"An An, where are Siyu and Weiyang? They are your children. Do you want them either? You have been with them for so long, and have no feelings for them? When you were pregnant with them, you almost had an abortion. You gave birth to them after thousands of hardships, and you still wanted to lead troops to attack Fengguo for them! Have you forgotten all these? I don't believe it! An An, come back, I really haven't lived for a long time, it doesn't matter if I die, but who will take care of Siyu and Weiyang?" Feng Junran held her arms and tightened suddenly, as if venting anger.

Qiao Nanxi was allowed to be held by Feng Junran, and she struggled a few times at the beginning, but she was not as strong as the man and she soon became tired. She had not had a good sleep since she was tied up, and she was very tired.

Then she calmed down and listened quietly to Feng Junran's constant speech. She could feel the man's sadness and endless regret.

When Feng Junran mentioned the two children, Qiao Nanxi found that she missed them very much. She didn't feel this way when she was with Siyu and Weiyang before, and now she was particularly intense, as if she was their biological mother.

Especially when Feng Junran talked about those things, she actually empathized with it.

It seems that Qiao Nanxi has really experienced the hardship of ten months of pregnancy, almost died during childbirth, and her fighting spirit ignited to regain her two children.

"child……".

She murmured, and began to be unable to tell whether she was Qiao Nanxi or Kang An'an? Is Jiu Durong's lover or Feng Junran's woman.

Her soul seemed to be torn in two, half belonging to An An, half belonging to Qiao Nanxi, half of love for Feng Junran, and half of love for Jiu Durong.

"The head hurts so much..." Qiao Nanxi frowned, her little face frowned, and her face was pale.

"An An..." Seeing this, Feng Junran let go of her, holding her shoulder with both hands, staring at her without blinking, as if she felt sorry for her, and as if she was exploring something.

"Go away..." Qiao Nanxi waved her hand in discomfort, staggering Feng Junran and almost falling down.

"An An...I am my uncle..." Feng Junran stepped forward again, trying to hold her, but she was afraid of her. She could only put her arms round and circle the woman in her arms, "An An...Don't be afraid...I'm here..."

"Uncle..." Qiao Nanxi opened her confused eyes and looked at Feng Junran with her little face. After a long time, she threw herself into Feng Junran's arms like a child, crying heart-wrenchingly, "Uncle...Uncle...Don't leave An An..."

"My uncle won't leave, he will never leave again, and he will never leave you again!" Feng Junran hugged Qiao Nanxi tentatively.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his arms were put on her shoulders, Qiao Nanxi seemed to be burned by fire. Her body suddenly bounced away from Feng Junran's arms, supported her hands on the ground, retreated, and retreated until her back was close to the wall, and stopped, "Feng Junran! I have told you so many times! I am Qiao Nanxi! I am not An An! I am leaving here! I am leaving!"

"I have said so much, you still have to leave! Haha!" Feng Junran shook her head and closed her eyes almost desperately. He whistled to the sky, and tears burst out with laughter.

Suddenly, sword eyebrows frowned, covered his chest with his hands, and gradually bowed down.

"What's wrong with you?" Qiao Nanxi noticed something was wrong, but was afraid that Feng Junran would pretend to be uncomfortable, so she hesitated and did not dare to go forward to check.

Feng Junran didn't say anything, her fingers faintly brushed her lips. The next moment, she groaned and a mouthful of blood splattered on the ground. She was dotted with stars and some were stained on her white clothes, as if the red plum blossoms were blooming, which made people shocked to see.

When Qiao Nanxi saw the blood, her eyes began to shrink rapidly. Her eyes scattered, painful, confused, hatred, and indifferent. Until Feng Junran fell to the ground, she condensed her mind and climbed to Feng Junran's side, and gradually regained her rationality, "What's wrong with you? Wake up... wake up... come! Come!"

Several men in black heard Qiao Nanxi's shout and broke into the door.

