The Poisonous Concubine is alive

Clad in a crisp uniform, General Qiao Lan stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his commanding demeanor radiating resoluteness and courage. His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, seemed to pierce through all obscurity and discern every flaw in the enemy. His steps were steady and powerful, each one imbued with confidence and determination, as if the very earth trembled with him. Beside him, the soldiers felt an invisible force, inspiring them to bravely advance and fight for their country and their people.

On the battlefield, General Qiao Lan commanded with unwavering confidence and mastered tactics. Like a master war artist, he pushed his enemies into desperate situations. His decisive and wise decisions always enabled him to turn the tide of battle and secure victory at crucial moments. He was not only an exceptional strategist but also a spiritual leader among his soldiers. His courage and wisdom earned him the admiration and respect of all. Qiao Lan and Liu Yunrou immediately took out their own medicine and opened the crystal ice coffin, all for their mother.

Qiao Lan Liu Yunrou's face was solemn as she deftly removed silver needles from her cloth bag. Her eyes were focused and determined, as if these needles were the weapons she needed to defeat her illness. Qiao Lan Liu Yunrou's mother lay quietly in bed, her face pale and revealing a hint of fatigue.

Qiao Lan gently inserted silver needles into Liu Yunrou's mother's acupuncture points, each injection precise and swift. The needles seemed to come alive in Qiao Lan's hands, nimbly moving across Liu Yunrou's body, stimulating the acupuncture points and stimulating her vital energy. Liu Yunrou's body trembled slightly, but her expression gradually relaxed.

As time went by, sweat gradually seeped out of Qiao Lan Liu Yunrou's forehead, but her movements did not stop at all. She knew that every needle she injected was related to her mother's health, and she could not be careless.

Under Qiao Lan Liu Yunrou's meticulous care, her mother's condition gradually improved, and a hint of color gradually appeared on her face. Qiao Lan Liu Yunrou felt relieved, knowing that her efforts had not been in vain.

General Qiao Lan stood there quietly, his eyes focused and deep, looking through the window at his daughter not far away. His daughter was immersed in her own world, with a bright smile and innocence and happiness in her eyes.

A gentle smile appeared on the general's face, and the majesty in his eyes gradually gave way to fatherly love. He looked at his daughter and seemed to see his own youth, and those dreams and hopes he had once had were continued in his daughter.

Time passed quietly, and the general was moved. He had witnessed his daughter's growth, seen her strength and courage. His daughter was the pride of his life, but also his endless concern.

At this moment, the general understood that no matter how cruel the war was, his family would always be the softest corner of his heart. He was willing to use everything he had to protect this warmth and happiness.

Qiao Lan Liu Yunrou looked at her father looking at her, and she always believed in her father.

It’s really good.

Qiao Lan and Liu Yunrou lay in bed, their eyes fixed on the ceiling, their thoughts drifting far away. Their hearts were filled with longing for Liu Yun, whose image lingered in their minds. Recalling every moment they had spent together, a smile crept onto their faces.

As time went by, Qiao Lan's eyelids grew heavy. Her consciousness began to blur, and her thoughts slowly drifted away. Half asleep and half awake, she seemed to see Qiao Lan and Liu Yunrou walking towards her, with gentle smiles on their faces. Qiao Lan reached out, wanting to touch their faces, but found her hand hanging limply in the air.

Finally, Qiao Lan Liu Yunnian fell completely into a deep sleep, a faint smile still on her lips. In her dream, she was reunited with Qiao Lan Liu Yunrou, enjoying that indescribable happiness.