As June enters the north, the rainy season is also entering.

The night is cool and the rain is dense, and the night wind brings water vapor in.

Feng Xitang felt the yin and cold pain of the meridian bones in his drowsiness. The pain came so severe that he pulled him back from the boundless darkness.

Slid on the bed, and the slender fingers moved. Lan Lingyu knew that Feng Xitang was about to wake up.

She sat on the stool beside the bed, waiting for Feng Xitang to open her eyes.

After a while, Feng Xitang finally completely got rid of his drowsiness and slowly opened his eyes.

Sea-like blue.

"..." Even Lan Lingyu didn't expect that Feng Xitang's eyes were not black, but blue.

Feng Xitang opened his eyes and saw the gorgeous window curtain first. Then he turned around and saw a beautiful girl sitting by the bed, staring at her eyes.

Even though he didn't know where he was and who the girl in front of him was, Feng Xitang still smiled slightly and said with a pale smile: "Sorry, I scared you."

When Feng Xitang was in a coma, Lan Lingyu knew that Feng Xitang was good, but now he opened his eyes and Lan Lingyu overturned the previous conclusion.

Feng Xitang is not only good, but also excellent.

Those unique blue eyes are even more beautiful and indescribable. Such a face is enough to make people fascinate even if it is a woman.

Although Lan Lingyu was surprised for a moment, she disappeared quickly. Instead, she asked with a smile: "I am really the head of the Feng family. She woke up in a strange place and was so calm."

"Publicity cannot change the facts that have been made, right?" Feng Xitang asked with a smile.

He is weak, and even if he smiles, it makes people feel weak and powerless, but it is extremely beautiful.

Lan Lingyu stood up and stood in front of him, "Do you know who I am?"

Feng Xitang looked around, then looked at Lan Lingyu again, and after a moment, he forced himself to get out of bed and nodded slightly to Lan Lingyu, "Miss Lan, you are rude."

Now, Lan Lingyu was really a little surprised, "Do you know my identity?" "I didn't know, but now I know," Feng Xitang coughed lightly and said slowly: "It's raining outside, it's very cold, but not wet. It shouldn't be in the south of the Yangtze River, but in the north, the quilt is Gusu Yunsan. In addition to selling in Gusu, only the imperial capital has a bed curtain and a moon yarn. It's a tribute. It's not for officials and royal families. The most important thing is that the screen outside has a signature on the inscription on the screen. If I read it correctly, it should be Lan Zicheng. The current prime minister has a name, Lan Que, and Zicheng. Then the rest is easy to guess. Lan Xiangye's only son died early, and only Changsun Lan Qingruo is under his knees.

,Sun Qianjin Lan Lingyu..."

Speaking of this, Feng Xitang raised his eyes and looked at Lan Lingyu with a pair of blue eyes with a smile, "Am I right, Miss Lan?"

Lan Lingyu curled her lips and smiled, "It turns out that he is the head of the Feng family, and his reputation is well-deserved. I look at you with admiration. Since you are so smart, why are you here? "

Feng Xitang remembered the last scene before he fell into a coma and smiled bitterly: "Defense day and night, it's hard to defend, even if it's a cousin, it's in vain..."

"It seems you guessed who brought you out." Lan Lingyu looked at Feng Xitang.

Feng Xitang smiled, "I know who brought me out, but I don't know why I am here."

"You are the number one on the world and I bought it back with a lot of money."

Feng Xitang said "Oh" lightly.

Seeing that he was so calm, Lan Lingyu couldn't help but ask, "You are not in a hurry at all, aren't you worried about your safety?"

Feng Xitang smiled slightly, "I have arrived here, and I can't go back even if I worry. Besides, Miss Lan is Sun Qianjin of Prime Minister. She is from a big family. How could she kill me? Even if she really wants to kill me, there is no need to wait for me to wake up."

"Okay!" Lan Lingyu raised her lips and smiled, "Since you said that, I will tell me why I wanted to buy you."

"Please say it."

Lan Lingyu turned around, turned her back to Feng Xitang, and said word by word: "Nanling King Ye Ziluo is a matchmaker for you and wants you to marry me. Do you know this?"

"I don't know, but now I know." I also know why I am here.

Ye Ziluo knew that he could not agree, so he secretly took him from Jiangnan to the imperial capital. As for why he appeared on the first floor... that should not be within Ye Ziluo's expectations.

Lan Lingyu turned around and looked at Feng Xitang, "You know, then what? Do you have anything to say?" Feng Xitang coughed a few times and said with a smile: "I am already twenty-eight years old. It is said that the prime minister and grandson are only eighteen in their daughters. You and I are ten years apart, and I am suffering from a chronic disease. How can I marry you? Miss Lan, you don't have to take it seriously. Even if you don't buy me, even if the King of Nanling personally hired me, I will not agree.

”

"oh?"

Lan Lingyu raised her eyebrows and looked at Feng Xitang.

Feng Xitang's blue eyes were so special, but there was a smile in his eyes. It was not a fake smile on his face, but a warm smile like the rising sun.

