good night warlord

Gu Qingyi was startled, and stood up, Aunt Zhou's face was also flustered, Li Shengjing turned around, and followed Gu Qingyi out of the convalescent room.

Gu Qingyi only walked to the corridor when she saw the people below were forming a group, surrounded by Lin Xi who was lying face up on the ground, and Grandpa Ji and his wife were feeling her pulse.

Big mouthfuls of blood gushed out from Lin Xi's mouth, then eyes, nostrils, ears...

Gu Qingyi couldn't help but think of Li Qiao's death situation back then, which was exactly the same as Lin Xi now.

"Call the ambulance quickly, she is poisoned, very poisonous."

Ji Lao ordered.

The servants of the Zhan family were a little panicked, but Uncle Fu was still calm, and immediately arranged:
"You carry Miss Lin into the car, and when the ambulance is too late, we will take you to the hospital directly."

When Gu Qingyi went down to the first floor, Lin Xi had already been carried out of the hall by the people arranged by Uncle Fu, and blood was shed all over the place along the way, which was very glaring.

Li Shengjing stood there, looking at Lin Xi who was being carried away and bleeding.

Aunt Zhou was frightened by this scene, Nuonuo said:
"Young Mistress, Miss Lin became like this. Could it be because of the porridge?"

Gu Qingyi's expression was serious: "Aunt Zhou, go and get that porridge, and send it to the hospital for testing."

Aunt Zhou didn't react until she heard the order, she answered yes repeatedly, turned around and went upstairs.

Gu Qingyi lowered her eyes, saw Sheng Jing's complexion was a little pale, and walked over:
"Sheng Jing, what's wrong with you?"

Only then did Li Shengjing raise his head, with some sadness in his quiet eyes:
"Auntie, if she died because of that porridge, did I force her to death? I...I didn't mean to..."

Gu Qingyi knew what he wanted to say, Sheng Jing was only ten years old, no matter how precocious she was, she was still just a child.

She raised her hand and touched the boy's head:
"Sheng Jing, if there is really a problem with that bowl of porridge, then Lin Xi knows about it.

She could have chosen to admit to turning herself in, but she didn't, so, it's not your fault, you know. "

Li Shengjing's pale face eased after listening to her analysis and comfort.

Gu Qing thought he thought about it, and said:
"If there is really something wrong with the bowl of porridge, Auntie should thank you. If you hadn't insisted on letting Linxi taste it first, maybe Auntie would have been sent to the hospital."

A flash of light flashed across Lu Qingyi's eyes, and the successive assassinations almost put her in a state of vigilance, but tonight, because she knew that her father was about to wake up, she really liked the food that Lin Xi sent. No defense at all.

If Sheng Jing hadn't happened to see it, it would be hard to predict what would happen tonight.

Who the hell is that who hates himself for not dying?

There is no answer to this question, but the test results of that bowl of porridge came out soon, and it was the same poison as Li Qiao, but the amount of poison in Lin Xi was many times more than that in Li Qiao.

When Yan came back during the war, Aunt Zhou was arranging for someone to replace the dirty carpet in the house.

Gu Qingyi had informed him of what happened at home before, so Yan came back from the hospital during the war:
"Shi Yan, how is Lin Xi doing now?"

When Yan entered the door during the war, he was gloomy and terrifying, but when facing her, he habitually restrained himself:
"It's still being rescued."

"What did the doctor say? Can it be rescued?"

It's not that Gu Qingyi white lotus, but if Lin Xi is dead, there is no way to interrogate who ordered her to poison.

During the war, Yan touched her little face and said in a deep voice:

"The doctor said that even if one life was saved, Lin Xi's brain was damaged and could not be recovered."

This is also the reason why Yan came back during the war without waiting for the rescue result, because the result is the same whether waiting or not waiting.

Gu Qingyi knew that he was under a lot of pressure. He originally thought that the capital city was dangerous, so he returned to Hancheng without stopping. How could he know that he was poisoned on the first night of his return.

The opponent's tricks are endless, and the tricks are more subtle and vicious every time, so how can he not be in a hurry.

The girl put her arms around his waist, buried her small head in his gentle and hard chest, and said softly:

"Yan during the war, although many things have happened in the past two days, we have all avoided it. Tell me, is the child in my stomach a lucky star?"

When Yan heard her mentioning the child during the war, warmth rose in his gloomy eyes, and he lowered his head and kissed her forehead:

"Well, yes, our children are lucky stars, so they can turn bad luck into good luck."

"Ji Lao took my father's pulse tonight and said that father will wake up soon. This is good news."

"Ah."

"So things are not that bad. We just encounter a little bit of difficulty now. The more impatient the other party is, the more we can't mess up."

"Ah."

The two talked softly, enjoying the rare warm time in the past two days.

Ji Lao said that Gu Haichuan would wake up in one or two days, but he didn't say the specific time.

Gu Qingyi waited in the convalescent room. During the war, Yan knew that she was anxious, so he didn't object. Instead, he stayed by her bed, sat and rested all night.

The next day, during the war, Yan was going to investigate the affairs of the people behind the scenes. Gu Qingyi's food and clothing expenses were handled by Aunt Zhou Fubo, and no one else could possibly get involved in it.

The Zhan Family is also in a tense atmosphere, and the more this is the case, the more tormented the waiting will be.

Feeling that the time is stretching wirelessly, Gu Qingyi prayed over and over again in her heart that she could see her father open his eyes in the next second.

Unfortunately not.

The morning light illuminated the window sill again, Gu Qingyi followed the light and looked at her father's bed, her father's face was still so peaceful, as if he was asleep.

During the war, Yan did not leave, but helped Gu Xingxing to sit up. Seeing the loss in his wife's eyes, the man comforted him:

"Maybe my father-in-law will wake up when we come back from the cemetery."

Gu Qingyi knew that when Ji Lao said that her father would wake up, he would definitely wake up, but the hope in her heart was too urgent.

Pulling her lips, Gu Qingyi got off the bed, put on her shoes and walked to her father's side, holding his father's palm:

"Father, Shi Yan and I are going to see my mother, please wait for me to come back."

The finger held in the palm of the hand moved slightly again, Gu Qingyi squeezed it back forcefully, and then said:

"Dad, I know you are trying to wake up. It's okay. I will accompany you to see your mother when you wake up."

At eight o'clock, Gu Qingyi changed her clothes, Aunt Zhou had already prepared a large bouquet of flowers, Gu Qingyi held them in her hand, and got into the car.

The family's car has been carefully inspected, and it has been confirmed that there are no trackers or dangerous objects. During the war, Yan drove by himself, and Gu Qingyi sat in the co-pilot.

For the past three years, although Gu Qingyi went to worship every year before recovering her memory, she was reluctantly dragged there by her father.

Maybe her brain automatically chose to ignore that painful memory, causing her to deliberately forget about Yan Hou during the war, and even blurred her memory of her mother.

Feeling very guilty, Gu Qingyi hugged the flowers in her arms tightly.

But a light flashed in her mind, her head hurt a little, and she shook her head.

"What's the matter, Yibaoer?"