His heart couldn't help but feel painful, and it felt like it was squeezing out all the air in his chest.
This suffocating sense of oppression left him at a loss as to what to do. Damn it! He had already decided to leave, but why was he so flustered and uneasy after hearing the news about her?
Why!
Lan Qingruo's speed is getting faster and faster. What was originally just a brisk walk has now turned into a rapid run, as if this can throw away all the suppressed emotions in his chest.
Just doing this was of no use. The impression of Chunyu Zijin in his mind became clearer and clearer, so clear that he seemed to be able to touch it just by stretching out his hand.
This feeling made him palpitate...
Lan Qingling has been following Lan Qingruo silently. Although she feels very sorry for her eldest brother, she can't help but roll her eyes and secretly complain: Brother, don't you know that my little sister's kung fu is not as good as yours?
I have to run so fast, I am exhausted.
And now that even the emperor has disapproved of the matter between you and Chunyu Zijin, what problems do you still have that you can't overcome?
"Pfft--" Lan Qingruo suddenly stopped, touched her chest, and vomited black blood.
"Brother!" Lan Qingling's expression changed, and she quickly knelt down beside him and pinched his pulse.
What to do if there is a seemingly nonexistent pulse sequence that makes Lan Qingling's eyebrows wrinkle more and more tightly? She has thought of all the ways she can think of, but Lan Qingruo's poison is getting deeper and deeper...
Wiping away the blood on her lips, Lan Qingruo closed her eyes.
He knew that he was too deeply poisoned.
In the past, I would only cough up blood due to mood swings, but now I can feel uncontrollable pain in my heart and chest whenever I lift my breath.
This is a sign of terminal illness...
"How long can I live?" Lan Qingruo asked calmly without opening her eyes.
Lan Qingling bit her lip and said, "Brother, I will cure you. You will be fine."
"You don't need to comfort me. Don't forget that the head of the Lan family has to be proficient in medical skills since he was a child..." Lan Qingruo smiled slightly, desperate and lonely, "She is pregnant, and the Lan family has a child. I have no regrets in this life.
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"Brother, you can't do this. The princess is pregnant with your child. She will definitely give birth and wait for you. Although I can't detoxify you, I can help you extend your life for as long as you want." Lan Qingling
He helped him up and said: "The princess once gave you a sachet, which contains Shuoyue's national treasure, the glazed dragon bead. With it, you can prolong your life."
"Sachet——" Lan Qingruo thought of the sachet she left behind in Tianche. Such poor craftsmanship actually contained the national treasure of Shuoyue Town.
Zijin had already given him the right to represent the highest power of the Shuoyue royal family——
Zijin...
Zijin...
"Nangong's flying pigeon sent a letter saying that he had found a glass dragon bead. I have asked him to hurry up and deliver it. You must hold on. When he comes, I can save your life."
Lan Qingruo did not feel happy because of Lan Qingling's words, but her eyes looked lonely.
Continue life——
Even if you have the glazed dragon beads, you can only extend your life.
No one can cure this poison.
No one knows how long he will live.
In the second half of his life, he was destined to linger on the sickbed, and Zijin...how could he let Zijin accompany him who was so helpless?
Zijin, she deserves a better man.
It's not Lan Qingruo who has a broken hand and hamstring, gray hair, and is sick all over his body.