For example, if I take your antidote, are you angry?

In fact, whether it is the little marquis of Zhaodu or the eldest grandson of the Great Yan Emperor, the two lives are not smooth sailing, and it is difficult to tell who has endured greater suffering.

Xiao Heng was not dead, but the little marquis of Zhaodu died once.

Shangguan Qing is still alive, but his life is about to come to an end.

A cold wind blew, and Xiao Heng's body turned cold.

"It's time to get up," he said. "Don't lie down, it's time to catch a cold."

He sat up.

Shangguan Qing behind him did not respond.

He looked at Shangguan Qing strangely.

Shangguan Qing's face turned pale and his lips were bloodless.

When I saw him in the camp in the morning, his face was not as rosy as normal people, but not as weak as it is now.

"Shangguan Qing, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Heng raised his hand and touched his forehead.

Not hot.

But his breath was very weak.

Xiao Heng patted his shoulder lightly: "Shangguan Qing, Shangguan Qing, Shangguan Qing!"

Xiao Heng is not considered a doctor who has been sick for a long time, but he can still tell whether a person is really weak.

No wonder he hasn't moved since he lies down.

It’s not that he is too lazy to move, but he can’t move at all.

"Wake up!"

"Don't you want to listen to me memorize the poem? I'll recite it to you!"

"In May, the snow in the mountains is snowy, there are no flowers but only cold. I heard the willows in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery. I followed the golden drum in the morning, and hugged the jade saddle at night. I hope to put my sword down my waist and kill Loulan!"

"...It's so ugly." Shangguan Qing slowly lifted his heavy eyelids and glanced at Xiao Heng weakly.

Xiao Heng corrected: "This poem is not bad!"

"It's your voice." Shangguan Qing rolled his eyes and said, "How old is he?"

Xiao Heng's throat was a little swollen and a hint of sob that he couldn't even notice it.

Xiao Heng let out a long breath, and in just one effort, his back was soaked in soaking.

"I don't even call my brother." Shangguan Qing complained.

Xiao Heng said, "Do you beat me or pass me in the exam? Why do you call your brother?"

Shangguan Qing grabbed the musket in the snow: "It will kill you with one shot."

"Brother." A master of the current affairs is a hero.

Shangguan Qing was satisfied and hummed.

The wind became heavier and Xiao Heng leaned out his hand: "I'll help you up."

Shangguan Qing suddenly said, "I can't wait for the antidote."

Xiao Heng paused his hand, he took a deep breath, and said slowly: "No, my father will definitely bring the antidote back."

Shangguan Qing did not respond, but looked at the distant sky and said, "How is she doing?"

I didn't say which "she" it was, or even "him".

But Xiao Heng was stunned for a moment and understood who she was referring to.
Chapter completed!