An Lan also ran in.

"Look at what's wrong with him?" Qiao Nanxi half-wrugged Feng Junran, said anxiously to the man in black, then turned her eyes to An Lan and explained incoherently, "An Lan, I didn't mean it, he was fine, suddenly fell into a coma! I really didn't mean it! I didn't think about what to do with him!"

"Aran!" An Lan shouted in panic, directing the man in black to move Feng Junran to the bed, then helped Qiao Nanxi up, and sat down in front of the chair. He patted her back lightly and comforted her softly, "Sister, it's okay!"

While saying these words, An Lan's eyes kept following Feng Junran who was lifted up by the man in black.

Soon, one of the men in black went out and called the doctor.

The doctor put down the doctor's box and took Feng Junran's pulse.

Everyone held their breath, and even Qiao Nanxi turned her head and stared at the doctor intently.

After a long time, the doctor withdrew his hand, shook his head slowly, and a sigh overflowed from his lips.

"How is it?" Qiao Nanxi rushed over from the seat, grabbed the doctor, his face pale, and he said breathlessly, "Tell me quickly! How is he doing?"

The doctor glanced at Feng Junran on the bed and signaled to go out to speak.

An Lan pulled Qiao Nanxi's hand, "Sister..."

Qiao Nanxi walked out of the room first in a daze.

"Prepare for funeral!" As soon as the few people were settled, the doctor didn't say much nonsense. He said this directly, with a sigh in his tone.

"Function afterward?" Qiao Nanxi repeated in disbelief and opened her lips with a smile, "Doctor, are you kidding? Don't you know who he is?"

The doctor looked at Qiao Nanxi in confusion, and his expression showed that he just didn't know who Feng Junran was.

Qiao Nanxi laughed furiously, "What disease does he have? Do you want us to prepare for the funeral?"

"His fatality is his heart, his heart can no longer bear his people. His life is close to the end. If it is fast, it will be in these three or five days!"

"Can we just watch him die?" Qiao Nanxi's anger was rising in her heart. To be honest, she was very dissatisfied with the doctor's answer.

The doctor sighed, "I prescribe a few doses of medicine, but these medicines cannot save him, they just extend his survival time!"

Qiao Nanxi wanted to say something, but was interrupted by An Lan.

"Sister, do you know that Aran used the blood of his heart as medicine every day during your coma, saying that he was suffering from his own actions or forgiven his sins in this way. Anyway, his health became worse and worse, until he was full of holes and could not bear it anymore. It was only changed to once every ten days. He took you to heart and nourish you with blood. Are you really moved at all?" An Lan suddenly interrupted, her eyes full of tears. She looked at Qiao Nanxi again. Qiao Nanxi felt that An Lan was no longer gentle, perhaps because she had been suppressed for a long time and became much more fierce.

"It doesn't matter if you don't move, but you can't be so cruel! Aran wants you to accompany him in the end, okay? Just beg you as your sister!" After speaking, An Lan bent her knees and knelt in front of Qiao Nanxi.

Qiao Nanxi looked at An Lan's appearance and was extremely confused. She wanted to agree, but she was afraid of agreeing. Only she knew the reason best.

"Get up first!" Qiao Nanxi was about to help An Lan up first.

"Sister, if you don't agree to Lan'er, Lan'er won't get up!" An Lan stubbornly twisted her body, preventing Qiao Nanxi from touching her.

Qiao Nanxi had no choice but to speak up first.

An Lan was like a child who got candy, smiling happily and satisfied.

Aran, I can only help you get here!

...

Qiao Nanxi and An Lan walked into the room together. Feng Junran on the bed was awake and looked at them with her eyes open. Her blushed lips raised a layer of white skin.

An Lan looked at Feng Junran silently, turned to Qiao Nanxi and said, "Sister, A Ran, please take care of you!"

"An Lan..." Qiao Nanxi wanted to say something else, but when she saw An Lan's begging eyes, her mouth opened and she didn't say anything.

