Sang Ning had already woken up when the military doctor arrived.
She was lying on the imperial concubine's couch, her eyes slightly open, as sickly and listless as a haggard and withered flower.
"Your Majesty, long time no see."
The visitor arrived in front of the couch, his voice gentle and a bit mocking.
Sanning sensed something was wrong - was this the original owner's enemy again?
She forced herself to sit up and looked at the other person carefully: she had a clear and handsome face, and her eyes were pure black, as if they were dripping with ink. When she looked at the person, she looked calm and silent, like a dummy.
He is dressed in white clothes that look like snow. He has a slender figure and long hair, which is pulled down into a bun with a wooden hairpin. He is holding the breeze, the bright moon, and the immortals among the clouds.
While Sang Ning was admiring it, a name flashed in his mind - Fengqueyi.
He was once the imperial physician of Yan Palace. He was an upright, pure and kind person with excellent medical skills.
However, the original owner once asked him to poison a beloved concubine, but he refused to do so, which aroused her hatred. She calculated that he gave herself the wrong medicine, and asked the ignorant king to remove him from his post and also disabled one of his hands.
That hand——
Sanning looked at his right hand——
Feng Queyi's right index finger was wearing a stiff white finger cot, and it was obvious that a finger was missing.
As an imperial doctor, I am always looking, hearing, asking, and asking questions. If I am missing a finger, what future can I have?
Okay, the original owner has added another sin.
"Ten years to the east of Hedong, ten years to the west of Hexi."
Sang Ning sighed: "That's all, today I am a prisoner and I can do whatever you want. But you have to be faster. When Feng Runsheng comes back, you won't have the chance to do anything."
It's not bad to die in the hands of Feng Queyi.
As long as it's not a human death, she can accept it.
Feng Queyi frowned when he saw her casual face, feeling very uncomfortable: This shouldn't be like this! She should have knelt down to him and begged for mercy, crying bitterly! How could she be so indifferent?
Feng Runsheng is right!
Death is meaningless.
They really wanted to kill her, but they did what she wanted!
"What are you talking about?"
Feng Queyi smiled slightly, looking innocent and ignorant: "The Lord has spoken, how dare we have any objections?"
He lifted up the hem of his clothes, knelt down halfway, stretched out his left hand, and felt her pulse.
Oh, he was born with deficiencies, lost both his energy and blood, and his meridians were disordered... He didn't need to take action, and he wouldn't be able to live long.
But he suddenly didn't want her to die.
Everything ends when one dies.
So what's the point of his suffering?
"My queen, please be at ease. As long as I am here, my queen will live a long life."
These words made Sang Ning want to beat someone up.
The original owner couldn't die even if he became a human pig in the book. How dare he still have this guy's handiwork.
The thought of becoming a human pig made Sang Ning want to die. She deliberately provoked him: "Feng Queyi, are you mentally ill? I am your enemy! You still save me! Are you the reincarnation of the Holy Father? "
Feng Queyi seemed unable to hear her sarcasm and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you are so ridiculous. Holy Father dare not think that Xinglin Saint Hand will indeed pursue him in the next life. It is a pity that it was destroyed at the hands of Your Majesty."
Sanning: "..."
This is really playing the piano to a cow!
She was so angry that she had nothing to say, and waved her hands lazily: "Go away. It's annoying to see you."
Fengqueyi felt even more uncomfortable when he saw her looking down on him like this: How could this demon concubine bother him? He is the one who should be annoying her!
But seeing her leaning on the imperial concubine's couch, looking haggard, sick and depressed, I felt soft: Forget it, let's boil the medicine first. Lest she faint suddenly again.
"Your Majesty, wait a moment. I'm going to make some medicine for you."
In fact, there is no need for him to go there in person.
But the demon concubine has made many enemies in the palace, and there is no guarantee that someone will secretly kill her.
If he really let her die, it would be as she wished.
