Stay alive

The ministers dared not speak out about the fact that the emperor brought his concubines to the court, Lin Qiannan was holding back and dared not really fall asleep.

After finishing his official business, Han Fang announced his withdrawal from the court.

"Your Majesty, you stay here."

Lin Qiannan raised his head and stared at Han Fang, Han Fang lowered his head and straightened the clothes made of good materials for him, everything was very dazzling in Han Qi's eyes.

There were three of them left in the Golden Luan Hall, Han Fang let go of Lin Qiannan who was no longer hiding, and said, "Qiannan is weak, Fifth Brother treats him well."

Lin Qiannan stood up with support on the armrest, and staggered towards Han Qi, who was dressed in purple court clothes. When he was about to walk, the soles of his feet softened, and he was about to fall to the ground. Han Qi picked him up, and smiled at Han Fang who was looking at them Said: "Thank you Your Majesty for your hospitality, I will remember it."

After speaking, he strode away with Lin Qiannan in his arms.

Han Fang withdrew his smile little by little, and said to Han Qi's back: "You should treat him well, if it wasn't for him, you would have been crushed by me long ago!"

The carriage was jolting, and Lin Qiannan was sitting very uncomfortable. He looked at Han Qi with closed eyes and rested his mind with weak eyes.

He put him in the carriage and said nothing.

The friendship between the two brothers has long been smoothed out by power. Han Fang took him to the court to make it clear that it was for Han Qi to see.

"Han Qi."

Han Qi opened his eyes suddenly, put his hands on his neck, "Lin Qiannan!"

The familiar feeling of suffocation hit, and Lin Qiannan leaned his back against the wooden board, and said, "My lord, please finish asking what you want to ask before you deal with me!"

"Ask what?" Han Qi didn't use his hand to pinch his neck, and looked ferociously at Lin Qiannan, who he hated, "Ask how Han Fang treats you gently on the bed?"

"I..." If he said that he didn't do that kind of thing with Han Fang, Han Qi probably wouldn't believe it, "Do you care about... me?"

His words changed Han Qi's expression.

"Zhongde, get the medicine!" Han Qi shouted angrily.

The "medicine" that Zhongde carried with him was Lin Qiannan's nightmare. Lin Qiannan was not afraid that Han Qi would torture him, but he never wanted to taste the medicine again. He hugged Han Qi's neck in fear and kissed him coldly. thin lips.

"I don't take medicine."

Zhongde stretched out his hand from the curtain, holding a medicine box in his hand.

Lin Qiannan slapped the medicine box away quickly, and said in a trembling voice, "Han Qi, please, don't let me eat it, I'm a living person!"

The medicine box rolled to Han Qi's feet. Han Qi touched the lips that were still warm, and said in disgust, "What face do you have to beg me? Didn't you say that I can take your life anytime I want?"

"Then you take my life!"

"Eat it!" Han Qi said, "Lin Qiannan, your life won't last long, it will feel better if you follow me."

Words hurt more than knives. If he doesn't eat it himself, he will wait for Han Qiyu to come and feed him?

Lin Qiannan picked up the medicine box resignedly, "Will you be happy if I take it?"

"meeting."

"Then I'll take it." Lin Qiannan opened the medicine box and swallowed the unremarkable pill, "I'm done eating, I'm going back to my room first."

The carriage had already stopped at the gate of the palace. When Lin Qiannan lifted the curtain, Han Qi said, "It's right here."

The unswallowed medicine stuck in Lin Qiannan's throat slipped down the throat into his stomach, he pretended not to hear it, and stepped out of the carriage, Han Qi said again: "I said it's right here!"

The passers-by in front of the palace gate cast strange glances at Lin Qiannan, whose long hair was disheveled and his face turned pale and blue. Lin Qiannan said, "Your Majesty is right."

Han Qi got out of the carriage and went back to the mansion.

The pill probably melted in his body. Lin Qiannan felt warm in his body. He walked slowly to the stone lion and found a corner to sit down. Seeing his pity, the guards retreated to the other side spontaneously and waited for the effect of the medicine to take effect. he.

Recalling that the last time he took this terrible medicine was when he first entered the mansion two years ago, Han Qi hated him to the extreme, but he was in good health and could withstand the torture of Han Qi's changing methods.

He didn't know what kind of medicine it was, and since he chose to take it, he wouldn't even think about having a good life in the near future.

"It's quite warm." Lin Qiannan comforted himself.

His meridians seemed to be on the stove, he was afraid of the cold, and the effect of the early medicine was acceptable, but his expression became tense for a moment, and the overwhelming cramps in his abdomen were about to overwhelm his reason.The scorching heat spread to his limbs, and he seemed to be in an endless purgatory.

"Ah—" Lin Qiannan couldn't bear it and roared.

The little servant looked at Lin Qiannan who was huddled in the corner with his legs folded and growling, and said to the side: "What did he do?"

"Don't ask, he belongs to the prince."

His Majesty's people.

"Han Qi, Han Qi."

Lin Qiannan held his head, the pain in his body prevented him from feeling that his fingers had dug into the flesh of the back of his neck, and he called Han Qi's name over and over in a daze.

The figure of the boy in his mind became blurred, and his best years were wasted in hatred.

That brave and kind boy with great ambitions, his little five, is there still a trace to follow?

"I want to be the most noble and unparalleled person in the world, I want to be admired by others, and I want everyone in the world to like me!"

He laughed at him then, "Then you just want to be the emperor?"

