In the evening, the red light of the remnant sun stained the sky a blood-red color.

Green smoke curls in the small courtyard, and the incense burner on the table is exuding the fragrance of medicine.

Cold, so cold. The coldness in all directions eroded her. Lin Xiaoyou curled up on the bed in a daze, bent his legs, hugged his shoulders, and tightly curled himself into a ball, his body trembling uneasily. The originally delicate and clear face frowned, and the face was pale and almost transparent.

In the drowsiness, I didn't know where I was, but I felt the figures in the room flickering, and from time to time there were low sobs and all kinds of cautious voices in my ears. What "frail" "strict zhòng" and the like. Intermittently, she didn't really hear it, Lin Xiaoyou wanted to wake up from the cold, but she couldn't open her heavy eyelids.

"Let's all go down, this king wants to be quiet for a while." Waiting for the imperial doctors to diagnose and treat almost the doctor, Xiahou Yichen broke the solemn deadlock, waved his hand and retreated from all the people in the room, his beautiful face dyed a little tired.

got up a few steps and walked to the side of the bed, looking at Lin Xiaoyu who was motionless on the bed, her gray face was not as vibrant as before, and her long and thick eyelashes covered her clear and white eyes. She slept peacefully, as if she were a fairy who could fly away at any moment.

Thinking about the diagnosis of the imperial doctor just now, Xiahou Yichen felt inexplicable irritability and anxiety in his heart for no reason. She is just a small and inconspicuous concubine in the Lin Mansion, who is it, who is so cruel to kill her, torture her so much.

With a slight sigh, he lifted the quilt and lay on Lin Xiaoyu's side, and then pulled her cold and stiff body over and hugged her in his arms. It was obviously a hot summer, Lin Xiaoyou was lying in a thick quilt, but his body did not see the temperature, and it was chilling. Forget it, he should just hold an ice cube to cool off.

I don't know how long it took for Lin Xiaoyou to quiet down from the noise. Then a pair of big hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her shivering into a familiar warm embrace. Suddenly, a wave of warmth flowed through the body. Lin Xiaoyou shrank and leaned towards Xiahou Yichen as much as possible, embedding himself in his arms to find warmth to ward off the cold.

The morning light is dewed, the breeze blows the door, and this hug is hugged until dawn.

"Ahem, ahem..." With a dull panic in his chest, Lin Xiaoyou coughed lightly. Half-opened his eyes in a daze, and suddenly faced a magnified handsome face.

He lay on his side uninhibitedly, his arms tightly around her, the two of them lay face to face, and the green silk was casually intertwined and scattered between the pillows, light and silky. The lazy face, the evil and the noble, the charming eyes were looking at her in surprise.

Lin Xiaoyou looked at it in a daze, and a long-lost figure appeared in his mind.

White-clothed and snowy, dusty and elegant, sometimes quiet and quiet, gentle and joking, sometimes cold and arrogant, with heavy eyebrows. Not smiling seductively, smiling intoxicating, the kind of indifferent demeanor that exudes from the bones, like the snow lotus blooming at the top of the lonely cliff of the snow-capped mountain, people can only watch from a distance and cannot be blasphemed.

For many years, she followed the figure like a little tail. He practiced, she practiced reading next to him, he took two steps, and she followed him. He practiced swords in the morning and evening, and she followed non-stop morning and evening, serving tea, wiping sweat, and then watching the sunset and sunrise together.

I still remember the young man who danced the sword in the green bamboo at that time, the person moved with his heart, the sword danced with the person, and his clever and active posture was like a dragon shuttling through the forest. One move and one style, the sword aura is awe-inspiring, the sword passes through the leaves, and countless bamboo leaves are sprinkled and fluttering in the wind. Dressed in white and green leaves, chic and elegantly entwined, she really hoped that time could stay here and remain eternal.

Finally, he went down the mountain, and those peaceful and beautiful days came to an end. She began to change, becoming eccentric, mischievous, and messing around all day long just for him to come back and clean up the mess for her.

The days on the mountain were the most innocent and carefree times of her life, and all the good memories were deeply rooted in her heart. When things are people, many, many years later, every time I dream back to the days at that time, Lin Xiaoyou wakes up crying with tears in her clothes. If time can be turned back, if she is a little willful and resolutely does not return to the Lin family, one qiē may be another ending.