This person is so sick that he is still so happy...

Lan Lingyu suddenly felt a little tentative and asked, "You want me not to take it seriously, but what if I take it seriously?"

Feng Xitang smiled faintly, "Even if Miss Lan takes it seriously, I won't take it seriously. You are too young, and I am a dying person. It is simply a fantasy to ask you to marry me. Not only is it impossible now, but it is even more impossible in the future. I will not marry anyone in my life." "You are right, I really don't want to marry you," Lan Lingyu's black eyes jumped in a strange color, "I am the one who decides my life. Ye Ziluo is not worthy of dominating my marriage. As for you, I didn't take it seriously before, even if I brought you back, I didn't take it seriously, but now... I think you are a little bit

It means it.”

"A person like me is very boring. What's the point?" Feng Xitang said, turned his head slightly and coughed lightly.

"I have seen many people who are dying. You are the only one, it's very special. Do you know that you have been poisoned and it's very deep. Will you die sooner or later?"

Feng Xitang barely stopped coughing, his handsome face was white and there was no blood. He smiled and said, "I know, and I know very well."

"That's right. As long as ordinary people know that they are dying, they are all frowning or just having fun. But you are different. I have never seen someone as happy as you...."

Lan Lingyu did not ignore the smile in Feng Xitang's eyes. The smile was sincere and was not shrouded in death at all.

What kind of demeanor is needed to face death.

What kind of demeanor should you face death with a calm smile?

Feng Xitang's charm is not that he has amazing appearance or that he has dazzling blue eyes, but that his temperament is unparalleled.

In the whole world, I'm afraid only Feng Xitang can do this.

Feng Xitang, who came out of the mountains and rivers of Jiangnan, did not care about life and death at all.

"Does Miss Lan think I am interesting because of this?" Feng Xitang smiled bitterly.

"I am a different person than others. I am interested in too few things. Unfortunately, you are one, so...even if I don't want to marry you, I still want to get to know you well."

Feng Xitang looked at Lan Lingyu. The daughter of the prime minister's family had no gentleness in her eyes, but she felt a little evil and fierce...

Sighing, Feng Xitang slowly lowered his eyelashes, his voice weak, "Miss Lan... will definitely be disappointed..."

After saying this, he leaned forward like a loss of strength.

"Feng Xitang!"

Lan Lingyu was in front of Feng Xitang. As soon as he fell down, Lan Lingyu subconsciously caught him.

He was obviously a big man, but he was so light. And the moment Lan Lingyu picked him up, Feng Xitang's lips brushed against Lan Lingyu's cheek.

The cheeks, which had never been touched before, were numb and hot in an instant, Lan Lingyu said loudly: "Come here!"

The two maids came in immediately and helped Lan Lingyu send Feng Xitang back to the bed.

"Go and find the doctor!"

"Yes, Miss."

The maid went out to find someone immediately.

Looking at Feng Xitang on the bed, Lan Lingyu touched his cheek, frowned, touched it again, and then stopped moving. The doctor came very quickly. After diagnosing Feng Xitang's pulse, he said to Lan Lingyu, "Miss, he was in a coma due to excessive cold air. I have said last time that this is the north and is not suitable for him to recuperate. In the north, his cold poison is difficult to control. In addition, it has rained recently, and the weather is also related. He is a little bit

I can't bear the cold air, any little cold air may induce the cold poison in his body..."

Lan Lingyu glanced at the doctor, "Is there any way to cure him completely?"

"This... I am not talented, I can only suppress the cold poison and do not understand the method of detoxification."

"Can you suppress it? How to suppress it?" Lan Lingyu asked.

The doctor hesitated for a moment and said, "Cold poison is actually sinister. If you want to suppress cold poison, in addition to strong internal strength, there are requirements for environmental medicine. He should have been in a warm place all year round. The imperial capital did not have this condition. However, there is a medicinal material that can temporarily protect him from being well-off."

"What medicinal herbs?"

"Sang Yao Divine Tree."

"...Sang Yao's Divine Tree." Lan Lingyu thought for a while, she had never heard of it.

"Sangyao's divine wood, the legendary branches of the ancient divine wood, have the miraculous effect of detoxifying hundreds of poisons. Although it cannot relieve such heavy cold poisons, if there is one piece, a small piece, it can temporarily suppress the cold air."

Lan Lingyu frowned, "Where can I find the Sang Yao divine wood?"

"I know that there is one piece, and there is only one piece in the whole world."

“Where is it!”

"It's right in Murong's house."

“…”

Lan Lingyu lowered her eyelashes, Murong family...

"This Sang Yao sacred tree is the heirloom of the Murong family. It has been worshipped in the ancestral halls for generations. Most people have never heard of it. Now the head of the Murong family is Murong Mingzhu, and he is not a easy-to-confer. Miss, you should think twice."

If it were Murong Yuan, the former head of the family, he might have given him a little bit of wood to save people, but now Murong Mingzhu is hard to say.
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