"You are weak and don't have time to care about others. The most important thing is to take good care of yourself." Nangong Ling tucks the broken hair on her forehead for her, her gentle eyes seeming to melt her.

This scene was seen by Zizhu who was passing by to deliver medicine, and then he sped up and left the door of Ruyi Pavilion.

Although the outside world has reported that the princess has passed away, as long as Feng Jiuqing is still alive, she will be the princess of the palace.

Everyone regards Feng Jiuqing as their enemy, but in Zizhu's eyes, she doesn't look like that.

At night, Nangong Yue woke up for a while, but before Zizhu had time to tell Feng Jiuqing about it, Nangong Yue fell asleep again.

But Feng Jiuqing still took her pulse after learning the news.

"Yue'er will definitely wake up in two days at the latest."

Zizhu shed tears excitedly and knelt down directly.

Nangong Ling originally invited many disciples from Yaowang Valley, but he didn't expect that none of them could detoxify the poison.

Whoever is Nangong Yue’s savior is naturally her Zizhu’s.

"Get up quickly. I don't have the money to give you such a big gift. If you want your lady to get well faster, pay more attention when making the medicine."

After Nangong Yue's poison is cured, she will leave this miserable place.

Not to mention the lack of food and sleep, there are also two or three arrogant little maids who want to dance on their heads every day.

How happy it is to be outside, with good wine and meat and beautiful women in the company.

Thinking about the days after she left Prince Sheng's Mansion, Feng Jiuqing fell asleep lying on the edge of the bed.

Zizhu walked in with a medicine bowl and said, "Princess, why don't you go and rest for a while? I'll come over to the princess's side."

But Feng Jiuqing did not leave, but just signaled her to put down the medicine and leave.

Seeing this, Zizhu didn't say much, put down her things, turned around and left the room.

In the last few days left, Feng Jiuqing will stay by Nangong Yue's side day and night.

If the villain really takes advantage of the loophole, not only will Nangong Yue's body be damaged again, but she herself will definitely not be able to escape Nangong Ling's questioning and punishment.

What Feng Jiuqing dislikes the most is talking to brainless people, which is time-consuming, laborious and troublesome.

There was a bit of chill in the morning air, and wisps of heat lingered on the medicine bowl.

Feng Jiuqing glanced at Shi Chen, picked up the medicine bowl and was about to put it to her lips. She took a few sniffs and noticed something was wrong.

For a moment, Feng Jiuqing stood by the window holding a hairpin made of silver, with a cold smile on her face.

On the other side, Piaoyu was sitting in the house, and Qiucicada was standing at the door and walking around.

"Miss, why has there been no news for so long? Is it possible that it has been discovered?" Qiu Chan looked restless, which made Piaoyu a little dissatisfied.

She picked up the teacup and put it to her lips, sipping the tea.

"Why are we in a hurry? We have plenty of time, but she has no time."

It was as if she already knew everything.

As the day progressed, a loud cry came from not far away.

"Princess! Who has such a vicious heart and deliberately murders the princess!" Zizhu knelt beside the bed, his face full of tears, which was really heartbreaking.

Nangong Ling, who learned that Nangong Yue had vomited blood and died after taking medicine today, was so shocked that the jade wolf hair in her hand broke directly to the ground.

"Your Majesty, please go and have a look. The princess...has already gone!" Two or three guards came from behind and repeated it again.

Nangong Ling clenched her fists, "Seal the palace and find the murderer who framed the princess!"

There was a sudden silence in the palace. There were many soldiers guarding the palace inside and outside. Not even a mosquito could fly out.

In Nangong Yue's room.

There was a fishy smell, and there was a pool of reddish-brown blood on the ground that was about to dry up.

In the room, Zizhu was kneeling aside and had cried until she had no tears. Her eyes were dull and seemed to have no emotion.

Nangong Ling stood at the door and didn't dare to walk in. He had indeed neglected his sister these days, but it didn't mean that he didn't care.

At this time, Nangong Yue put one hand on the edge of the bed and slid down, with blood still oozing from the corner of her mouth. She could no longer sense any living breath when she was close.

"Bring Feng Jiuqing to me!"

Feng Jiuqing, who was standing outside, looked at the chaotic Prince Sheng's Mansion and nodded with satisfaction.

This is the effect you want.

Suddenly, several guards grabbed her with serious faces. Feng Jiuqing resisted subconsciously, but she couldn't use the strength in her wrists.

"You guys let go and I will leave on my own." Feng Jiuqing felt very uncomfortable being held like this.

These guards probably knew that her hands and feet had severed tendons, so they followed her.

Walking to the door, Feng Jiuqing chuckled before walking in.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked in, a cold light pierced his eyes. Fortunately, Feng Jiu ducked in time, otherwise he would have been a dead soul by the sword now.

"Nangong Ling, why are you so crazy?" Feng Jiuqing looked at the man speechlessly.

Does he have to kill people every time before he is held accountable?

Feng Jiuqing didn't say anything yet, but he gave her a sword when he came up.

"Am I crazy? You have been taking care of Yue'er during this period. Then tell me why she vomited blood and died after drinking the medicine?"

Nangong Ling's hand holding the hilt of the sword continued to tighten, and veins popped out on the back of her hand.

"She drank the medicine and died. What does it have to do with me? I didn't make the medicine."

Feng Jiuqing looked aloof from the incident, which angered Nangong Ling even more.

He raised his sword again, but Feng Jiuqing took precautions this time and dodged his attack.

Although she didn't have much strength, she was able to easily dodge Nangong Ling's fierce attacks, and the two of them fought back and forth.

"Brother Ling, please stop fighting, cough cough."

I don't know when Wuyu stood in front of the door, looking so boneless that people wanted to go up and support him.

Nangong Ling's mind really followed his eyes. When she said stop fighting, he actually put away his sword and walked up to her.

"The smell of blood here is heavy. You go back first. I'll see you after I've taken care of it."

Feng Jiuqing sneered, "Miss Wiaoyu is a disciple of Yaowang Valley. How can I practice medicine if I can't bear the smell of blood?"

The originally warm scene was broken by Feng Jiuqing, and Miaoyu touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment.

"Brother Ling, my sister is right. Wiaoyu is here just for the sake of the princess. I hope Brother Ling won't stop Wiaoyu."

As she spoke, she looked at Feng Jiuqing angrily.

"What do you mean?" Nangong Ling was stunned for a moment.

"The princess was killed by her sister. Sister, please don't blame your sister for what happened now. The princess is so important to brother Ling, you dare to do this murderous thing. If you are afraid that your sister will not let go of your sister in the future."

Feng Jiuqing didn't give any explanation, just crossed her arms and watched her next move.

She walked up to Nangong Yue, with tears on her face, and checked Nangong Yue's pulse.

But Nangong Yue has expired now, and even if she feels her pulse, she can't find anything.
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