When Liu Yunxiang heard this, she couldn't help but feel weak under her legs. After those people had gone away, she hurriedly ran into the courtyard. First she heard the crying coming from the house. She felt her whole body lightened and in a daze.

When I came to the back room, I saw the beggar squatting at the door and Hibiscus kneeling in the middle of the room, both of them crying miserably.

She looked at the person on the bed, lying upright and silently...

"How could..."

He was obviously fine when he came yesterday, and she even fed him a bowl of porridge.

"How could it be!" She growled, rushed forward in a few steps, and looked at the motionless man lying on the bed, his face still so indifferent, showing no fear of life or death.

Her grief and anger have nothing to do with him.

Liu Yunxiang's mind was pounding. She couldn't think, and she didn't want to think. With grief and anger, she raised her hand and slapped her hard.

Snap!

The crying stopped suddenly, and the person lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes, with anger in his usually calm eyes.

Liu Yunxiang was stunned, blinked his eyes, wanted to confirm something, and stretched out his hand. The person lying on the bed subconsciously dodged it. She pursed her lips, but still reached out her hand to hold his face.

Warm, soft...

"You're not dead?"

"Of course he's not dead!" This was the beggar's answer. He came over, looked at Yan Mu's face, and said with a click, "You hit me hard this time. Look, my face is swollen."

Liu Yunxiang looked over and saw that it was indeed swollen, and the mark of the slap was very obvious. She coughed dryly: "Since it's fine, why are you crying in mourning?"

"This is not for crying for those people in the palace. If they knew that Yan Mu was fine, they would have taken him to the palace to thank him. After going back and forth, they would have to lose half of his life. If we don't do it together, let the palace

I thought that since the door of hell was still closed, he would not be in trouble."

The beggar spread his hands as he spoke, "Who would want to deceive you too?"

Liu Yunxiang secretly shook his hand. It was really hard at that time, but now his hand was quite numb. Looking at Yan Mu, the emotionally disturbed person also felt angry at this moment, and he was staring at her.

Hibiscus came over and took a look, "Slave, please go and boil an egg."

A quarter of an hour later, Liu Yunxiang sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, holding an egg with a handkerchief and rolling it on Yan Mu's face to reduce the swelling. He closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to talk to her.

Liu Yunxiang leaned over and whispered: "I'm not afraid that you will die."

"You died and I became a widow again."

"Then I'm so angry because I love you."

Although she didn't get a response from Yan Mu, Liu Yunxiang still felt quite satisfied, at least he didn't drive her away.

At this time, Hongzhu came over to change Yan Mu's dressing. After untying the fine cloth on his body, some wounds were still bleeding, and some were suppurating. It was really shocking.

"Is the situation not good?" Liu Yunxiang asked.

"Actually, it's not bad. After all, the wound has been soaked in dirty water. Serious areas will definitely need repeated application of medicine to heal."

With Hongzhu's words, Liu Yunxiang felt a little relieved.

Hongzhu bandaged Yan Mu again. Seeing his clear eyes, she couldn't help but sigh, "Your Highness, have you not lost your mind in the past few days?"

Yan Mu was silent for a moment and nodded.

Hongzhu's face showed a look of confusion, "Has your poison been cured?"

Yan Mu shook his head, "I don't know."

"Then can you feel emotions like joy and anger?"

Yan Mu glanced at Liu Yunxiang, "He seemed quite angry just now."

Liu Yunxiang's face lit up with joy, and he turned around and asked Hongzhu, "Is it thanks to my slap?"

Hongzhu shook his head, "I don't know either, but after His Majesty Seventh Prince took the poison, he first started to behave like my master, with emotional disorders, intermittent dementia, and no memory of the past. But I gave him the poison that caused my master to go crazy.

After taking that prescription, he didn't go crazy. He even took it several times, but he just became sluggish. But now, his condition is getting better on its own."

"Is there anything incomprehensible about this? As long as the will is strong enough, one can overcome the erosion of the brain by toxins. This is why I chose him to test the medicine for me."

Chongming walked in. At this moment, his eyes were clear and dark, with an evil aura.

It's just that he is carrying a small wooden sword, which is somewhat inconsistent with his enigmatic demeanor.

"Master, you are awake!" Hongzhu stepped forward with a happy face.

Chongming glared at her, "Hongzhu, you can't understand this, it's because you're not good at studying!"

Hongzhu lowered her head, "Oh."

Chongming walked to the bed, looked at Yan Mu, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes: "I have used several drug testers, but they couldn't handle it at all. They went completely crazy after trying it once or twice, but you are the only one."

"When you asked me to develop Jiuxiang Pill, you were really willing to give it to me if I asked for your life. But then I thought, what's the point of asking for your life, unless you are willing to give me a trial of the medicine, and you agreed. But

I have experienced too many failures. After those people took the medicine, they quickly forgot themselves and everyone, and went completely crazy. But you said you would not. You said you might forget yourself, but you would not forget.

A woman named Liu Yunxiang, I didn’t believe it at the time.”

He said that Zhongming looked at Liu Yunxiang and snorted, "But he really has not forgotten you. He has you deeply in his heart. As long as he still remembers you, his will will not collapse."

At this point, Chongming snorted coldly: "Then he is of no use to me!"

"Master, what should we do?" Hongzhu asked sadly.

"No, I have to make up the prescription while I'm awake now, so that he has to go crazy like me so that he can test the medicine." With that, Chongming hurriedly ran out.

"Master, why don't we find another person?" Hongzhu chased after him.

Liu Yunxiang looked at Yan Mu, his eyes already moist, "So you have never forgotten me."

Yan Mu twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "I have indeed never forgotten you."

"Yan Mu!" Liu Yunxiang was moved and wanted to hug Yan Mu, but he blocked her.

"How could I forget that I was abandoned by a woman who I loved deeply and gave my whole heart to." His eyes were no longer dull, but filled with anger.

"Yan Mu..."

"Whenever I think of you, my heart hurts so much that it hurts so much that my head is clear. Do you think this is a good thing? No, I want to go completely crazy. This is the only relief for me!"

After saying this, Yan Mu looked at Liu Yunxiang coldly, as if waiting to see her reaction.

After hearing this, Liu Yunxiang just smiled and said, "Yan Mu, real despair is silent, because all your shouts will never be heard by that person again. And there are still decades left in your life, and you can see your old age at a glance

He was alone at that time, and every day of his life was hopeless. You want to die, but you are not even qualified to die for him. Yan Mu, you can hate me if you want, but I can't let you go.

, this is what you owe me."

With that said, she covered Yan Mu with a quilt, then lowered her head and kissed him.

"You see, you are powerless and sick now. You have to rely on me to support you and save you, so you have to be happy that I still want you." She also rubbed Yan Mu's red and swollen face, "Be good and be good from now on.

Yes, I promise to be good to you."

Seeing Yan Mu's anger turn into grief and indignation, Liu Yunxiang left with satisfaction.

Coming out of the house, Liu Yunxiang called the beggar to him and was about to tell him to look at Chongming and stop letting him give medicine to Yan Mu. But before he could say anything, Chongming rushed through the door with a small wooden sword.

"You monsters and monsters, don't even think about escaping. Today is your day of death!"

At that moment, he was performing a swordsmanship and accidentally got his own forehead photographed.

Not surprised, the beggar turned around and asked Liu Yunxiang, "What do you want to say?"
Chapter completed!