[Quick Transmigration] Xiao Shou is always dying

Chapter 50

The wine was toasted by the prince, and the first two glasses were not poisonous.

How could Qi Mo refuse the third cup?Doubt that the prince poisoned him?To say this is outrageous.And Qi Mo himself doesn't think the wine is poisonous.

If Ji Jia said it... no one would believe it at all, but it would make Nangong Jiu angry, and he might be punished on the spot.And it is still unknown whether someone will test that glass of wine in the future. If not, Qi Mo will die after drinking it, and Daewoo's civil strife can be reserved; Countless things will happen on the way, and the authenticity of the test results is not convincing at all.And since Ji Qian is risking everything, I am afraid that if the wine is sent for testing, it will definitely be fine, and he must be the one who will be convicted in the end!

Ji Qian was aiming at him, and it was obvious that he was forcing him—his target was not Qi Mo in the first place, if Qi Mo died, Ji Qian himself would be the culprit, and he would definitely be the one to bear the brunt, but Ji Jia could run away ?Ji Qian and Ji Qian are a family, and they are both involved here. In order to appease Qi Yao, the emperor might copy and kill all the members of the Ji family!The whole family is going to die!

Therefore, Ji Jia had no choice but to drink the glass of poisoned wine.

Ji Jia doesn't know what it feels like to be poisoned, but he knows that since Ji Jia has done it, it must not be some kind of poison that makes him feel good. Qi Mo is his friend, and watching him die in front of him because of his own reasons is also a pity. It will be very painful and self-blaming... This is Ji Qian's purpose, if Ji Qian is not good himself, no one can feel better about it!

Ji Jia's face turned pale, and death was standing in front of him. To be honest, he was very scared.Although not the first time to die.When a person faces death, he is always afraid, which is a normal state of mind.

I underestimated Ji Qian too much.Ji Jia closed his eyes, but... after he died, Qi Mo would definitely avenge him. If it was his last wish, no matter what the reason was, he would make Ji Qian's life worse than death, and Qi Mo would definitely do it.If the poison wasn't instant death, he'd be able to see it for himself.

Crazy people cannot be judged by common sense.

If it's normal, as long as he mentions a little bit, Qi Mo can understand, but in this case, he can't say anything more, there is not enough time!There can be no accidents, he can't take risks, Qi Mo must not die!

It only took a moment for his thoughts to flow, and Qi Mo's hand holding the wine glass only moved two inches to his lips.

Ji Jia raised her eyelashes, her eyes had calmed down, and the knuckles of the hands holding Qi Mo's arms turned white.

Qi Mo frowned, and patted Ji Jia's hand with his left hand, his tone was calm and comforting, "Jia Jia, are you drunk? If you're drunk, sit down and rest, don't worry..."

After all, Qi Mo should be his first friend in the real sense.Equal, real, and sincerely communicate with each other, although he has a really bad temper and likes to trick him into jumping up and down, but he is indeed a very good friend.

Ji Jia shook his head, the corners of his mouth curled up, "You are the one, don't drink it before your injury heals last time?" He said and took out a small and delicate silver wine glass from Qi Mo's hand, like a loyal subordinate Like worrying about his boss, he bowed to Nan Gongjiu, whose face was darkened, raised his glass and apologized, "Your Highness Six, my Marshal can't drink any more. I will drink this cup for him in the end. I hope Your Highness will forgive me."

The white and delicate hands of the noble family, because in the battlefield, the palms are no longer delicate, it seems that except for the whiteness, the characteristics of the hands of the noble family have disappeared, there are still some small scars on the hands, holding the silver wine glass, like that nice.

Qi Mo's heart jumped, and for some reason, a feeling of panic rose in his heart.

The smile on Ji Qian's lips widened a little, but overall it was still very gentle. His eyes were warm, looking at Ji Jia with incomparably warm eyes, like a real brother who cared.

Ji Jia raised her hand and drank the fine wine in her glass.

