Rebirth of Qing Xin Fu Yan

Zhao Ziyan and Speechless were so far apart, it seemed that he couldn't bear it anymore, and he bent down and knelt on the ground. Fu Yanqing's heart was tight, she quickly pressed the mechanism, and stepped along a specific direction. The coffin suddenly floated up and moved to the side. The spinning hidden weapon popped out from underneath, with a rather tricky angle. After hitting the stone wall, it bounced back again. Forcing a group of people into a frenzy.

Just as a few people were busy avoiding, Fu Yanqing drew out a soft sword and directly attacked Zhao Mojian. Zhao Mojian just avoided a boomerang and ran into Fu Yanqing head-on. He was almost stunned by a sword. Coming out of a cold sweat: "Laughter, dare to assassinate a lonely man!"

Upon seeing this, Qi Sheng and Zi Ling also surrounded Fu Yanqing together. Sile and Gui Chou supported them by their will at this moment. If they were not taken to hide in advance, they would have died long ago. At this time, they could not help. People besieged, the situation is very critical.

Zhao Ziyan struggled and failed to stand up. Fortunately, he stepped forward and forced Qi Sheng away silently, temporarily solving Fu Yanqing's crisis. At this moment, Fu Yanqing was already going her own way. There was only one target to kill Zhao Mojian. His subordinates blindly played fast and almost gave up the defense. Seeing Zhao Ziyan's heart beating, he tried to endure the pain and shouted: "Jin'er, go quickly, don't kill her." At this moment, after the hidden weapon stopped, there was a secret tunnel under the coffin. Fu Yanqing had already said that that place was leading to the ground. of. If she was speechless, she might be able to escape the crowd outside.

How could Fu Yanqing let her go? Her eyes were cold, and she was almost full of hatred and pain on Zhao Mojian's body, forcing Zhao Mojian to be in a hurry.

Seeing that he couldn't hold it, Zhao Mojian avoided a sword that Fu Yanqing stabbed over, and said cruelly: "Ziling!" After speaking, he pulled a sword flower with his long sword, and made three moves in a row, forcing Fu Yanqing to mention it later. A few steps.

Zi Ling also understood what Zhao Mojian meant. Taking advantage of Zhao Mojian's entanglement with Fu Yanqing's soft sword, she tried her best to lean in. She was originally an assassin, and she was very fast, but she suffered from internal injuries and eased a bit. At this time, she was desperate. .

Zhao Ziyan was used to knowing their tricks, and said dumbly: "Be careful with Ziling."

Forcibly sealed a few acupuncture points, got up and quickly skimmed over. Fu Yanqing also saw Zi Ling's intentions. It was only a two-phase distraction. Zhao Mojian took advantage of the gap. Seeing that sword came towards the Mingmen, she wrapped the soft sword in her hand and dragged the approaching Zi Ling over, blocking her body. Before, Zhao Ziyan's face suddenly changed. She forcibly lifted her breath, crossed over Zhao Mojian's head, stretched out her hand to directly hold Ziling's left hand curled up beside her, and pushed away diagonally. A cut was made in the coat, but it didn't hurt the skin. Zhao Ziyan's expression was slightly loose, he directly smashed Zi Ling's wrist bone, and clenched the palm of his hand.

Zhao Mo Jian Jian directly pierced Zi Ling's body, and Zi Ling was pushed away by Zhao Zi Yan, and Zhao Mo Jian also took a few steps back. At this moment, she looked at Zi Ling who was still on the ground in a daze. She was a little shocked and uncomfortable, but she was very happy when she saw Zhao Ziyan's movements. During this emotional ups and downs, she felt a little trance, but saw that Zhao Ziyan was in trouble again, and directly threw her to the ground.

She was in cold sweat all over, faintly still shaking, but with great strength, Zhao Mojian couldn't break free for a while, and the fear in her heart immediately surged. Soon, Zhao Ziyan's cold hands wrapped around her neck like a poisonous snake, and then squeezed her jaw severely. A heavy and strange smell fell into her throat and was forced to swallow it. A warm current swept across, and that thing was turned away by Zhao Ziyan's internal force.

