Concubine Chang's Arrogant Poison Doctor Miss

Chapter 657 Murong Qian is dying soon (six more)
It took a while for Feng Xiao to recover from this reluctance and depression, and then she struggled to open the corner of her mouth and said, "Yun'er, can you please come with me?"

Ji Shuyun was taken aback and asked, "I'm going to leave the city now, does it have to be this time?"

Feng Xiao nodded, said with a wry smile: "If it's not now, I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future."

"How come, we are friends, you can come to me anytime." Ji Shuyun said with a smile.

The breeze blew up snow particles and dotted her hair, which was crystal clear, agile and ethereal, making him involuntarily reminiscent of the scene when they first met.

At that time, when he looked at her smile, how could he know that he would be infatuated with her so far?
Having said that, Ji Shuyun still said hello to Ji Feng, and agreed to meet at the wind-sending pavilion ten miles outside Dianjing City, then got off the carriage and got on the white horse that Ji Wu brought her.

"Let's go."

Ji Shuyun nodded and said, Feng Xiao couldn't help but smile, and shook the rein first.

Ji Shuyun pedaled lightly, and chased after him like an arrow from Li Xuan.

The two figures, one white and one red, quickly disappeared from everyone's sight, and there were voices of discussion among the crowd.

"It is said that Miss Ji and His Royal Highness have canceled their engagement, is it because of Lord Feng?"

"Well, it's possible, but I think Lord Feng and Miss Ji both know medical skills, so they are a match made in heaven."

"What about the third prince?"

"Third prince? Forget it, isn't he concerned about that fake counterfeit? Don't bother..."

"Right……"

……

Passing through the woods entrenched with dead branches, Feng Xiao brought Ji Shuyun to a plum grove.

Yishushu's red plums are as delicate as fire, and they are set off by the white snow even more brightly, quiet and elegant, ancient and beautiful.

The dark fragrance wafts out, refreshing, surrounded by dead trees and white snow, this red plum garden has a simple and charming posture.

"Here is it?" Ji Shuyun held the rein of the horse, turned around and asked with a smile.

"Baimeiyuan." Feng Xiao jumped off the horse and carefully held the rein for Ji Shuyun.

Ji Shuyun didn't refuse, turned over and stepped off the horse, and asked, "You didn't take me to see the plum blossom on purpose, did you?"

Feng Xiao sighed and said: "No, actually I have something to ask today."

"Oh? What's the matter? You need to be so solemn." Ji Shuyun raised his eyebrows and asked.

Feng Xiao hesitated to speak, looked at the chic villa deep in the plum garden, then at Ji Shuyun who was smiling all over his face, and finally sighed: "It's Qian..."

As soon as Ji Shuyun heard this name, his face darkened, and he said coldly: "I have nothing to say to Murong Qian."

"He's dying...can't you help him?" Feng Xiao had expected Ji Shuyun's answer a long time ago, and persuaded him, "At any rate, you have been similar for so many years..."

Squinting his eyes, Ji Shuyun didn't want to pay attention, but when he thought of that poor woman who cared about Murong Qian to the death, the corner of her mouth twitched, she turned around and walked in.

"this is the last time."

Passing through the fiery red plum blossom branches, Ji Shuyun pushed open the door of the Biezhuang, only to find that the inside of the Biezhuang was as cold as outside, but the strong smell of wine wafting from the Biezhuang made her gently He frowned.

Following this breath, she found Murong Qian who was drunk on the soft couch almost effortlessly.

He was still wearing a purple robe, a little messy and embarrassed, but with a heartbreaking beauty.

(End of this chapter)