Huan all went to the side of the wine house to borrow a horse, and then went straight to Wuyi Lane, when the sky was about to be light, he did not close his eyes all night, but he did not feel sleepy, and called the bright morning dew, more sober and excited. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

If it weren't for the last resort, he wouldn't want to go to Xie Fuxuan to trade in person, but at the moment, the first dream was seriously ill, and only one breath remained, so he had to use the first dream as a threat, asking Xie Fuxuan to talk to him about the mystery.

But he didn't know, when he was rushing to Wuyi Lane, Fu Xuan was rushing towards the ice room with the passers-by.

Fu Xuan and Zhi Zhi drove their horses at a gallop, the horses' hooves fell on the bluestone path of the Dynasty like raindrops, and in June, a cloud of mist rose on the horse's head, and the guards followed closely behind, and the imperial doctor and the maidservant who were summoned behind him, the body could not withstand the toss and came in the carriage slowly. But even so, Fu Xuan still didn't think that this sweaty and bloody horse was not fast enough.

While urging the horse to raise the whip, Zhi couldn't stop blaming herself: "I'm so stupid, really, I just knew that Huan Jie hid her in a secret place, so I thought that she should be in some inaccessible place in the suburbs." I went to Penglai Wine House to talk about those plans, and I didn't think that my first dream was in the broken yard separated by my wall......"

The horse has not yet stopped, Fu Xuan and Zhi Zhi can't wait to take off the horse, the morning sun has not risen, and the place is extremely cold, but the two of them have beads of sweat on their faces and necks.

The word "first dream" roared out of the dantian, and the breath ran through Changhong, and it startled the awake birds and pigeons in the city to scatter and fly. If it weren't for Huan Jie's anxious heart to take the shortcut of the street this time, Fu Xuan and others might not have been able to find out about this place.

Fu Xuan rushed ahead, and before going out, he took the Lingxi Qingyun Sword presented on the study shelf, the sword that used to gallop with him on the battlefield and lick the blood of the soul was now used by him to cut at the weeds and vines in the door. Richer Zhi also swung her sword vigorously on the side, the two green blades sharpened iron like mud, and the thorny wild vines behind her fluttered like blowing snow, and the smaller thorns were hooked on Fu Xuan's robe, rubbing over his jade face, cutting out small wounds, but he ignored them.

The triple chain lock was also useless under Fu Xuansheng's eager attack, and the debris fell apart with a sword, and the heavy ice room door was also kicked off by Fu Xuan.

This is probably the first time that the ice chamber has received daylight since it was built.

Fu Xuan rushed into the house with the first pillar of light in the morning, and at a glance he recognized the first dream lying on the bed. The crowd has been looking for him thousands of times, and the first dream has always been self-radiant in Fu Xuan's eyes, different, and very easy to recognize.

As soon as he leaned over and picked up Chu Meng on the bed, he ran out, his arms grabbed Chu Meng's shoulders and knees, as if he didn't want to let go of it in this life.

"First Dream...... First Dream ...... I'm late...... I'm late......"

The first dream curled up like a frightened rabbit, the cicada was poignant, the thin lips of the two-petal cherry blossom stamen were frosty, and the ice muscle and jade bones absorbed the cold air of the ice room for a few days, and they only felt cold in their arms.

"First Dream...... You support the ...... You're here to stay......"

Fu Xuan stared at the pale and bloodless sick face of the first dream, muttered lamentation, his lips and teeth trembled, and his heart seemed to be stabbed with a dagger.

"Brother Fu Xuan......" Wei Zhen was overjoyed, but before the word "long" was shouted, Fu Xuan had already disappeared from the end of sight with his first dream, and then a group of guards poured into the ice room, and the ice room was surrounded by two columns.

"Someone—Miss Wei Zhen is here—come and save Miss Wei Zhen—"

Wei Zhen looked at the sunshine where Fu Xuan's back had disappeared in a daze, dumbfounded and in disbelief.

