The Poisonous Hand Hiding in the Dark [Red Envelope]
Qingcheng's eyes could no longer move away from him. Is this man the same Murong Jue who spoke to her just now? If so, why was he lying there so quietly at this moment, and why did the blood at the corner of his mouth sting her so much?
s eyes?!
Qingcheng numbly opened the gauze curtain and slowly approached the bed. At this moment, she no longer had the urgency and panic just now, and everything became so calm!
She sat on the couch again and stared at Murong Jue's handsome face. This impeccably cold and charming face now had no life at all, and even the cold and domineering air had disappeared...
"Murong Jue..." Qingcheng called his name carefully, very softly, for fear that her voice would scare the sleeping man.
However, now he will not have any reaction even if there is thunder and lightning.
"Murong Jue... wake up..." Qingcheng shouted again. She was anxious, and her expression could no longer pretend to be calm, because the man on the couch had no life at all!
"Murong Jue... Someone's coming... Someone's coming..." Qingcheng cried, shaking Murong Jue's body and calling for outsiders to help her. This kind of fear swept through her heart like an overwhelming mountain, and she couldn't bear it.
A sudden blow!
Her shouting quickly alerted the people in Lujiabao. When Lu Zhenrong and Lu Feifan rushed to the room, they were also frightened by Murong Jue's appearance.
For a time, the whole castle was brightly lit, and all the doctors in the town were once again called into the castle to give first aid to Murong Jue. At that time, Qingcheng had no idea.
She just stood there nervously and impatiently waiting for the results of the doctors' diagnosis and treatment. Her tear-stained eyes kept looking at Murong Jue. She felt so nervous that she seemed to have almost forgotten how to breathe!
Lu Feifan on the side would turn his gaze to her from time to time. Looking at her like this, his eyebrows were deeply furrowed.
"How is it? How is he?" Qingcheng took a step forward and asked. She saw that the doctors were all frowning in embarrassment. They stopped treating Murong Jue and sighed helplessly. Such an expression would make her
A clenched heart is suffering from the tearing colic!
None of the doctors knew how to answer the stunning princess in front of them, knowing full well that this errand would endanger their own lives!
"Tell me! Why don't you say anything? What happened to him?" Qingcheng roared. This was the first time she shouted so impulsively, venting her inner emotions without reservation!
The doctors were even more nervous. They could only lower their heads further and use the corner of their eyes to communicate, as if they were waiting for someone to stand up and tell the truth that Murong Jue was dead!
"Back to the Princess, the prince is seriously injured and feels cold. Now the remaining poisons in the body have not been removed and new poisons have been added. We are incompetent and don't know how to remove these two strange poisons. I hope the Princess can spare my life!"
The doctor who spoke was still the old man from last time. Perhaps he had the best medical skills and the highest seniority among them, so when he spoke, the doctors lowered their heads and lowered their eyebrows. They no longer communicated secretly with their eyes and just kept quiet.
Listen.
After hearing this, Qingcheng's excitement immediately cooled down. She stared at the doctor who was speaking with a pair of watery pupils, and then shifted her gaze to Murong Jue on the couch. "Impossible!" she murmured.
If you don’t believe that Murong Jue will be hopeless!
"Impossible!" she shouted, becoming emotional, "Xiao Ran has detoxified him, how can he still be poisoned?"
Qingcheng didn't believe what he said, not a word of it! But the tears in her eyes could no longer be stopped, and the liquid that kept pouring out had already silenced what the old man said...
If he was fine, why was he still vomiting so much blood? If he was fine, why was he still lying on the bed without any reaction at this moment?
"Princess..." Qiuye whispered to her at this time, and saw that her expression and eyes were different from before, as if some kind of emotion had sublimated in an instant!
"He'll be fine, he won't be..." Qingcheng kept repeating this sentence. She wanted to seek comfort, and she wanted someone to stand up and tell her at this time: He is fine!
However, the result of her full expectation and waiting was like this... The room instantly became extremely quiet, so quiet that only her crying and murmuring echoed...
"Save him...why don't you save him..." Qingcheng begged, looking around at everyone hoping someone could help her.
Lu Feifan's eyes were getting darker and darker. Her tears and her expression at this moment made his palms hanging on both sides gradually tighten!
He didn't say anything, turned around and walked out of the room. This behavior made Qiuye turn his head and look around, but he only had time to see him leaving the door!
Qiuye felt uneasy because he was confused about Lu Feifan's behavior at the moment!
Qiuye frowned slightly, instead of worrying about Murong Jue's life or death, she was now more confused about what Lu Feifan was doing.
There was no one else in Qingcheng's eyes. When these people could only shake their heads, sigh, and remain silent, she felt despair in her heart...
She sat on the edge of the couch, holding one of Murong Jue's palms tightly and wrapping his cold palm in hers.
Qingcheng didn't understand why he suddenly became like this. When she left just now, he was fine and smiled at her, but now, he was lying here lifeless, with mottled patches on his clothes and chest.
bloodstains!
How much blood did he lose just now, and how much is left in his body?
An astonishing idea suddenly came to Qingcheng's mind. She pulled out the hairpin and pierced the sharp hairpin head into her slender wrist. Immediately, blood seeped out from her wrist!
"Princess!" Lu Zhenrong and Qiuye shouted in unison. The scene just happened so fast that they had no time to stop her.
"Here comes the cup!" Qingcheng said reluctantly, with a hint of crying in her low and hoarse voice!
Qiuye took a porcelain cup from the table and handed it over, his apricot eyes deeply studying Qingcheng's current behavior.
Drops of bright red blood slid down her bright wrist, like the most beautiful crimson gem inlaid on the snow-white satin. The intersection of red and white was so eye-catching, and they matched so well!
Everyone held their breath, wondering why Qingcheng did this.
Just when they all opened their eyes and wanted to know what would happen next, the beautiful woman sitting beside the bed ordered: "You all get out!"
[Thank you 77 for the big red envelope. Mumu went out to do errands today, so the update is late!]