Lin Xiaoyou looked at the face in front of him stupidly, his heart was full of melancholy, his eyes were sour and moist, and the tears in his eyes stubbornly refused to slip down. Just suddenly, he stretched out his hand to hug Xiahou Yichen, and a hoarse and trembling voice whispered in his ear: "Senior brother." ”

The smile on the corner of Xiahou Yichen's mouth suddenly froze, it turned out that she thought she was Lin Xiaoyu, it turned out that the person in her heart was Lin Xiaoyu, and it turned out to be Lin Xiaoyu.

At this moment, Lin Xiaoyou was curled up in his arms, his thin and thin body, petite and fragile. Xiahou Yichen couldn't help but feel a trace of loss in his heart, bitter.

Why is she in front of him, like a little beast with teeth and claws, stubborn and never willing to bow her head to show weakness, but in front of Lin Xiaoyu, she can truly show her fragile side, could it be that when she had a cold attack before, Lin Xiaoyu also drove her away the cold like this?

This damn woman saved him in Miling Mountain, looked at his body, and then kissed him in her arms, and she was still hugging him and kissing him underwater before. A qiē, not only did she not have the consciousness to take the initiative to be responsible, but she also dared to think about other men in her heart.

Xiahou Yichen thought, and there was a nameless fire in his heart. pulled Lin Xiaoyou up, clamped her chin, clasped her face and roared in a low voice: "Lin Xiaoyou, you show this king clearly, who is this king?" Complicated expressions, flickering eyes, because Lin Xiaoyu woke up, there was joy and surprise. At this time, he still has the evil laziness that seduced the soul just now, but with a domineering madness.

Even he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had released his feelings at will like this. Since the departure of his mother, he has learned to be calm and forbearing, no matter what kind of joy or anger he feels in his heart, he will never clearly hang it on his face. He always thought that he was not even afraid of life and death, who else could break the frozen calm in his heart. But now he understands that it's not that it's no one, it's just that he hasn't met it before.

Lin Xiaoyou's dazed and overwhelmed eyes slowly regained a trace of clarity because of this roar.

Xiahou Yichen? She shook her head in a headache, feeling the fragmentary memories in her mind flashing vaguely, and she didn't remember very clearly. I thought I saw my senior brother just now, but it turned out that I mistook Xiahou Yichen for Lin Xiaoyu. But how could he be on her bed, looking at the face that was about to go crazy at close range, Lin Xiaoyou was stunned, and suddenly his soul was shocked, and he didn't know where he got the strength, so he suddenly pushed him away and sat up.

"Finally recognize who the person in front of you is. Why, seeing that this king is not him, I am very disappointed, isn't it? Xiahou Yichen's phoenix eyes were on fire, and he said sarcastically in an unkind tone.

Lin Xiaoyou opened his mouth and anxiously wanted to explain, "Xia..."

"Stupid, what's wrong with you?" Xiahou Yichen's anger suddenly subsided, and he hurriedly pulled her over, and his hands were against her back to convey internal force.

Damn, he forgot about it in a hurry, Lin Xiaoyou still has internal injuries in his body, and he can't be stimulated.

"Am I going to die?" Lin Xiaoyou said weakly, his heart was cold and stuffy, and he was a little out of breath.

"You dare?" Xiahou Yichen's heart tightened, and his determined tone did not hesitate at all.

"Hehe" Lin Xiaoyou tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Xiahou Yichen, if I die, can you promise me one thing?" Help me find an honest and reliable ordinary family for Sister Lan, so that she can spend the rest of her life in peace. Don't seek to be rich and expensive, just to have no worries about food and clothing, and live a peaceful life, without intrigue. The hoarse voice grew deeper and deeper, and by the end it was almost inaudible.

Right now, what she can't worry about the most is Sister Lan. My mother is gone, and she is gone, so what does Sister Nalan have to rely on. She spent the best part of her life with her mother, she had no desires and no desires, at least there should be a happy ending.

"Fool, do you know how they spread the word about this king? Smiling King Rasha. If you dare to die against the will of this king. This king will definitely send them all down to you for burial, not only one Lan Yu, but also the two people you care about the most. If you don't believe me, you can try. Xiahou Yichen took the effort and leaned Lin Xiaoyou into his arms, frowning, threatening faintly.