With the scream of the maidservant, everyone hurriedly gathered around, and some of the guards waved a knife to cut the chain, Wei Zhen was weak and weak, and his heart was lost, his eyes were black, and he fell down and planted in the arms of the oncoming maid.

And from beginning to end, Fu Xuan didn't even notice her.

Zhi Zhi shouted majestically in the guards: "There is someone who dares to dare to make a catastrophe at the foot of the world on the emperor's birthday, this person must be mad, the guards obey the order, one team stays in this ice room, the other team is outside to ambush, the murderer will return again, we will come to an urn to catch a turtle and capture her! The person in ambush must be quiet, not to make the murderer aware of it, but not even a black fly, now someone dares to provoke Wang Xie's family, you must not take it lightly, do you understand?"

The guard replied with a solemn look on his face. The group of guards was also solemn in their hearts, Fu Xuan only led them to rescue Chu Meng, never thought that Miss Wei Zhen, who should have been in the palace, was rescued together, but also a little frightened, in the emperor's birthday, the whole country celebrated the festival of imprisoning the sister-in-law of today's favorite concubine, how not to put Wang Xie's family in his eyes.

Fu Xuan's plain robe moved in the wind, and when Wei Zhen was helped out, Fu Xuan had already sent his first dream into the ensuing carriage and whipped away. The doctor in the car was busy doing some first aid for Chu Meng. The gauze wrapped around her head had clotted a bloody scab, purple and black scales, and a pool of yellow-brown pus, which fell down when she touched it. Fu Xuan was distressed, looking at the closed apricot eyes and almost shed tears, how smart and lovely the pair of apricot blossom star eyes used to be, with a clear spring and blue pool in the heart of the owner, which made people feel relaxed and happy, quiet and yearning, but now they do not see the rising sun today.

The summer sun unsurprisingly rises with the sun, and the hot wind gradually rises, lifting the curtains of the car like the robe that Fu Xuan is wearing. The sunlight sowed on the white and bleak face of the first dream, as if the plain silk light yarn was plated with a layer of golden brilliance, but it was still clear that the woman under the light was sick and delicate.

"Fuxuan Gongzi...... I'm afraid the situation is not good...... "Imperial Doctor Zhong stopped talking and stopped, his face was solemn, and finally said, "This girl had a wound on her head before, and at this moment, her forehead was blunt and blunt, and the new injury was implicated in the recurrence of the old injury, and if she neglected treatment, she was afraid that she would coagulate into a bruised ...... in the skull."

"What does that mean?!"

"Poop...... Is...... When to wake up...... It's hard to say...... Fuxuan Gongzi needs to be mentally prepared......"

"You said that before, and then you turned the tide and woke up in one day!

Imperial Physician Zhong was grabbed by Fu Xuan's shoulder and felt a little unbearable pain, Fu Xuan was in a hurry, so he grabbed it extra hard, Imperial Doctor Zhong felt that a handful of old body bones were almost about to pinch Fu Xuan, and he hurriedly pulled away some of his body, and replied: "Fu Xuan Gongzi...... The prayer is good, Childe said...... It's not impossible. But this time is different from the previous skin trauma, damage to the brain, is not trivial, the words need to be told the truth, this girl is now in a fugue, pupils scattered, then need to see her own will, if she still has nostalgia for the world, she will wake up soon...... Please help Xuan Gongzi to be calm and don't be impatient......"

Fu Xuan suddenly felt that there were some waves in his heart that stirred up the dizziness of the river and the sea, and the colorful sunshine in front of him seemed to be ecstasy.

If the festival is a reward, but the Qingzun will be cut off in autumn. Everything is a dream in the end, rest and rest, and tomorrow the yellow butterfly is also worried.

He unconsciously clenched his fists, but a thin column of blood slowly flowed down from his palm.

The white bead and green feather swayed, Fu Xuan was always in the sleeve, and the gold leaf carving on it was stained with the blood of the first dream, and it was deeply pierced into Fu Xuan's palm, staining his blood.

So, is it a bloody blind date?

May I save your life with my blood, okay?