Chapter 16: Poison

Xie Jinglan stared at the desk and found that the position of the painting silk had changed.

No one dared to enter this study without his permission, so Wen Ning must have tidied up the desk for him.

He prided himself on being a ruthless warrior and a master of the imperial court, but he felt uneasy because he secretly kept a portrait of her.

It's a little unlike myself.

In the following days, Xie Jinglan stayed in the tent to train his elite soldiers.

Although I stayed in the tent, I was still obsessed with her and missed her like crazy.

Every night is filled with her alluring warmth and tenderness.

He suddenly felt that the desire that was gnawing at his heart was indeed true!

After today's martial arts training ended, Xie Jinglan stepped into the tent, but inexplicably felt a little restless. He thought it was because he had some evil thoughts that he shouldn't have.

But this slight burning sensation is...

Something is wrong.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, it was... the poison!

This tent is simple and there is no ice water, let alone any cold substance that can suppress the evil poison in the body.

Xie Jinglan immediately shouted outside the tent, "Qingfeng! Return home!"

Riding at full speed, Xie Jinglan could feel the burning heat traveling along his meridians, and in a moment it spread throughout his body like wildfire.

He leaned over the horse's back, his five fingers deeply embedded in the horse's mane, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

Arriving at Tingsong Courtyard, Qingfeng, while carrying his master on his back, hurriedly shouted to the people in the courtyard, "Prepare some ice water!"

Several servants understood immediately, and they moved in and out of the inner room nimbly. In just a moment, ice water was ready in the bathtub behind the screen.

Xie Jinglan drove everyone out. He took off his soft armor and stepped into the bathtub without taking off his arrow-sleeved training clothes.

"What happened to the Marquis?" Nanny Xue was so frightened that her voice cracked. She tightly grasped Qingfeng's wrist guard and asked anxiously.

Qingfeng pulled Nanny Xue aside and explained to her in a concise manner how the Marquis had contracted the poison.

This was also the first time that Wen Ning had seen such a situation. In her mind, the Marquis was always as strong as a dragon and a tiger, with tendons and bones of iron, who could repel thousands of troops and protect the territory.

But at this moment, he clung to the edge of the bathtub tightly, his body convulsing in pain.

Xie Jinglan's eyes were bloodshot, and his veins were like twisted vines, rising along his neck and ravaging every meridian.

It felt like millions of poisonous ants were gnawing at my bone marrow, and my internal organs seemed to be being poured with lava.

He only felt a red swirl in front of his eyes, and the only sound in his ears was the roar of boiling blood.

"Well!"

Xie Jinglan raised his head and let out a suppressed growl, then slammed his back against the wall of the barrel.

Wen Ning couldn't bear to see him like this anymore, so she walked forward with the mu tray in her hand.

"Please, my Lord... allow this servant to relieve your pain."

Xie Jinglan only felt a slight splash of water in front of him, and then saw a beautiful figure sitting in the water.

She didn't leave at all!

Wen Ning couldn't help but shiver as her body was suddenly surrounded by cold water.

"You...get out!"

Xie Jinglan knew that he would easily lose his mind when the poison took effect, and was afraid that he would hurt her if he lost control, so he didn't allow her to stay here.

Not only was Wen Ning unmoved, she even reached out to unbutton his lapel.

"You...are looking for death! Get out!"

Xie Jinglan growled and grabbed her waist with both hands, about to drive her out, but Wen Ning hugged her tightly, and her cool breath fell behind his ear, "My Lord, trust me, I can help you..."

It seemed to make people more confused than any antidote. Xie Jinglan clenched his teeth tightly, veins on his forehead bulged, but he stopped struggling.

Upon seeing this, Wen Ning immediately helped him take off his shirt, revealing the "Renyingxue" on the side of his neck. The blood here contains the essence of the innate stomach meridian, which can guide the fire poison to drain out.

"I need to use my silver hairpin to prick the blood bead and suck out some of the fire poison for you, so that the pain can be relieved. Please cooperate with me as much as possible, my Lord."

However, this pulse is located on the side of the neck, and any carelessness can be fatal.

Wen Ning could only use her petite body to press his large body against the wall of the tub. To say she pressed against the wall of the tub was actually just lying in his arms, and then she stretched out a hand to clasp the back of his neck and press him towards her.

The softness in front of him pressed tightly against his chest, and the cold jade fingers covered the side of his neck. Xie Jinglan suddenly felt as if he had fallen into another sea of ​​fire, almost being burned to death. Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his tense jaw.

The ice water in the bathtub had been "boiled" into warm water by Xie Jinglan's hot body. Wen Ning could feel his hot body temperature even through his clothes.

"My Lord, I am about to begin..."

She picked up the silver hairpin that had been soaked in wine from the bathing tray beside her, put it against Xie Jinglan's cheek, and then found the "Renyingxue" acupoint. The silver hairpin immediately moved in and out with her breathing. When she saw the blood beads oozing out, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Ning tilted her head slightly and placed her soft lips on the red bead.

The moment their lips touched the neck, they both trembled almost at the same time.

"Wen Ning, Wen Ning..." Xie Jinglan's voice was hoarse, and there was a mixture of tingling and numbness in his neck. He endured the pain in his body and dared not move, for fear that Wen Ning would accidentally swallow a mouthful of poisonous blood because of him.

The person in front of him closed her eyes lightly, her long curled eyelashes were wet with water, and every time she looked up to breathe, his heart trembled.

Wen Ning spat out the last of the poisonous blood and said to Xie Jinglan with a slight gasp, "My Lord, just bear with it for a moment longer, and the pain will subside."

"go out!"

Xie Jinglan felt that his condition had not yet improved, so he didn't want her to stay here any longer.

Wen Ning acted as if she didn't hear him and picked up the cotton cloth to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

While wiping the sweat off her face, she talked to him to divert his attention, "My Lord, what I have is a silver hairpin, not an ordinary round needle. This pulse is on the side of the neck, so you don't have to be afraid..."

Xie Jinglan suddenly grasped her slender wrist. "With your strength... you can't hurt me." He endured the burning pain and continued, "Besides, I trust you."

Wen Ning's fingertips trembled slightly, she lowered her eyelashes, but the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl up a little.

Xie Jinglan finally felt that his body was no longer so hot, the pain gradually dissipated, and he regained consciousness.

He leaned forward slightly and hugged Wen Ning face to face in his arms.

"My Lord!" Wen Ning exclaimed in a low voice, but saw that his expression seemed to have returned to normal.

She had seen her master use this method of pricking blood with a silver hairpin before, but she had never done it herself. She dared to use the Marquis as an experiment today, and now when she thinks about it, she still feels scared.

Her eyelashes trembled with joy as she asked, "My Lord, are you okay?"

Her wet clothes clung to her body, outlining her breathtakingly delicate curves.

Because of sucking the poison just now, the collar of her clothes had become loose and half fell down, revealing her round and smooth shoulders like porcelain glaze.

The sparkling water droplets on the jade neck meandered all the way down and playfully hid in the shadow below the collarbone.

Xie Jinglan felt his throat tighten and blamed her, saying, "Your treatment has made it even worse."

"How is that possible..." Wen Ning was about to refute, but when she met his eyes that were filled with magma, she couldn't help but shudder.

"It's time for me to go out." She pushed away the broad chest in front of her and was about to stand up.

"Just like that?"

Wen Ning then realized that she was soaked and her clothes were in disarray. She turned sideways to straighten the front of her clothes, then immediately sat back down.