Different from the burning knives drunk at Bianguan, the wine used in palace banquets is not so rough. When it slides down the throat, it does not have a strong burning feeling. It is much milder and has a delicate fragrance. The cold wine passes through the throat. , sliding down the moist esophagus, Ji Jia's face turned even paler, Qi Mo worriedly supported Ji Jia, obviously he couldn't drink well, so why did he stop him.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the abdomen, Ji Jia covered his mouth, suppressed the desire to vomit in his throat, tilted his body to the side, and leaned weakly on Qi Mo's body, the sharp pain almost deprived him of all his sanity , but he knew that he couldn't fall down here.

This cup of poison was aimed at Ji Jia, but Ji Jia drank it for Qi Mo.

At the celebration banquet, the hero was poisoned and killed, and the emperor was determined not to take the blame. Who would believe the emperor said that he didn't order it?Daewoo will definitely have civil strife, if Ji Qian is not dealt with as soon as possible, he may fish in troubled waters and run away.

Definitely, must be in this sweeping pain that made it difficult for him to even breathe, try his best to explain things clearly to Qi Mo.

Qi Mo felt the weight in his hands, and had a rather helpless smile on his face, but he also supported Ji Jia with all his strength, and even blocked the drink, is he already drunk?so pale.

Except for the pain, Ji Jia could hardly feel her own existence.

With Qi Mo's hand supporting him, he tried his best to reach Qi Mo's ear. After he was poisoned, he kept suppressing it. There was nothing unusual except that his face was pale, and ordinary people only thought he was drunk.

"...Qi, Qi Mo..." Ji Jia's powerless words flowed out along with Yin Hong's blood, and the words were confused and blurred, "Alcohol is poisonous... Endgame... No, don't let Ji Qian go..."

Red blood streaked across the corners of Ji Jia's pretty mouth, flowed over his pale skin, and dripped onto Qi Mo's shoulders. The moon-white dress and bright red blood were so dazzling.

These things happened, but within a few breaths, before others could react to what happened to Qi Mo and the others, they saw Ji Qian who was beside the sixth prince groaned, and suddenly passed out, but it was the third prince who grabbed him. He caught it, and the side-by-side king who was the focus of the banquet also picked up Ji Jia, who seemed to be very drunk, and quickly apologized and left, saying that both of them were very drunk and they were going to rest in the back hall.

As for the remaining sixth prince, his face was dazed and his eyes were full of shock. Afterwards, he was extremely anxious. Although he quickly recovered his emotions, he was obviously very absent-minded afterwards. Having a headache made all the adults so happy, and I also went to the apse.

The center of the palace banquet was Qi Mo, Qi Mo left without going on the road, and of course the emperor's son didn't have to stay any longer.

All the ministers were still drinking wine, chatting with each other, it was very lively, they seemed not at all interested in what happened just now, they didn't talk about it, they didn't spy on it at all, only they knew what was going on in their minds.

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Qi Mo wished that there would be wind under his feet all the way.

Ji Jia's state was terrible, but she kept her mind weak, and buried her head in his chest. Along the way, the warm and wet touch on his chest kept repeating "warm—moist—too late to get cold—" Warm and hot", this process keeps updating, and it also makes Qi Mo worry, almost making him forget to breathe, Ji Jia must be vomiting blood, or it has been like this non-stop...

poisoned!Really poisoned!Qi Mo's heart was mixed with guilt and self-blame, hatred and pain, his eyes were wide open, almost making his eye sockets ache, and his chest felt as if it was about to explode.

After turning out of the main hall, Nan Gongzhang immediately sent someone to tell the imperial physician, and told him to hurry up, and gave him a token to facilitate his actions. Turning around, he found that Qi Mo had put Ji Jia on the bed in the side hall, and was letting Ji Jia lie on him On his knees, he put his fingers into Ji Qian's mouth to induce him to vomit.

But the effect didn't seem to be great. Ji Jia kept coughing up blood, which made it difficult for him to implement it. Instead, Ji Jia coughed up blood faster, and soon a pool of bright red blood gathered on the ground beside the bed.

The chest of Qi Mo's moon white clothes was soaked even more. The strong and bright red color almost made Nan Gongzhang's eyes sting. Seeing Ji Jia's unconsciously curled up body suffering from toxins made him feel uncomfortable. At the extreme point, he punched a solid pillar in the temple, his finger bones turned white, and reddish blood oozes out.

