt cold all over her body, as if she was suddenly wrapped around her body by a poisonous snake, with a breath of suffocation threat.

An inexplicable fear came to her heart, and she unconsciously took half a step back, behind Cici.

She was actually a little afraid of this unattractive man in front of her who didn't look threatening at all. Obviously, this man didn't do anything, he didn't even look at her.

Liaoci looked back at the man without showing any weakness, but she turned slightly to one side, just blocking Fu'an's sight and keeping Fu'an behind her, her voice was still cold and without any warmth.

"I'm here today because I have something to ask the teacher brother."