Looking at the painful Ye Jiangxue, Yan Junqing was so heartbroken that she was about to die. I hope she could share some of the pain for her, even if she gave her life, he would do whatever he could.

"Jiangxue...Jiangxue... hold on, must hold on, for me, just for me." He didn't know if Ye Jiangxue could hear his words. Living for him was Ye Jiangxue's only goal.

At this moment, peach blossoms are blooming in front of the Zui Palace Gate.

The light here is not as good as Chaohuang Palace, and the peach blossoms seem to bloom a little later.

After rain last night, these peach blossoms bloomed freely, with all kinds of charm and beauty.

Feng Wu stood coldly and stood under the peach blossom tree, his cold and resolute face was full of worries.

The vicissitudes of the world seemed to be carried by him alone. He stared at the carved mahogany door, his heartbeat was so fast that he was about to suffocate immediately.

In the drunken palace, the faint fragrance floated, and the first bamboo shoots were still boiling in the medicine pot after the rain, and the sound of the entire bedroom sounded faintly.

Meng Xian was wearing a scarlet dress, soft and exquisite sandy texture, and her long, heavily dyed hair was tied up by a ribbon, leaving her hair to her waist, and her phoenix eyes were firm and calm.

His slender white index finger was surrounded by the shiny silver needles, and his thin body stood straight in front of the bed.

The inner strength suddenly became a sudden hair, and a silver needle penetrated into the thick black hair of Ye Zuibei.

Ye Zuibi frowned slightly, his face was pale, and cold sweat suddenly oozed out of his forehead.

Her delicate little face twisted in a ball due to the pain, her eyes were closed, and her slender eyelashes were slightly trembling.

The bamboo fragrance in the huge drunken palace floats, the breeze is gentle, and the quiet and silent.

The water drops slowly dripped, the hourglass kept sliding, and time passed by minute by minute. The sweat beads on Ye Zuibi's forehead became denser and denser, and Meng Xian's face became more and more serious.

The dark eyes stared at the silver needle tightly, and inputted an internal force, forcing the poison from Ye Zuibi's body to keep going out.

Finally, Ye Zuibi's mouthful of black blood blew out, his eyes turned black, and he fainted.

The maid and the eunuch ran over in panic and shouted loudly: "Your Highness, Your Highness!"

Hearing the shouts, Feng Wu, who had been standing stiffly on his back, immediately kicked open the door and ran to Ye Zuibi's bed.

Looking at her pale face and stroking her clothes soaked by sweat, pain flashed in Feng Wu's eyes, and he shouted softly: "Zui'er, how are you?"

"She was fine, but she just fainted. When she woke up and gave her the medicine, she had to drink it continuously for seven days to force out the poison." Meng Xian had passed the dry brocade handkerchief from the copper basin next to her, wiped her hands, and said carelessly.

After hearing Meng Xian's words, Feng Wu calmed down, got up and walked beside Meng Xian, bowed and bowed, and a little gentleness blew across his cold face: "Thank you for helping me."

"Don't get close to me, I'm not interested in you." Meng Xian raised his beautiful face proudly, threw the brocade handkerchief into the copper basin, and turned around very simply.

Feng Wu, who stood in the wind, twitched his lips, and he wanted to slap this dead lady!
Chapter completed!