"Brother Qiannan, will I be able to realize my ambition if I become the emperor?"

I will find it back, Xiao Wu didn't lose it.

Yesterday Han Fang beat him, and then used the secret medicine to make his wounds scab quickly, the wounds were hidden under his robe, but now they are all broken, and he doesn't know if there is enough blood in his body.

Blood spread down the clothes to the ground.

"Xiao Wu," Lin Qiannan raised his head weakly, feeling his eyes were white, "How long are you going to hate me...I'm dead now, what will you do?"

Han Qi was reading in the study when the old housekeeper stumbled in and said, "My lord, something happened in front of the door."

Several passers-by people gathered around a pile of blood, no one dared to help, a woman said: "Is he dead?"

"The mouth is still moving, it's not dead!"

"My lord is here, let's go!"

After the crowd dispersed, Han Qi not far away saw the man lying in a pool of blood.

Lin Qiannan's ears, eyes, nose, mouth, and red blood rushed out of his body.Is he wearing a red shirt today?

"Lin Qiannan, are you dead?" Han Qi squatted down, his tone unexpectedly calm.

The motionless man raised his finger, grabbed the hem of his clothes and said intermittently in an inaudible voice: "Yes, yes, I am dying, can you save me?"

"Help," Han Qi locked his acupuncture points, "don't die."

Lin Qiannan couldn't see anything, his eyes were pitch black, but his hearing was still excellent. He smiled and vomited a mouthful of thick blood.

"You expect me to die, but also tell me not to die." Lin Qiannan slowly let go of his hand, "Your Majesty is really difficult to serve."

The people were lying lifeless on the ground, and their skin was covered with blood-stained bruises. These bruises would burn others even if they touched them, let alone Lin Qiannan who had bruises.

"Lin Qiannan," Han Qi whispered, "are you dead?"

The man on the ground didn't answer, his heart was pricked like a needle, and then he put his hand on the tip of his nose.

The old housekeeper behind him saw that he was neither sad nor painful, so he said: "My lord, this old slave will arrange for Mr. Lin's funeral."

"Let's find the imperial physician!" Han Qi took off his outer robe, wrapped Lin Qiannan's hot body around him, and stepped into the mansion.

Lin Qiannan, who was not sleeping soundly, heard the conversation between the imperial physician and Han Qi. They were talking about his injury, and it seemed that he had recovered his life from Lord Yan.

He survived the punishment after Han Qi's rage.

He was so exhausted that Lin Qiannan couldn't even open his eyes and fell into a deep sleep again.

Wei Tao said: "My lord, Mr. Lin's bleeding has stopped."

Han Qi sat on the edge of the bed, and Lin Qiannan tightly held the hand hidden in his sleeve, "Is there any danger for his life?"

Wei Tao, who was prescribing the prescription, was silent for a while and said, "My lord's medicine is not a drug, and there will be no danger of life."

Han Qi looked down at Lin Qiannan's sleeping face. There were some ugly bruises on his face, and he didn't look like the young master of the Lin family who was the best in the south of the Yangtze River.

Han Qi asked, "Is Qi Zhishun your apprentice?"

Wei Tao wrote a prescription, took out a bottle of medicine from the medicine box, and said, "Go back to the lord, that's right."

Han Qi said: "Then you know Lin Qiannan."

Wei Tao replied: "Yes, I met Mr. Lin when I traveled to the south of the Yangtze River."

"What do you think is the difference between the old man and the present man?" Han Qi stroked Lin Qiannan's cheek with his hand.

"I don't remember."

"I remember," Han Qi immediately withdrew his hand when he touched the red marks on his neck, "The real Lin Qiannan would rather die than linger here."

Wei Tao was very puzzled what the intention of Han Qi's words was. He was thinking about what kind of medicine Han Qi used on Lin Qiannan. He seemed to have seen it in an ancient book, and he didn't remember it for a while.

The Tai Hospital had a lot of business, and Wei Tao should have resigned but stayed. Han Qi thought he was observing Lin Qiannan's condition, so he didn't care much, and went to deal with business alone.

Lin Qiannan woke up after Han Qi left, his eyes clear like a sick person.

Wei Tao stood by the bed and waited for orders.

"Is it Doctor Wei? I should call you Uncle, but these two words will kill you." Lin Qiannan said respectfully.

Wei Tao is his father's half-brother, and soon after he was born, he traveled with his mother who was determined not to be bound by the Lin family.Fortunately, his surname is not Lin, so few people know his other identity, so he can survive by luck.

"Qiannan, Uncle loves you so much," Wei Tao said, having been on duty in the Imperial Hospital for many years, hearing about the massacre of the Lin family's family seemed to cut off most of his heart.

He had no children in his life, and Lin Qiannan was his only remaining relative.

Lin Qiannan hadn't heard anything good or bad in the past two years, but when he heard Wei Tao say "distressed", his dry eye sockets were sore.

He still has relatives.

A ray of warmth that emerged from his cold heart was quickly put away by him.

"Thank you Uncle for letting Qi Zhishun take care of me, otherwise I wouldn't be alive today." Lin Qiannan said.

Wei Tao Nahan said: "Isn't it already solved? Why did it bring you to a desperate situation?"

Lin Qiannan smiled, and rolled up his sleeves to reveal the blue and white eyes that intersected on his arms, and said: "The poison has penetrated into the bone marrow, and Hua Tuo can't save me even if he is alive. Uncle, don't bother to eliminate the poison. I know you have the ability to cure Han Qi." My medicine, please help me."