Lin Xiaoyou leaned quietly in his arms, his eyes closed tightly and he didn't react to his threat. Xiahou Yichen probed her snort in a little panic, it was very weak, and it was frightening. couldn't help but shout angrily towards the door: "Come on, come on, Doctor Xuan." ”

It was fine just now, but I fell into a coma when I was in a coma. It seemed that he was happy too early, thinking that she was awake and should be fine as long as she took care of herself, but the facts in front of him reminded him that it was not like that. Her life was saved by him, and if she died lightly, then his efforts would not be in vain. No, no, he would never allow that to happen.

Dong Fan and Nan Ze hurriedly broke through the door, and couldn't help but be stunned when they saw Xiahou Yichen's frightened expression and Lin Xiaoyou, who was vomiting blood in his arms. The two glanced at each other quickly, and Dongfan replied: "Master, the princess is fine, she has already gone to ask for a doctor." ”

Soon, Duoduo stumbled over with Imperial Doctor Li. "Lord Wang, the imperial doctor is here."

"No need to be polite, you hurry up and show the princess, how is it?" Xiahou Yichen helped Lin Xiaoyu to lie on the bed lightly, got up and vacated his place.

"Yes," Imperial Physician Li replied respectfully, and stepped forward a few steps to check Lin Xiaoyu's pulse. From time to time, he frowned, getting tighter and tighter, pursed his lips, and his expression was particularly heavy.

The small room was dead silent and filled with desolation. Everyone waited worriedly, and no one dared to come forward to disturb.

"Hey." After a long time, Imperial Physician Li sighed, and said slowly in a peaceful tone: "Lord Wang, please forgive the old minister for his courage, and please go back to Dragon Cinema as much as possible." The princess was cold, lost too much blood, had a weak pulse, and suffered internal injuries, if she was not treated in time, she would be in danger of life. In this disaster relief, all the medicines were basically exhausted, and the princess was seriously ill, and the medicines needed were not ordinary medicines that could be cured. A qiē also asked the prince to decide. ”

"It's a long way back, can the princess's body withstand the bumps along the way?" Nan Ze looked at his master's face and couldn't help but ask worriedly.

"Don't worry, the old minister will keep an eye on the princess's body at any time on the road, and at the same time use medicine and acupuncture to open up the meridians for her to suppress the condition. It's just that the way back can only take the wide and flat official road, and you can't take the shortcut and take the trail in a hurry. ”

Xiahou Yichen nodded, "Okay, Dongfan, tell me to go down, everyone get ready, and return to the city tomorrow." The rest of the people should stand down and let the princess rest. ”

"Yes." The people were ordered to retreat.

"Princess, wake up, don't scare me." Duoduo knelt in front of the bed choked, took Lin Xiaoyu's hand, and sobbed in a low voice, her red and swollen bloodshot eyes full of worry.

"You stay and take care of the princess, if she has any strengths and weaknesses, you will die together." Xiahou Yichen looked at the sobbing Duoduo beside the bed, said thrilling words in a flat tone, dropped the words and strode away.

"The slave will definitely take care of the princess." Duoduo lowered her head and replied carefully, her humble tone with a hint of fear.

At noon, on the crowded street, Gao Huatian was chained to the torture pillar and exposed to the scorching sun. The flesh of his left eye was blurry and swollen, the blood on his face had dried and blackened, and his feet had been cut off from the knee down, and the bones of Bai Sensen could be clearly seen inside. There are two large cauldrons next to it, one containing one steaming chili brine and one ice water that has not yet completely melted.

From the time he was escorted here, the crowd on the street was surging, and many people gathered to talk and watch the excitement. Beiming and the guards maintained the order, but no one dared to make a mistake.

"The prince has arrived." Suddenly, a loud voice came from outside the crowd.

Everyone followed the prestige, and the noisy discussion just now suddenly stopped, what kind of identity is the prince, and how can they offend, they all retreated to both sides and took the initiative to give way to a road.

I saw a long and eye-catching figure behind the crowd, and Xiahou Yichen led the guards to come slowly in the eyes of everyone's amazement and admiration. His expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, showing off his evil charm, his eyes swept over everyone, like a demon god, making people shudder involuntarily and shudder. That powerful aura, dazzling and overwhelming, everyone didn't dare to come out, their eyes stayed on him, and they moved a point with every step he took.

Xiahou Yichen is noble, handsome and extraordinary, and a random stop is a dazzling scenery. Speaking of which, it was not the first time that many of the people present had seen him, but every time they saw him, they were dazzled.

"Master." Bei Ming stepped forward and shouted respectfully.