"Sister, I'm leaving!" An Lan seemed to have not seen Qiao Nanxi's entanglement. She might have seen it but pretended that she didn't see it. She lowered her eyes and walked towards the door.

"Lan'er--", Feng Junran suddenly called her, Feng Junran's voice was very weak, with anxiety and trembling.

An Lan's body stiffened, turned around and smiled at Feng Junran, "Aran, you have good care of your health. My sister has promised to stay with you!"

"Lan'er, thank you!" Feng Junran smiled relievedly, "When I die, remember to put a forget-me-not in front of my tomb next year!"

"Aran!" An Lan wiped her tears and tried to curl the corners of her mouth, "I can do it, don't worry!"

After saying that, straighten your spine and leave.

Qiao Nanxi felt very sad when she listened to the conversation between Feng Junran and An Lan. An Lan should have loved Feng Junran very much in the past! Otherwise, she would not kneel down for Feng Junran! As for King Ye Qing, as she once said to An Lan, she didn't understand and had no right to speak.

"An An, thank you for being by my side in my last days!" Feng Junran's eyes flashed crystal clear. I don't know if it was left by his words to An Lan just now or when he was ignited in front of her.

"How could you do this?" Qiao Nanxi walked over, sat next to Feng Junran, and ordered the man in black to cook the medicine prescribed by the doctor.

"Do you want to listen to the truth?" Feng Junran spoke gently.

"Of course you have to tell the truth!".

"for you!".

"I have to pay my life for me? Then your life is too cheap!" Qiao Nanxi did not agree, but his tone was faint, as if he was afraid that he would come to him.

"Before meeting you, my life is very precious. After meeting you, my life begins to become cheap! I am willing to give everything for you! An An, I am willing to exchange my life for your company!" Feng Junran said emotionally, her gentle eyes surround Qiao Nanxi, over and over again, as if every look was the last gaze.

Qiao Nanxi looked back at Feng Junran's gaze, and tears flowed down her face.

There seemed to be a voice in my heart saying, "My uncle, don't leave, don't leave... Live well..."

"Feng Junran, how good can you survive? If you die, you will have nothing!" Qiao Nanxi shed tears, not knowing whether she was persuading Feng Junran or comforting herself.

"An An, life is better than death without you!"

“…”.

Just then, Feng Junran's men walked in with the boiled medicine.

Qiao Nanxi didn't know how to answer Feng Junran, but when she saw the man in black, she hurriedly took the medicine bowl and said, "Do the medicine!"

Feng Junran nodded, "An An, do you still remember that you are most afraid of drinking Chinese medicine!"

People are afraid of drinking medicine, especially the bitter Chinese medicine.

However, Qiao Nanxi, because of this sentence, once she caught a cold and Feng Junran took medicine with her mouth.

Although the situation was not very clear, it felt that it could not deceive people. When she recalled, her heart was sweeter than eating honey.

When the feeling disappeared, she was pulled back to reality and became Qiao Nanxi again, the medicine bowl in her hand almost fell to the ground.

"Stop talking!" Qiao Nanxi suddenly turned pale and her eyes were vague, so she didn't dare to look at Feng Junran.

Feng Junran smiled and said powerlessly, "An An, you are right. How good is to live, and there will be nothing if you die! It's a pity that I woke up too late!"

"Not too late, no time is too late!" Qiao Nanxijue really couldn't feed Feng Junran the medicine because her hands were shaking so hard that she gave the medicine bowl to her subordinates again.

She herself got up and walked out of the room, found a place where no one was there and sobbed quietly.

She was very sad, not knowing whether she was sad for Feng Junran, An An, or herself, maybe she was sad.

She began to be afraid to face Feng Junran's death.

As soon as she thought that Feng Junran would die, her heart would be so painful that she could not breathe.

She didn't know how to go the rest of the way?
To be continued...