There was silence in the tea shed for a while before Yan Qing asked: "Can we delay the spread of the poison any longer?"

"this……"

The doctor hesitated and was unsure, "I don't dare to use medicine at will without knowing what kind of poison His Highness was poisoned with."

"I'm afraid it will backfire!"

The doctor advised Yan Qing not to take up the matter.

Yan Qing looked up at the doctor: "Three days, just delay it for three more days."

There are many types of poisons in the Qiang country, and it is normal that the doctors in Wu'an have never seen them. She does not hope that the old doctors can detoxify them.

She only hoped that the old doctor could slow down the onset of the poison.

As long as there are three more days, Mu Lao can reach Talir.

He must have a way to detoxify Meng Shulan.

Yan Qing looked straight at the old doctor, his hoarse voice almost pleading: "Just three more days."

The old doctor was very embarrassed, but when he looked into Yan Qing's eyes, he couldn't say no.

He practiced medicine in Talir all his life. When the war was serious, he also worked as a military doctor in the camp. He was familiar with the soldiers in the camp, Yan Kangming and Yan Qing.

He grew up watching Yan Qing.

This girl, who has arrived at the border at a young age, has been strong since she was a child and can endure hardships better than ordinary men.

He had never seen her surrender to anyone.

Even when she was punished by the Marquis, she did not say a word or say a word of grievance.

But now, she begged herself.

The old doctor couldn't bear it, and finally nodded: "I'll do your best."

Although he said this, the old doctor knew it very well.

Without knowing what kind of poison Meng Shulan was poisoned, even if it was only extended for three more days, it would be as difficult as reaching the sky.

What's more, the poison in Meng Shulan's body is about to spread to his heart.

Once the heart is eroded by toxins, even if the gods come down to earth, there will be no way to save the heart.

However, Yan Qing didn't know.

The old doctor's words gave her great hope.

Just three more days...

Just three more days.

This thought always supported Yan Qing, even on the second day, Meng Shulan's condition was already not good.

During this period, Meng Shulan woke up once. In a daze, in the dim candlelight, she saw a person sitting against the head of the bed. She wanted to take a closer look but could not open her eyes.

Only the hands clasped tightly between the fingers made him feel at ease.

That’s fine.

Meng Shulan smiled gently and gently held the hands in her hands, but she really didn't have the extra strength to open her eyes and look at the person she longed for.

But even so, he felt contented.

Even such a slight movement still woke up Yan Qing from a nap.

The pair of starry eyes that suddenly opened were filled with blood, but revealed great surprise.

She clenched the hand in her palm and looked at the person with eyes still closed on the bed, the light in her eyes dimmed.

Under the dim yellow light, the face of the person with his eyes closed was like gold paper, and his breathing was very weak.

The touch just now seemed to be just her illusion.

"One more day."

Yan Qing held Meng Shulan's hand tightly and whispered to him, "One day, you will get better when Mu Lao arrives. Meng Shulan, you have to get better."

At the end of the sentence, Yan Qing's voice was choked with sobs, but he was joking, "There are still so many things going on in Western Xinjiang. The traitors in the imperial court have not been caught yet, and the foreigners in the north are ready to take action... How can I be busy alone if you leave?"

come over?"

There was no response as expected, and the breathing of the person lying on the bed was almost inaudible.

After a short silence, Yan Qing couldn't laugh anymore and said, "Meng Shulan, don't leave."

"You're gone, what should I do..."

The long slender eyelashes swept over the back of her hand, but it was like a needle pricking Meng Shulan's heart.

The tears hitting the back of his hand made him feel distressed.

He wanted to raise his hand to wipe away her tears and say to her: "Don't cry, I won't leave."

But he can't do it.

The toxins eroded his body, causing tiny pains, as if millions of insects were gnawing at his flesh and blood, hollowing out his body bit by bit.

He couldn't even stay awake.

It's almost reaching its limit.

It is estimated that it will not be until dawn.

What a pity.

He finally got what he wanted, but he never had the chance to tell her that he had missed her for many years.

In his chaotic consciousness, Meng Shulan remembered many things from the past.

Remembering that before he was kidnapped into the bandit's camp, he had already met the girl who stunned him at first sight.

It was a Mid-Autumn Festival many years ago.

The pink and tender little girl, wearing a bun and a pink skirt, squatted on the street corner, looking at the people coming and going, her eyes were red, and her star-like eyes were full of water, but she always stubbornly refused to

Be willing to let the tears burst.

She was probably separated from her family and didn't know the way home.

When he said he wanted to take her home, she left without hesitation.

On the way, I asked her: "Aren't you afraid that I am a human trafficker?"

But she asked back: "Then...brother, are you a human trafficker?"

At that time, she was still an innocent little girl who was not defensive about others.

I can cry, I can laugh, I can't turn my eyes away from the candied haws...

But somehow, he grew into the cool young general he is now.

Calm and self-possessed, it seems like nothing can break her.

The only thing that hasn't changed is her sincere but gentle heart.

She probably thought that her stern face was so intimidating that the brothers in the camp didn't dare to show off in front of her.

Little did he know that when everyone talked about her in private, they were talking about the hard-faced and soft-hearted little general who punished people by forcing them to run laps and increased their training, but also specifically told the Huotou camp to save and add extra meals.

She always takes care of everyone like this, inadvertently but habitually. She easily lives in people's hearts, takes root, sprouts, and cannot be forgotten or let go.

I really want to see her again.

Even if it's just a glance.

However, until his consciousness was swallowed up by chaos again, he finally failed to achieve his wish, nor did he hear the choked and murmured words of the man who had been silent for a long time.

"Meng Shulan, how can you bear to leave me alone every time?"

The dancing candlelight lengthens the shadows in the room.

The dim yellow light gradually weakened and dimmed, like a dying old man reaching the last moment of his life.

The crescent moon sinks into the mountain, and the morning star looms in the gradually whitening sky.

In late spring and early summer, the birds that have not been chased away by the war are chirping on the branches, waking up the silent morning.

After struggling with the candlelight all night, I finally reached my limit.

The firelight flickered and then completely dimmed.

The dim skylight illuminated the room without candlelight, and everything was gray.

Just like Yan Qing's heart at this time, it was gray and foggy, and she didn't know where to go.

After struggling weakly and tenaciously for two days and nights to breathe, the moment the candlelight was extinguished, I finally could no longer hear it.

No matter how close she got, she could no longer hear her.
Chapter completed!