Zhao Mojian was angry and frightened, realizing that the people on his body seemed to lose strength suddenly, and he lifted his palm and slapped Zhao Ziyan severely.

Fu Yanqing was stunned by this incident. At this moment, seeing Zhao Ziyan being photographed by Zhao Mojian, he hurriedly went to hug the person. Zhao Ziyan's face turned blue at the moment. After vomiting blood, he couldn't help twitching. Fu Yanqing was so frightened that he was cold and hugged her tightly. Son, An'er, don't scare me, don't scare me."

Zhao Mojian was lifted up by Qi Sheng, and her face was pale. She pointed to Zhao Ziyan hysterically and said, "Zhao Ziyan, what did you eat for me?!"

Fu Yanqing gave Zhao Ziyan a lot of internal strength, and kept moving her chest, and her whole person slowly calmed down, but her face was so pale that there was no trace of blood. Hearing Zhao Mojian's questioning, Zhao Ziyan coughed a few times in a low voice, and then chuckled lightly: "Sister Huang should be familiar with this thing, but you let many people try it at the beginning."

Zhao Mojian retched a few times, and he was a little crazy: "How dare you!"

Zhao Ziyan took a breath and seemed to be struggling to speak. Fu Yanqing was too anxious and wanted to stop her, but Zhao Ziyan gently squeezed her hand and continued: "It's just the seven insects, there is an antidote. Why should the emperor be afraid."

"What do you want to do?" Zhao Mojian gritted his teeth.

Zhao Ziyan's body trembled slightly, and his breath began to mess up: "Your goal has been achieved... the antidote I have already told... them, as long as... as long as they can get out safely... they can detoxify you."

Zhao Mojian's eyes are red: "You threaten me, do you think I can't find the antidote?" Qi Chong Xiaoyao San is seven kinds of poisonous insects in different amounts, accompanied by Andrographis paniculata and Soulbreaker, but there are so many types to choose. The antidote is different if the poison is different and the amount is different. If you don't know the formula, you will kill you immediately if you take it indiscriminately!

"Emperor Sister can try." Zhao Ziyan's expression became cold, and she refused to give up, and then she finally whispered: "You have no choice, besides... I can't threaten you... They are just helping me and letting go. They do not pose much threat to you."

Zhao Mojian looked at her pale face with a faint death anger, and finally suppressed her anger, and said coldly: "How can I be sure that I can get the antidote."

Wordlessly said slowly from the side: "I swear by my life, I will give it to you."

Fu Yanqing's face turned pale, her thoughts seemed to be stagnant, and she kept reverberating. Zhao Ziyan's words "your goal has been achieved" and "I can't threaten you anymore" what does this mean?

Then she heard her somewhat hoarse voice: "What does this mean?"

This sound seemed to awaken her. She lowered her head and looked at Zhao Ziyan. Suddenly thinking of something, she suddenly broke off Zhao Ziyan's right hand, which had been curled up. The original white and beautiful hand was cut. It was not big, but half an inch. But it was already purple and black, not only the wound, but the entire right arm was glowing black, and even her face was surrounded by black air. She held Zhao Ziyan's hand, as if shocked, and then bent down like a collapse, trembling all over, her voice mixed with crying so softly that it was inaudible: "You bastard, bastard."

Zhao Ziyan only felt pain all over, as if being abused by someone with a knife, but hot tears fell on his face, making the heart that was already painful and trembling again. She gasped hard and said with great effort: "I'm asshole, sorry... I'm sorry you, I said... I won't be absent until your wish is fulfilled..., but I haven't had time for anything... ...Do it for you...Don't blame me, don't cry...Don't cry..."

Fu Yanqing only felt that every word she said was a knife, piercing her chest and twisting it fiercely. She grabbed the clothes on her chest and buried it in Zhao Ziyan's heart: "You didn't do anything you said... You didn't do anything. Then you will do it for me in the future, don't die... asshole... asshole... An'er, An'er, I beg you... I beg you."

