Black Bellied Prince’s Stunning Abandoned Consort

"It's not that we can come out intact, but Qiqi's medical skills are very good." Mo Wenchen stopped beating around the bush and told the truth: "I think Miss Xunqin also knows this."

"He is indeed a gentleman." Duanhun was still thinking about how to come up with these words. After thinking about it for a long time, Mo Wenchen didn't want to say it directly: "Indeed, I am not going to die soon, and it is also because of this that Xunqin will Cooperate with you.”

"People of the Ming Dynasty don't speak secretly." Su Qiqi also nodded: "However, we also need Feng Su and the Resurrection Grass."

This is their goal in coming to Broken Soul Pavilion.

"Okay, deal." Duanhun clapped his hands: "As long as Miss Qiqi can heal me, everything in Baidu Garden will be given to me with both hands."

"Forget it about the Hundred Poison Garden." Su Qiqi waved her hands hurriedly and smiled: "Those flowers and plants are quite beautiful, even if they are extremely beautiful, they are also extremely poisonous."

"However, not all beautiful things are poisonous. Miss Qiqi is very beautiful." Duanhun still smiled and spoke very slowly. He looked directly at Su Qiqi, but there was no frivolity at all.

It is a sincere admiration.

"Thank you." Su Qiqi responded generously: "It's just a matter of face."

"When are we going to do it?" Duanhun couldn't wait, because he didn't want to die either.

"You can do it at any time, as long as you're ready." Su Qiqi didn't touch Qiao, looking very casual.

"What do you need us to do?" Xunqin also asked. Looking at Su Qiqi, he felt a little better. Originally, beautiful things make people like them. In addition, Su Qiqi's moderate behavior and generous speech made people even more fond of it. Like three points.

Even Xunqin likes Su Qiqi.

"Prepare hot water, wine, and clean towels. There should be enough." Su Qiqi responded and looked Duanhun up and down: "Where are you going?"

"Is it convenient for me to stay in my dormitory?" Duanhun was also very talkative, asking for Mo Wenchen's opinion.

They are now in a cooperative relationship, so of course they have to be polite.

"Okay." Mo Wenchen was generous. He believed in Su Qiqi.

"Okay, let's take action now." Su Qiqi raised her eyes: "Don't let anyone approach your bedroom."

"Understood." Duanhun responded and winked at Xunqin. At this time, everyone must be eliminated.

Because Duanhun no longer trusts everyone.

Xunqin also nodded and retreated silently.

Not long after, a group of guards scattered around the Duanhun Palace and hid in the darkness.

The things Su Qiqi wanted were all prepared one by one and sent to the main hall for personal inspection by Su Qiqi.

Immediately, Su Qiqi left only Mo Wenchen and even Xunqin sneaked out.

Xunqin wanted to say something, but Duanhun shook his head. Since they dared to use Su Qiqi, they had to believe it unconditionally, so he was not afraid of taking any risks.

It actually made Su Qiqi look at him differently.

Mo Wenchen helped Su Qiqi, passing needles, wine and towels.

Su Qiqi first checked Duanhun's pulse, but it was very weak: "It seems that the poison has already hit his heart."

"Yes, I know I don't have many days left." Duanhun responded. He could clearly feel that even after taking the resurrection grass, he was becoming increasingly weak.

"You have the Hundred Poison Garden, don't you have the detoxifying grass?" Su Qiqi still asked a little strangely: "If the Soul-Dead Pavilion is big, no one can save your life?"

"I don't dare to let Lord Phoenix know about my current situation." Duanhun closed his eyes helplessly, feeling helpless, annoyed, and helpless.

In fact, he brought it to where he is today.

He admitted that he was not a wise king, which was why the officials wanted to rebel.

Let Phoenix Master have a loophole to take advantage of.

He regrets it now, but it's too late.

Fortunately, Su Qiqi was there. When he saw Su Qiqi's calm and unconcerned look, he unconsciously felt at ease.

Xunqin stood guard outside with her heart in her throat. What she was most worried about was Su Qiqi's medical skills, but she also understood that she had no choice. In this world, if Su Qiqi could not revive the broken soul, he would No one can save me.

She could only hope that Su Qiqi could revive Duanhun.

"Is that okay?" Mo Wenchen also looked at Su Qiqi. Not even the resurrection grass could save his life.

"It doesn't matter." Su Qiqi shook her head: "As long as the poison is detoxified and you cultivate for a while, you will be back to your original state."

When he said this, Leng Qianqian had already started to disinfect the golden needles.

His movements were as neat as ever, and he was even more confident.

Mo Wenchen didn't say any more, his expression calmed, and he began to assist Su Qiqi. The corners of his mouth turned up, somewhat satisfied.

Duanhun on the bed also squinted his eyes, studying the movements of Su Qiqi and Mo Wenchen, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

She felt Su Qiqi's slightly cold fingers pressing on her acupuncture points, followed by a hint of pain.

Little by little, Duanhun fell asleep.

"How is it?" Throughout the morning, Su Qiqi kept applying and pulling out acupuncture, changing pot after pot of boiling water, and throwing away towels one after another.

Mo Wenchen kept wiping the sweat from Su Qiqi's forehead. It was very hard, but he looked satisfied.

Without Su Qiqi's superb acupuncture skills, he would have died from the poison.

Therefore, he also has deep feelings for this acupuncture technique, especially for Su Qiqi's golden needles.

"You must be tired." Mo Wenchen sighed when he saw Su Qiqi retracting the needle, quickly helped her shoulders, and asked with concern: "How is it?"

"We have to do it again tomorrow." Su Qiqi smiled. She was indeed a little tired. The soul-breaking poison was too deep. She didn't want to activate the moon soul, so she had to work hard again.

"He is now." Mo Wenchen glanced at Duanhun, who was sleeping deeply, and frowned slightly.

"He will wake up in a while. Tomorrow, we will have to wait until he comes down early in the morning before acupuncture can be performed. Otherwise, Master Phoenix will notice something unusual. In the past few days, please tell Brother Hua and the others not to wander around and avoid being seen by interested people." Su Qi Qiye glanced at Duanhun, his face still a little dark: "His health is really in extreme condition."

"It seems that we won't be able to leave here in a short time." Mo Wenchen smiled nonchalantly: "But you have to work very hard."

But he looked distressed.

"Well, it's true that we can't leave, but Xunqin is right. If Duanhun destroys Duanhun Pavilion, we will be destroyed together." Su Qiqi sighed and said helplessly: "So, he can't die. .”

"Okay, I support you." Mo Wenchen rubbed the tip of Su Qiqi's nose with a doting look on his face. He also understood that Su Qiqi's hard work had a purpose.

Not only did they want to take Feng Su away, but they also wanted Duanhun Pavilion to be their support.

It will come in handy one day.

"Let's go see Xunqin first. She must be anxious to death." Su Qiqi stood up and shook Mo Wenchen's hand firmly, "Brother Hua and the others must also be anxiously waiting."

The two walked out side by side. The sun shone on the two of them, and there was a faint light, as if they were walking out of the light, making everyone outside look a little stunned.

Xunqin walked up to Su Qiqi for a moment and said, "Miss Qiqi, the little master of the pavilion is him."