After swallowing my anger and taking the blame, I became the lucky little queen

Nian Susu said “Hmm?” and then “Oh.”

Qin Junyu laughed angrily. You don't care about him, right? He's leaving tomorrow, and now he's absent-minded even when chatting with him.

If Nian Susu used the mind-reading pill at this moment and heard his thoughts, he would definitely laugh his ass off.

He was probably really angry. A stream of true energy suddenly surged up from his dantian, and when it reached his throat, his taste buds already tasted a fishy sweetness.

Qin Junyu frowned and his expression changed instantly. He controlled the poisonous blood and did not spit it out immediately. He hurriedly said goodbye to Nian Susu and returned to the house.

As soon as he closed the door, he covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of black blood, then leaned against the door in exhaustion.

I tried my luck, and as a result, all the meridians in my body began to ache, from my heart to my limbs, from the inside to the outside.

He fell to the ground with a thud. His limbs were numb, but his insides felt like they were on fire.

Counting the days, the last time the poison attacked me was half a month ago.

He was used to the torture every half month, but this time it was obviously more unbearable than before. He didn't know if it was because he had just used his energy in the fight with the murderer, so the poison in his heart meridian spread throughout his body, causing the pain to be more severe.

He curled up with veins bulging on his forehead and his teeth clenched. He once fainted and then woke up from the pain.

Qin Junyu bit his lower lip to keep himself awake, forced himself to stand up, staggered all the way to the wardrobe, took out a black robe with a cross collar and gold thread edges, took off his prince's usual clothes and put it on at random.

Then he took off the jade crown, tied up his black hair casually with a black cloth, and took out a golden butterfly mask from the secret compartment at the bottom and covered his face, covering most of his paper-white face.

Even so, he did not forget to change into a pair of boots before going out.

……

After washing up, Nian Susu was sitting in front of the dressing mirror, combing her hair, wearing a thin close-fitting shirt.

Stroking the shiny black waist-length hair, she couldn't help but sigh: It's so well maintained!

Unlike her hair in the real world, which was dry and yellow, like malnourished dead grass.

With a "bang", the door was knocked open.

Nian Susu was startled and almost cried out. She was so scared that she dropped the jade comb with twined twigs in her hand. She stood up and turned towards the door, still holding a lock of long hair in her other hand.

A person fell on the threshold, his face on the ground, lying there in a daze.

She was both frightened and confused. Who was this person? Why was he sleeping at her door so late at night?

She walked around the round stool with hollow carvings and took a few steps forward.

He looked like he was not asleep but dead.

After walking a few steps forward, Nian Susu didn't see his face, but saw half of the golden butterfly wings.

"Mystery!"

Nian Susu didn't care about anything else. He ran to the door and turned the person over to make sure it was Xuanji.

His face was as pale as paper and his lips were black. She pulled up his arm and felt his pulse, and found that the poison had indeed taken effect.

Nian Susu tried to help the man up, but he could only pull up his arm.

"Sir?"

"Sir?"

Nian Susu tried to wake him up, but all she got in response was silence.

Out of desperation, Nian Susu picked up his legs, turned him 45 degrees, and successfully closed the door.

Then he took a thin velvet blanket from the couch and covered him with it, then lit the stove and moved the fire closer to him.

She used the stove to cook midnight snacks, but now it is used for other purposes.

After all this, she was already sweating profusely, but she still had to give Xuanji acupuncture under the hot stove, adjust the meridians and suppress the toxicity.

The poison in Xuan Ji's mind was a cold poison, so his limbs became cold when the poison took effect, and the martial arts he practiced tended to be fire-based.

The two are in conflict and extremely difficult to reconcile.

It's a furnace in such a hot day. I hope he feels better.

Although Nian Susu has never dealt with this kind of poison, he is still a big name in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. He is more than capable of dealing with such backward poisons from ancient times. It's just a bit troublesome.

After suppressing the toxicity, Nian Susu went to the warehouse in the dark to steal some medicinal materials, and used the fire from the stove to boil medicine for Xuanji.

The room became quiet without her busying about. The wood in the stove was burning with a crackling sound. Nian Susu sat cross-legged beside Xuanji, sweating all over.

Nian Susu became bored of staring at the fire, so he shifted his gaze to Xuan Ji. The golden butterfly mask looked lifelike under the firelight, as if it would spread its wings and fly away at any time.

Even though the mask covered most of his face, it was still easy to tell that he was very handsome. His long eyelashes cast a shadow that looked like butterfly wings.

Sometimes it trembles, sometimes it is still.

Nian Susu involuntarily reached out her hand and lightly placed her fingertips on his pink lips. His lips were cold and her fingertips were warm.

When the two touched each other, her fingers trembled and she was the first to give in.

Her hand reached up again and stopped just above his mask.

Is this made of real gold? Wouldn't that be very heavy?

As she thought of this, her hand had already moved down. Just as her fingertips touched the mask, the man under her suddenly opened his eyes. Two rays of fire shot out of his deep eyes, carrying warnings and anger.

Xuan Ji rolled over and pressed the person down, and his cold big hands grasped her soft wrists and pressed them against her chest.

Nian Susu was completely stunned. Because he was too forceful, both of her body parts were painful. The pain made her burst into tears. She looked at him helplessly.

"Son..."

Xuanji's eyes flashed, the coldness faded away, and he saw the person in front of him clearly, "Miss Nian..."

The sensation in his limbs had been restored, so he immediately felt the softness under his fist.

Xuan Ji's eyes moved downwards, and he almost pressed his whole body on her.

She was only wearing a thin middle-length shirt, and because of her sweat, the silk fabric was semi-transparent and stuck to her body. Moreover, due to his rough movements, the half of her tender whiteness was squeezed out of the clothes.

Xuan Ji's throat tightened and he quickly let go of his hand, turning over and falling to the ground sideways.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Of course Nian Susu knew what he was looking at and her face turned red.

She sat up, straightened her dislocated collar, and tried her best to control her emotions and not think about what had just happened.

Seeing that he seemed to be in great pain, I asked carefully, "Sir, are you okay?"

Xuan Ji turned his back to her and replied in between coughs, "It's okay."

"Are you really okay? Let me feel your pulse." She moved forward and wanted to hold his hand.

Xuan Ji raised his arm in a defensive posture, "No need! You...you don't come near me, I...just need to take a break."

Nian Susu stopped asking questions and turned to watch the medicine boiling over the fire.

The room fell into silence again...

Nian Susu would look back at Xuanji from time to time, afraid that he would fall again, but Xuanji kept his back to her and refused to turn around.

She added a piece of wood to the stove. "Didn't you take the medicine I gave you on time?"

"No." He answered honestly.

He had been staying at the prime minister's residence for the past ten days, so where could he find a place to boil the medicine? So he didn't take it. Who would have thought that the medicine would have such a strong effect after it was stopped?

He remembered that Nian Susu had said that if he insisted on taking the medicine, he would feel much better the next time the poison attacked, but she also didn't say that not taking the medicine would be a thousand times more painful.

When the poison took effect, he felt several times that he would die in the prime minister's residence.