Zhao Ziyan's mind became more and more confused. She tried to keep her eyes open, but she couldn't see anything except the fog. The suffocation in her chest became more intense. She kept coughing, and slowly only felt that the body was not so painful, and her limbs were painful. Gradually far away, the body is also a little erratic. But she was not happy, Fu Yanqing's voice echoed clearly in her ears, she was calling her, she...she was crying. She cried so much that she felt terribly uncomfortable in her heart, barely resisting the drift, she could only try to call Fu Yanqing's name.

Fu Yanqing never knew that she would still suffer in this way, and that heart-wrenching pain did not relieve her for several years. But seeing Zhao Ziyan coughing constantly, the black blood constantly pouring out of her mouth, no matter how she wipes it, how to give her internal strength, she still can't stop it, the desperate pain that made her unbearable once again was like a tide It rushed towards her and almost suffocated her.

Later, Zhao Ziyan's tight body finally eased, and his expression was no longer so painful, but the expression in his eyes that was originally like a black jade became more and more bleak, and Fu Yanqing's heart was broken by the low voice of her name.

"Jin'er...Qing...Jin'er, Qing'er, Qing'er." She seemed to be a little conscious before, calling her Jin'er in a low voice, and in the end, she was still stubbornly whispering to Qing'er until she lost her voice.

Fu Yanqing didn't know how many tears she shed. In the end, she couldn't cry anymore. She could only hold the cold Zhao Ziyan, like a puppet without a soul, without saying a word. Everything about Zhao Ziyan appeared in chaos in her mind. The delicate and well-behaved child approached her stubbornly but stubbornly. Even if she lost her in the end and left, she just endured tears and never said a word. Growing up, naughty a lot, born very beautiful but with a bad stomach, but occasionally horribly persuaded. Obviously I wanted to calculate her, but in the end I always fell into love. She loves to act like a baby, but she forbears her heart.

Sile and Gui Chou knelt aside, and the whole stone chamber was quiet and terrifying except for Sile's mournful cry. Zhao Mojian sat aside, staring at Fu Yanqing in a daze. It turned out that when a person suffers to the utmost, others will become boring too. Does she really like Zhao Ziyan so much?

Looking at Zhao Ziyan lying quietly in Fu Yanqing’s arms, Zhao Mojian is also a little complicated at the moment. This person has been following her since she was five years old, acting as her stand-in and helping her complete tasks, but she always hates her because of the concubine. Don't like her. It was also because she found that she was too smart and too good at disguising. After going around for so many years, seeing that the original toy began to have ambitions, and even began to touch her pursuit of things for more than ten years, she felt more and more dangerous. Only when she died would she feel at ease. But now that she is really dead, she doesn't think much of it. She knows well that if it weren't for her weakness, she cared too much for that woman, it would be her who died today.

The few people present were almost confused, and could only look at Fu Yanqing in this way. After a long time, Fu Yanqing finally moved. Carefully place Zhao Ziyan on the ground. She got up and picked up the sword beside her, and suddenly put it on Zhao Mojian's neck.

"Your Highness!"

"master!"

Several people nearby exclaimed, but the two parties still stared at each other quietly. Zhao Mojian didn't look at the sword that could take her life at any time, but looked at Fu Yanqing who seemed to lose his spirit.

"Do you want to break your promise?"

Fu Yanqing had cold eyes: "I just want you to die!"

Zhao Mojian's eyes flashed, and he glanced at Zhao Ziyan: "What then? Let you and your companions bury her together?"

Fu Yanqing's somewhat chaotic eyes turned, but still confiscated the sword.

With a speechless expression full of unbearable, he suppressed: "Master, His Majesty Nine...She asked me before, if she...she leaves, I must stop you. She said that she can't accompany you to fulfill your wish. I already feel sorry for you. If she makes you ruin your wish because of her, she...she will be unforgivable."

Fu Yanqing's hand holding the sword began to tremble, and after a moment, he let it go. The sword fell on the ground and there was a clear sound, followed by Fu Yanqing's somewhat broken words: "You don't want to be unforgivable. What do you want me to do? what should I do."

She bent over and endured it for a long time, then walked slowly to Zhao Ziyan, hugged her in her arms, and said in despair: "An'er, it's too cold here, I'll take you back."

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Author: Well, I cooked it with my own hands, how does it taste good?

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