At this time, when she discovered the black blood flowing out of Concubine Wan's right shoulder, her expression suddenly changed again: "No, the arrow is filled with huge poison!"
"Arrow?" Ya Ge was startled and quickly pulled her body over, and she was shocked to find that black blood was flowing out.
She was in a hurry, and without thinking, she reached out and tapped several key points on her shoulder.
Then he raised his head, glared at the two people restrained by the imperial guards, and said angrily: "Bring the antidote!"
"Hahaha~~ If you want to kill or behead me, please listen to me. There is no cure for this poison, hahaha..."
Prince Li laughed loudly, and his arrogant attitude made people hate him.
Song of Songs knew that it was hopeless to beg them.
Then he thought that Shuo'er might have been poisoned, so he forced himself to calm down, reached out and touched various key points on Shuo'er's body, and then ordered: "Emperor Physician, check the little prince quickly to see if there are any signs of poisoning!
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Then he turned to Concubine Wan, hugged her tightly in his arms, and said sadly: "Tui'er, don't worry, I will save you, I won't let you die!"
She said this, but her heart was at a loss.
The blood flowing out of Cui'er's wounds was pitch black. She knew that the poisonous gas had spread to her limbs and bones, and she really couldn't save her.
"Queen," Concubine Wan tried her best to open her eyes, looked at her, and smiled.
He said intermittently: "Life or death is determined by fate. Don't be sad. In this life of the Ai family, from a palace maid who was at the mercy of others to a master who was always served by someone. Without you, the Ai family would have succumbed to this cannibal harem long ago."
If I win, I can live a life of glory and wealth for seven years. God has treated me well, Aijia, it’s worth it..."
As soon as she finished the word 'die', she closed her eyes and slowly lowered her hands. Those honors and disgrace, those sorrows and joys, also drifted away in the wind like dust.
"Tweety, Tweety—" Ya Ge's heart ached like a knife. In her heart, she had already regarded Tweety as a relative. Now, she just watched her die like this, and she, with all her magic power, had nothing.
Can't change!
She hurts, she hates! What’s more, she regrets!
But apart from holding Cui Er's body and shouting to the sky, she couldn't find an outlet to vent her anger!