Sang Ning didn't know what Feng Queyi was thinking. When he saw what he said, he said seriously: "Thank you for your hard work. Remember to add arsenic/frost. I will drink it clean."
Fengqueyi: "..."
I want to die so much!
Humph, he would never let her have her way!
"The queen is joking."
Feng Queyi bowed and left Yuesang Palace.
Silence returned to the palace.
Sang Ning looked around. The empty hall was lifeless. He felt bored, so he took off the hairpin on his head and looked around -
Chen Jin was shocked when he saw it. He immediately stepped forward, snatched the hairpin, and advised: "The Lord is merciful. Your Majesty is rich in gold and precious body. Please take care of yourself and don't do stupid things."
After saying that, he saw that Sang Ning still had hairpins on his head, so he took them all off.
Sanning: "..."
As for that?
She would not use the hairpin to commit suicide unless absolutely necessary.
This thing can't stab you to death, but you will suffer.
"My dear, please don't let your mind wander."
Luzhi hugged her arm and cried to persuade her: "Although the Yan Kingdom has been destroyed, you are not only the concubine of the destroyed country, but also the princess of the Sang Kingdom. Emperor Sang will not ignore death."
After hearing what she said, Sang Ning remembered that the original owner was still the princess of Sang Kingdom.
However, this Sang State is a weak country and has always been controlled by Yan State.
At that time Emperor Yanyun came to the throne.
Of course, Emperor Yanyun seized the throne through illegal means.
Rumor has it that he murdered his father and brother for this reason, and also massacred hundreds of members of his clan and ministers.
Such atrocities are naturally unpopular with the people.
When Emperor Sang Qi heard about this, he immediately married his biological sister Sang Ning.
At that time, Sang Ning was only fourteen years old. The innocent, beautiful and patriotic girl was a little naughty and turned into a beauty disaster.
For four years, he followed the Hunjun to cause chaos, causing continuous uprisings that brought disaster to the Yan Kingdom.
Unfortunately, the Helan family stationed in Mobei took advantage of the situation and rose up, taking away the fruits of Sang's victory.
Sang Guo just made wedding clothes for others in vain.
Thinking of this, Sang Ning felt that Sang Guo or the original owner's brother might not care about the life and death of the original owner's useless chess piece.
"Alas~"
How can one die easily?
She leaned against the imperial concubine's couch, sighed, closed her eyes, and tapped her forehead with her red cardamom fingers.
"Why are you sighing?"
A cold voice came in.
Sanning heard it, opened his eyes, heard the sound and looked -
Feng Runsheng walked in like a murderer, holding a... head dripping with blood in his hand.
Suddenly, he threw his head over.
Gululu.
The head rolled a few times and landed under the imperial concubine's bed.
Sang Ning was so frightened that she covered her mouth and swallowed her scream: "Feng Runsheng, you, you -"
"Do you like the gift I gave you?"
Feng Runsheng sheathed his sword, wiped the blood from his cheek, and walked over like a bloodthirsty devil boy.
He may have been stabbed when he was a teenager. He is not too tall, has a thin figure, and looks more paranoid and sinister.
"Look!"
Feng Runsheng stepped on the blood and came to the imperial concubine's bed, grabbed Sang Ning's hair, and forced her to look at the face of the confused emperor who refused to look at death.
Sang Ning closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look for fear of having a nightmare.
"It hurts - let go -"
She tilted her head back, breathing rapidly and her face flushed.
The redness spread all the way to the slender neck.
The neck is like white porcelain, dyed red, which is a very delicate color.
Looking down, the neckline of the red palace skirt is wide open, and there is a little red in the white snow, which is the spring light that kills people.
Coupled with her coquettish appearance and weak temperament, she is now trembling and trembling like an innocent lamb, making people want to ravage her.
Feng Runsheng's mouth felt dry, his breathing was disordered, and all the blood in his body rushed to one place...
