Lu Zicong was choked by Yi Haomiao and couldn't answer. His eyes moved to the face of Sikong Qingying in Yi Haomiao's arms. Looking at Sikong Qingying's little face that was glowing with blue and white, he felt a wave of pain in his heart.

The heartache and uneasiness made him grit his teeth, swallow the dissatisfaction in his heart, and decisively turn around and leave.

Now, he can really understand his attitude towards the Emperor of Dajing and the patron saint of Dajing when Sikong Qingying was giving birth.

That day, relying on his ability to heal Sikong Qingying, he treated the Emperor of Dajing and the patron saint of Dajing in various ways. Unexpectedly, retaliation for retaliation, Yi Haomiao would use the same cruelty on him so soon.

Retribution, what a treasure!

Lu Zicong left the door, but still stood by the door, his eyes far away, but he didn't look at anything. Instead, he put all his attention on his ears, listening carefully to what was going on in the room.

After Lu Zicong left, the room finally became quieter.

Yi Haomiao's face also softened unconsciously.

He first checked Sikong Qingying's pulse.

Sure enough, he diagnosed the 'same breath' in Sikong Qingying's body. In addition, he also found a golden needle in Sikong Qingying's brain, but he didn't put it in, and now he doesn't dare to pull it out rashly.

This seemed to be Lu Zicong's masterpiece. He couldn't figure out who Sikong Qingying was, and why Lu Zicong not only gave her a 'same interest' but also used a golden needle...probably to seal her memory.

He really couldn't understand what Lu Zicong wanted to do?

It was obvious that Lu Zicong had done so many things to this woman's body, but in the end, he married this woman to his nephew?

snort!

Thinking of this, Yi Haomiao felt angry.

How could the little thing he fell in love with become someone else's wife so easily? Although he didn't feel that he liked Sikong Qingying, or that he had deep feelings for Sikong Qingying, even if he cared a little bit, in his eyes

It is extremely rare in so many years of growing up.

For this little bit of care, he had to bring Sikong Qingying to him... This kind of obsession and thought is natural to Yi Haomiao. Compared with his sister Yi Hexi's unreasonable troubles,

No more concessions at all.

Whatever Yi Haomiao wants to do, whether he has the ability or not, he will do it to the end...for example, the pursuit of Lu Zicong for more than ten years.

He is just so paranoid and stubborn.

Sometimes, in order to achieve a goal, you will fight for, obtain, or destroy it at all costs.

Knowing that time could no longer be delayed, Yi Haomiao took out the antidote to the Five Ghosts Yanyang Pill and gave it to Sikong Qingying to drink.

The Five Ghost Yanyang Pill is a secret medicine that is not passed down to the royal family of the Shouyi Dynasty, but Yi Haomiao is very interested in poison. For this medicine, he once personally sneaked into the palace of the Shouyi Dynasty to steal the Five Ghost Yanyang Pill. If he couldn't steal it, he would

To deceive...

Anyway, he got the Five Ghost Yanyang Pill in the end, and then returned to Dajing. It took him a full month and a half to successfully prepare the antidote. The antidote was placed on him, but he didn't have it for many years.

I used it, but I didn’t expect to use it at this moment.

The antidote to the Five Ghost Yanyang Pill is liquid. After drinking it, it takes effect almost immediately. Sikong Qingying's complexion improves at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yi Haomiao looked at Sikong Qingying, whose complexion was slowly turning rosy. He felt very satisfied and touched Sikong Qingying's little face again... It was not as cold as before, but even after feeding him the antidote, he did not turn Sikong Qingying's face into cold.

Qingying put him on the bed but still hugged him.

At this time, Lu Jiu, who went out to buy medicine, had returned.

"Uncle, the medicine...the medicine is here."

Lu Zicong glanced at the medicine in his hand: "It's no longer needed..."

Lu Jiu's face turned pale, and there was a hint of sadness in his expression. He didn't even feel the medicine in his hand fall.

"Could it be that...Xiaoying...she has..." Lu Jiu couldn't breathe just at the thought of that woman possibly being dead.

Lu Zicong shook his head: "Someone is already rescuing her. Don't worry, Xiaoying will be fine."

Lu Jiu then had a sudden idea and cheered up again.

"Really? That's great!"

Lu Zicong nodded: "Well, if you feed the antidote, it will take effect very quickly. It is estimated that Xiaoying will wake up soon."

"That's great." Lu Jiu gestured to enter.

But Lu Zicong stopped him: "Not now... wait until Xiaoying wakes up."

Lu Jiu felt a little strange, but he still listened to Lu Zicong's words.

"Little uncle, why did you leave without saying goodbye? And, during this time..."

"This is not the place to talk. You come with me."

Lu Zicong also had a guest room here, and he brought Lu Jiu inside.

"We'll talk about my affairs later. Now, let's talk about your affairs with Xiaoying. Xiaojiu, do you have any enemies in the Shouyi Dynasty?"

Lu Jiu shook his head: "I have done every task very cleanly. Basically, no one has come to seek revenge until now."

