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

It has been five days since Xia Qiulian took the Resurrection Pill, and every day that passed, Yan Wanting's anxiety and fear increased. Losing his temper.

Over the past few days, my body has become weaker and weaker every day, and the medicines sent by Fu'an have become more and more frequent. Many of them are prescriptions that I have never taken before. I am as smart as Xia Qiulian, so I naturally expected something.

It's just that Yan Wanting didn't say anything, so she didn't ask, even though the medicine Fu'an sent was bitter, Yan Wanting coaxed her a few words and she drank it. All kinds of snacks.

There are sweet and sour plums, candied haws wrapped in sugar flowers, and longxu cakes that melt in the mouth of Jiang Guo, which is sweet and delicious.

But what you drink is medicine after all, and it is inevitable that there will be some side effects, such as drowsiness, dizziness and nausea, and sometimes you will suddenly lose your mind in a daze, and you don't know what you did when you wake up.

Fortunately, Yan Wanting has been watching over her so that nothing will happen to her.

Yan Wanting also seemed to know what Xia Qiulian had already guessed, but the two of them didn't tell the truth, and when they got along, they were still the same as before, one rogue and the other helpless, warm and close.

Xia Qiulian was sitting at the desk reading a book, and Yan Banting leaned beside her and looked at her without blinking her eyes. When Xia Qiulian finished reading a page before she started, she thoughtfully helped Xia Qiulian turn the page.

Xia Qiulian didn't speak, but his cold face was slightly tinged with warmth and tenderness.

Although Xia Qiulian didn't pay attention to Yan Banting when he was reading, Yan Banting didn't feel bored at all. Seeing that the tea cup in Xia Qiulian's hand was empty, he smiled and got up and stretched.

"Lian'er, I'll get you a cup of tea."

Walking to the table, holding the teacup and turning his back to Xia Qiulian, the smile on Yan Wanting's face instantly turned into grief, and those deep and clear phoenix eyes were full of inseparable loneliness and helplessness.

Lifting the teapot and pouring tea into the cup, a few drops of warm tea accidentally splashed and landed on the dark lacquered wooden table. Come and make a noise.

She turned her head quickly as if she had a premonition, and Xia Qiulian, who was sitting on the chair reading a book, closed her eyes and lay down on the table with a disastrous expression, as if she had passed out.

Yan Wanting's face changed, and he opened the door and said anxiously to Qing Yuanlu Ruan who was guarding the door.

"Quick, go and invite Uncle Fu'an here."

After speaking, he walked to Xia Qiulian's side in two steps in three steps, and stretched out his hand to embrace her in his arms. Her body was as cold as ice, without the warmth of a living person.

It didn't take long for Fu'an and Ci to come, and after feeling the pulse, Ci breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, there is nothing wrong with presenting a concubine, but the medicine I tried for her today is also useless."

Yan Wanting looked at Xia Qiulian who was lying on the bed, with unbearable pain on her face, her hands clenched into fists, the anger and powerlessness welling up in her chest could not be vented.

As long as there is no way to find out, Xia Qiulian will keep trying the medicine for the remaining ten days, drink those bitter concoctions over and over again, and then endure the pain and torture caused by the medicine's properties.

And she can't do anything.

Maybe, she should think about it, she should think about what Ci told her, that's the only way that can be used.

Although there is only a glimmer of hope, it is better than endless drug testing, at least, it won't make Lian'er suffer.

Yan Wanting sat quietly on the side of the bed, looking at Xia Qiulian's frowning and pale face with a bit of pain, with complicated expressions on her face.

After a long time, she closed her eyes and sighed softly, her straight back slowly drooped, as if she had compromised, compromised with herself.

If the uncle has tried all the prescriptions and can't save Lian'er, then what is the pain that Lian'er has suffered.

Yan Wanting stood up, she said softly with her back turned.

"Uncle, I want to go out with you and have a talk."

After resigning, she seemed to know her decision, she nodded solemnly, walked out of the door first, stood under a maple tree in the yard, and waited for Yan Banting.