Inducing vomiting had no effect at all, and Ji Jia fell into a semi-consciousness from the pain again. Qi Mo was afraid that if he continued to induce vomiting, the blood spit out by Ji Jia would flow back into the airway and choke his breathing, so he had to lay Ji Jia flat. He used his expensive clothes as a handkerchief, Gently wiped away the blood from the mouth for Ji Jia.

If you don't come, why don't you come!Qi Mo never felt that the imperial doctor was so slow. The anxiety in his heart almost made him like a trapped animal. He who was always calm, after putting down Ji Jia, his hands trembled slightly uncontrollably, and he paced back and forth at a loss.

At this moment, Qi Mo's peripheral vision suddenly glanced to Ji Qian who was fainted on the cold floor, his face suddenly became terrifying, and all the storms seemed to be brewing in his eyes, which almost made his handsome face change. It was a complete stranger, almost like another person.

Walking in front of Ji Qian in a few strides, Qi Mo grabbed Ji Qian's neck with his big hands, lifted him up from the ground, and unconsciously tightened his slender and strong fingers.

"Cough, cough cough—" Ji Qian couldn't breathe, and was forced to wake up from the coma.

"Tell me, what kind of poison did you poison!" Qi Mo's eyes were poisonous, and his eyes were as sharp as if he wanted to kill someone. He looked at Ji Qian viciously, and almost growled, "Get rid of it!" Hand over the medicine!"

Ji Qian was also taken aback by Qi Mo's eyes.

But soon, he figured it out, and seemed to have taken off all the camouflage. While holding Qi Mo's iron-like hands with his hands, he laughed wildly. When he turned his head with difficulty, he saw When he saw Ji Jia's appearance, he burst out into a burst of triumphant laughter, "Haha, hahaha, Ji Jia, Ji Jia! Hahaha...you have today too?"

The distorted smile, the feeling of suffocation, and the hoarse voice all made Ji Qian fearful like an evil ghost. He smiled and said words that pleased him with difficulty, "Ji Jia, how is it? Dropped? I have long said that I want the most painful poison. I heard that after drinking it, it will cause abdominal pain like twisting, and the pain lasts for twelve hours. It is very, very suitable for you. You have always been so, so High above you, now that you have been poisoned, still, isn't it like a dead dog, so embarrassed—cough cough—"

Qi Mo's fingers became tighter and tighter, and finally he couldn't speak anymore. He held Qi Mo's hand with both hands to let himself breathe, and coughed as if his throat was broken.

When Nan Gongzhang saw Qi Mo's eyes were red, and he was in a bad mood, he immediately held Qi Mo's hand hard, making Qi Mo's fingers loose, and said coldly, "Don't kill him!" Turning his head again, Staring at Ji Qian fiercely, his eyes were as cold as the winter wind, "Hand over the antidote, and I can keep your whole body."

Ji Qian got the air and breathed heavily, seeing Qi Mo's gloomy Nan Gongzhang's coldness, his heart felt refreshed, and the smile on his mouth widened again, not enough!not enough!But if this is the case, how can it be compared to what he has endured for so long? How could he end up here after suffering for so long? Ji Qian’s eyes revealed malice, and in his strange and smiling words , looked very strange, "Hehe, the antidote? What is that thing? I only know that a seven-day heartbreak will never make a person live past seven days!"

After all, there was another burst of crazy laughter.

Heartbroken for seven days.

These four words pierced through Qi Mo like sharp arrows. Qi Mo felt palpitations. For the first time, he understood what real fear was, and began to tremble uncontrollably, as if holding a piece of iron in his hand. He knocked Ji Qian to the ground, and walked to Ji Jia's bed with heavy steps. The Yingwei man bent his knees and knelt down on the ground with a bang, buried his head on Ji Jia's neck, and listened to Ji Jia silently. The faint sound of a pulse.

Nan Gongzhang's complexion was pale, with a hint of sadness, and after that, there was a deep hidden worry.

Nangong Jiu at the door was stunned, unable to believe what he heard for a moment.