“Go on!” Nangong Chiyu said.
"Your Highness!"
Nangong Chiyu raised his hand to shut Chi Yi up.
Ye Beihan sneered, pointing to several pages of his genius-written notes on poisonous insects and drugs.
"The method I just mentioned is unusable for Prince Yu, but this one is feasible."
"If you want to save Su Luo, you need poisoned blood as a medicinal ingredient. Of course, you can choose someone else to be the recipient, but given Prince Yu's nature, how could he possibly harm someone else?"
If anyone in Beiliang knows Nangong Chiyu better than Ye Beihan, he said smugly. As long as Nangong Chiyu becomes a medicine man, Nanning will not attack Beiliang in the next few years.
Only after they signed the agreement could he finally feel at ease.
"These toxins can quickly turn you into a drug user, but quick results are never a good thing. For example, there will be some side effects."
After reading through everything Ye Beihan had written, Nangong Chiyu found that it stated that trying to adapt the body to each type of poison would cause pain throughout the body.
But if the dosage is appropriate, it won't kill anyone.
“Your Highness, there’s no need to worry about the dosage. The Imperial Advisor beside you is a fellow disciple of my master. With him here, you will be fine.”
Ye Beihan discovered in the books left by his master that he was actually from the same school as the National Preceptor of Nanning.
I also learned that he loved using poison and was arrogant, so he was expelled from his sect early on, but he learned most of his poisons from his grandmaster.
What he knows, the National Preceptor of Nanning naturally knows a thing or two as well.
For Su Luo, this pain was nothing to Nangong Chiyu.
"It says here that it takes a year to refine the poisonous blood that can be used as a medicinal ingredient?"
This is the question that Nangong Chiyu is concerned about: what will happen to Luo Luo if Ye Beihan doesn't provide her with poisonous blood within this year?
"You don't need to worry about that, I will not break my promise again."
After reaching an agreement, Nangong Chiyu carried Su Luo back to the royal palace. He wanted to take Su Luo back to Nanning, back to Changping Village, back to their home.
The next day, when he saw Ye Beihan again, he brought Nangong Chiyu a large box of medicine bottles.
This was something they had agreed on yesterday: Ye Beihan would refine the blood into pills, and this box would be enough for Su Luo for a year.
Ye Beihan was carried out of the city gate; his face was pale and his body was completely bloodless.
"Your Majesty, I am very grateful that you have come all this way for Luo Luo, but I have no words of thanks to you."
Ye Beihan forced a smile: "For... Su Luo... I... am no worse than you..."
Nangong Chiyu ignored him and turned to walk towards the carriage.
Ye Beihan looked at the carriage not far from them, with Su Luo inside, and smiled bitterly to himself.
Su Luo, I never thought that in the end, I would still use you!
Ye Beihan closed his eyes and his fingers slipped from the bridge, causing chaos among those around him.
"Oh no! The Regent has passed away..."
"The Regent has passed away..."
Nangong Chiyu heard the voice clearly. Looking at the box of pills made from blood, he didn't turn around, but got into the car and hugged Su Luo tightly.
He let Su Luo lean against him, her heart filled with complicated emotions, and he even bit the corner of her lip.
Su Luo was in the space, knowing that there was nothing she could do, but seeing Ye Beihan die for her still made her heart clench.
Her spatial dimension moved in sync with her physical body. As the carriage receded into the distance, she faced the direction of Ye Beihan, her soul gazing straight ahead.
She didn't know why she was like this; perhaps it was out of guilt, or perhaps it was a final farewell...
...
Su Luo was a sentimental person. While using Ye Beihan's blood as a medicinal ingredient for her, she also felt sorry for Nangong Chiyu, who was suffering from poisoning every day.
She spent so much time in that space that she lost track of time.
But she could see the outside world very clearly. The year was almost up, and Nangong Chiyu asked the Imperial Advisor again and again.
"Imperial Preceptor, can my blood be used as a medicinal ingredient?"
Imperial Advisor: "Almost there, almost there..."
It was always the same sentence. Nangong Chiyu was really afraid that even if he used up all of Ye Beihan's blood, his poisonous blood still wouldn't be enough.
Outside the gate of the Chen residence's front courtyard, Zhao Ruyun, Yan Chuan, and Yi Huan stood guard. All three had swollen eyes from crying, but they dared not go in to disturb them.
Su Luo wanted to slap herself twice, and she did, but she was trapped in the space, just a wisp of soul.
He can't even hurt himself when he hits himself, and he can't cry. He can only yell to vent his emotions.
In just one year, Nangong Chiyu's hair turned gray, and toxins had formed in his body.
He took Su Luo's hand and carefully wiped her palm.
"Luo Luo, the Imperial Advisor said that the poison in my body has been completed, and you will not die."
I've been too afraid to tell you before that I'm no longer leading troops. The Akabane Army has been handed over to Ike Ichi, and from now on, I'll have a very, very long time to spend with you.
"There's another piece of good news: under Master Sun's strict discipline, Yan Chuan will be taking the imperial examination for the title of Xiucai next year."
I told him that even if he didn't take the imperial examination route, he would still be the heir of the Prince Yu's mansion and would inherit my title in the future.
But how could our son accept this? He said he wanted to prove to the world that he could get everything he wanted through his own abilities.
Nangong Chiyu muttered to Su Luo, "The Imperial Advisor said that if I talk to Su Luo every day, she will hear me and wake up sooner."
Su Luo was inside the space; she knew everything, but she couldn't do anything about it.
Three more years passed, and every three days Nangong Chiyu would bleed to use as a medicinal ingredient for Su Luo to refine pills.
Yan Chuan and Yi Huan are already twelve years old. Yan Chuan has become the youngest scholar in Nanning, while Yi Huan, at a young age, has mastered the family business and account records.
Su Luo wasn't idle either. Every day she was trying to find a way to break through this space. In the past, the space was her source of confidence, but now it had become her cage.
There is a time difference in the space. Three years have passed outside, but inside her, time is three times longer.
However, the only thing she could be thankful for was that she could still see Nangong Chiyu, hear him speak, and see Yanchuan and Yihuan, so that time didn't feel too long.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but Su Luo still couldn't leave the space. However, after being there for a while, she was able to use her mind to pick up some light objects in the space to look at them.
For example, books. Fortunately, she left many books here before, and now they have become the only things that can relieve boredom in the quiet of the night.
Time flies, spring brings fragrant flowers, summer brings the songs of cicadas, autumn paints the ground yellow, and winter brings snow flying in the sky.
Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye. Nangong Chiyu has become a regular visitor to the Buddhist temple. He built the Fulu Temple in Yong'an County single-handedly.
Every day, people inside chant sutras and pray for Su Luo, and he has endless Buddhist scriptures to copy.
The Imperial Advisor would come back to see Su Luo once a year, and this time he brought a lot of books on astronomy and geography for Nangong Chiyu to read.
There were Taoist, Buddhist, and divination metaphysics, all of which became Nangong Chiyu's foundation.
He constantly sought redemption from these mysterious things, and a way to wake Su Luo up.
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