At this point, he paused: "Could it be that the poison Xiaoying was poisoned this time was from the Shouyi Dynasty?"

Lu Zicong reached out to touch his waist out of habit. When his hand failed, he remembered that his Bixiao was long gone.

There was a sense of sadness in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he spoke rationally about Sikong Qingying's situation: "Yes, the poison in Xiaoying is a secret medicine that is not passed down to the royal family of the Shouyi Dynasty."

"Speaking of this...little uncle, Xiaoying and I have met many assassins before. The martial arts moves of those assassins are quite similar to those of the Shouyi Dynasty. Could it be that Xiaoying has enemies in the Shouyi Dynasty..."

Lu Zicong pondered.

Sikong Qingying had never encountered such a thing before when he was in the Imperial Capital of Beijing.

I never encountered these things when I was with him.

Everything started when Sikong Qingying and Lu Jiu left Xuanming Palace together... Where did Sikong Qingying go before leaving Xuanming Palace?

After thinking about it, Lu Zicong's soul flashed, and he suddenly asked Lu Jiu: "It is said that the Tianzong Sect is involved with a certain royal family. Xiaojiu, do you know which royal family your Xuanming Palace is related to?"

Lu Jiu nodded: "The Tianzong Sect is quite powerful. When they last recruited relatives, Senior Sister Gong checked the details of the Tianzong Sect. It seems that they are somewhat involved with the Shouyi Dynasty."

"Shouyi Dynasty..." Lu Zicong murmured to himself: "As expected."

If there were many things related to Sikong Qingying when he took Sikong Qingying to Xuanming Palace, they were definitely few and far between.

Putting aside the fact that he asked Sikong Qingying to take care of Yi Haomiao and offended that pervert, there was only the strange behavior of the head of the Tianzong Sect before he left the Tianzong Sect.

The head of the Tianzong Sect once wanted to take Sikong Qingying back to recognize his relatives?

"Xiao Jiu, according to legend, women have been the emperors of the Shouyi Dynasty in all dynasties?"

Lu Jiu pondered for a moment: "That's true, but there are also men who are emperors... Now, the emperor of the Shoyi Dynasty is a man, and, according to our news from Xuanming Palace, the emperor of the Shoyi Dynasty is a man.

There is no woman in the royal bloodline - that's not right, there was a woman many years ago, but our Xuanming Palace received a mission to get rid of that woman."

When Lu Jiu said this, Lu Zicong figured everything out.

"I see……"

How abominable.

Those people from the Shoyi Dynasty didn’t even confirm Sikong Qingying’s identity, so they killed him because Sikong Qingying might have royal blood from the Shoyi Dynasty? Just because Sikong Qingying was a woman?

Lu Zicong frowned and began to think about how to help Sikong Qingying resolve the crisis.

"Little uncle, why is that so? Do you understand what's going on?"

Lu Zicong nodded: "Well, if I guess correctly, the other party should be coming for Xiaoying... Xiaoying's identity is really not simple..."

She is obviously a native of Dajing, and she is also the imperial concubine of the emperor of Dajing, but she may have blood from the Shouyi Dynasty.

This is really strange.

Lu Zicong regretted sealing Sikong Qingying's memory and hypnotizing Sikong Qingying on his own initiative. As a result, Sikong Qingying forgot all the past things. Now, even if he wanted to ask Sikong Qingying's identity, he still had to ask

It doesn't work.

"Uncle, you really know Xiaoying better than me... Actually, Xiaoying also..." Lu Jiu stopped here.

After all, Sikong Qingying is still his wife now, and he can't tell the fact that Sikong Qingying likes Lu Zicong.

"Uncle, I hope you can take more care of Xiaoying in the future. She always gets hurt when I am by her side..." Lu Jiu said with frustration. He always felt that it would be better for Sikong Qingying and Lu Zicong to be together.

Lu Zicong was so preoccupied that he didn't hear what Lu Jiu was saying. He just sighed and said, "It's not your fault. It's because the Shouyi Dynasty is too unreasonable and overbearing..."

Lu Zicong will definitely find a way to help Sikong Qingying and Lu Jiu.

If they really can't protect Sikong Qingying... As long as they can make Sikong Qingying good, what if they ask the Emperor of Beijing for help?

At this time, Lu Zicong had already put aside his personal feelings. He just wanted to guard Sikong Qingying, make up for Sikong Qingying, and just wanted Sikong Qingying to be well...

As long as Sikong Qingying is doing well, he will be willing to do whatever is asked of him.

When Sikong Qingying regained consciousness, he felt very uncomfortable.

My whole body felt light-headed and light-headed, I felt like I was nauseous, and my whole body was soft and weak.

She weakly opened her eyes and saw purple gauze.

Startled for a moment, I looked up along the veil and saw a beautifully shaped chin. Looking up further, I finally saw a familiar, handsome and enchanting face.

Sikong Qingying opened his mouth and said with some disbelief: "Yi Haomiao?"
To be continued...