As soon as he said his words and left, Fu An seemed to have lost his backbone, his eyes dodged and he did not dare to look at Yan Wanting, nor did he dare to look at Xia Qiulian who was lying on the bed. brick.

Yan Wanting covered Xia Qiulian with a brocade quilt, then slowly let go of her hand, leaned over and kissed Xia Qiulian's cold forehead, then stood up, glanced at Fu'an, and left a sentence.

"Take care of her."

Then he turned and walked out the door.

Yan Wanting's footsteps were a little hesitant, she walked to Ci's side step by step, looked at her back, her lips moved slightly, and before she could speak, she listened to Ci and sighed softly.

It's spring, and the half-arm-sized maple tree in front of you is covered with vibrant green new leaves, while a few withered and yellow old leaves are still hanging on the branches and leaves. Occasionally, one or two pieces will fall with the breeze, spinning lightly. fell to the ground.

New leaves replace old ones, which seems to imply something.

After resigning without turning back, she looked up at the maple tree in front of her, and at a small worm lying on a young leaf, gnawing on the leaf surface, she asked softly.

"You decide."

Yan Wanting didn't answer, she was silent for a long time, she thought she was going to change her mind after a long time.

"you..."

When he turned around and wanted to ask her again, Yan Wanting finally answered in a hoarse and trembling voice.

"Uncle, I have decided, let's try."

Nodding his head, since it has been decided, let's start immediately.

"Well, I'll invite people over tomorrow."

After hearing the speech, Yan Wanting was a little stunned, she looked at the

"Tomorrow? Uncle, can you...can you be two days later."

Shaking her head after resigning, she knew the affection between Yan Banting and Xia Qiulian, and also knew that if it failed, maybe today would be the last time Yan Banting and Xia Qiulian would meet, but as a doctor, she forced herself not to soften her heart.

Liaoci didn't explain too much, just said something softly.

"Your Highness, you need to know that the longer you wait, the more toxic the cold poison in Concubine Xian's body will become."

She knew that Yan Wanting understood, and she also knew that Yan Wanting had to give up, even though it was cruel.

Yan Wanting's eyes seemed to lose their brilliance in an instant, and her complexion paled a lot. She closed her eyes and nodded, her hoarse voice trembling, almost unable to speak.

"Then tonight, I will make it clear with Lian'er. In any case, let Lian'er decide for herself."

"it is good."

He resigned and nodded, watching Yan Wanting turn around, watching her slumped and slightly curved back and messy steps.

With a sigh, he said with emotion that everything in the world has a cause and effect.

If it wasn't for Yan Wanting who hurt Xia Qiulian at the beginning, then Xia Qiulian's body would not be so weak, and Yan Wanting would not be so painful and regretful now.

This is the cycle of karma.

When Yan Wanting returned to the room, Xia Qiulian had already woken up.

Her face softened a little, and she was half-sitting on the bed, talking with Fu An.

When Fu'an faced Xia Qiulian, he always felt a little guilty, and kept his head down when he spoke.

Xia Qiulian heard from Fu'an that it was because of her drugs that she had an attack, but she knew that Fu'an was unintentional, and she didn't blame Fu'an.

But Fu'an felt ashamed, even if Xia Qiulian didn't blame her, she would blame herself.

Xia Qiulian looked at Fu'an who lowered her head and grabbed the corner of her clothes, a trace of complexity flashed in her eyes, and then she asked softly.

"Little Imperial Physician Fu'an, how many days do I have?"

Fu'an, who Xia Qiulian asked, was a little caught off guard. Before his mind could react, a few words had already popped out of his mouth.

"Except for today, there are still nine..."

After reacting, Fu'an covered his mouth, looked at Xia Qiulian in horror, and swallowed the rest of the words.

But Xia Qiulian had already heard what she should have heard, and even if it was half of it, she already had the answer.

She was a little stunned, although she was prepared in her heart, she never thought that day would be so close, she lowered her head, her face was shrouded in shadow, and she couldn't see any expression.

"Nine days...?"

It's just that there was a murmur that seemed to be there, so light that it almost made people think it was an illusion.