"Is he dead?" Bowing slightly, Xiahou Yichen's lazy voice had a different kind of coldness.

Beiming turned around and glanced at Gao Huatian coldly, and quickly returned: "No." ”

Stunning cheeks, the moment he heard Beiming's answer, Xiahou Yichen's charming smile became deeper and brighter. Slowly walked to Gao Huatian's side, and poured a scoop of ice water over his head. "Gao Huatian, have you thought of your current ending?" The evil voice was calm and unremarkable, and the delicate Danfeng's eyes were full of mockery.

The icy water slid down his face, flushing away the hemostatic medicine from his eyes, coldly stimulating his pain. Gao Huatian raised his head weakly, opened his only right eye, and asked with a dull gaze, "Who is it?" Who the hell is she? ”

Xiahou Yichen had countless entourage and guards, if he was really just an ordinary person, how could he notice it so quickly and go to the rescue in person.

"Now that I remember to ask her identity, don't you think it's too late? This king's people, no matter who they are, you are not qualified to do it. Since you yourself want to send yourself to the door to find death, there is no reason why this king will not be perfected. Remember what this king said? You just keep your eyes open and take a good look at how you died. Thinking of Lin Xiaoyu who was still lying on the bed, Xiahou Yichen was furious, gave Beiming a look, threw down the water scoop, and walked away with an evil smile.

"Execution." Beiming's voice was cold and commanded expressionlessly.

"Yes." A guard responded loudly, quickly stepped forward, and first poured a scoop of ice water at Gao Huatian's injured eyes and legs, washing away the hemostatic medicine that had been given to him before. Then pour boiling hot chili brine in a hot pan over the wound.

At first, Gao Huatian was still gritting his teeth to hold on, until the hot chili salt water splashed on the wound, the hot pain of drilling his heart made him scream and fainted directly.

But it was not that simple, the guard once again poured a scoop of ice water on him and woke him up, stripped him of his clothes and gagged him, pulled out a dagger and began to cut the flesh. Falling from above, from front to back, fast and ruthless. As the silver light in his hand flew, pieces of bloody flesh fell from Gao Huatian's body. Another guard stepped forward and took a medicine bottle and sprinkled some yellow powder on his wound to stop the bleeding.

Gao Huatian's distorted face turned into a ball, and he clearly felt the bloodthirsty knife slashing across his body, he wanted to scream but couldn't, the painful and itchy taste made him almost collapse, and every time he fainted, the guards would splash him up with ice water. His trembling body was covered in blood, and the looming skeleton of bones was terrifying and disgusting.

A familiar figure appeared in the crowd, it was the man in black who had been looking for him before. Gao Huatian raised his head and glared at him hatefully, his distorted face was stunned and pulled out a desperate smile, terrifying and terrifying. From the moment he woke up, he had been wondering, why did it come to this point? Now he finally understands that his painstaking actions are just paving the way for others, and he has completely become a pawn of others, but he still doesn't know it.

If he didn't rush for quick success and use the Spirit Blood Fruit to improve his skills, if he wasn't greedy and practiced honestly, maybe Yiqiē wouldn't be what it is now.

He is a killer and has killed countless people, but after all, he is still flesh and blood. If he simply goes down with a knife, he will be liberated, but it is inhuman torture, so he can't survive and die. In the past, he was not afraid of death, but now, he is really afraid.

Xiahou Yichen is still the smiling King of Rasha before, how can he forget? He shouldn't, he shouldn't have killed himself.

The bloody scene had already made the onlookers change color in shock, trembling lips and trembling legs, some of them were nausea and vomiting directly on the spot, and the timid even fainted directly, and the panicked scene was very spectacular.

Compared to their reactions, a group of guards such as Xiahou Yichen and Beiming were exceptionally calm and calm. Xiahou Yichen stood quietly aside, his obsidian-like eyes looked at it seriously, and a thrilling smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, which was a natural demon.

After the last knife, Gao Huatian's body was basically only a bloody skeleton of bones, and he could even count a few ribs on his chest. The guard's knife skills were very good, and the bleeding was stopped in time, so even so, he still had a breath of air and was alive with no breath.

The guard tore off the strip of cloth from his mouth, wiped the blood from the dagger, put the knife away, and without mercy, he picked up another scoop of hot chili brine and continued to pour it at him.

"Ahh Gao Huatian's heart-rending screams pierced the eardrums of the crowd sharply, and finally dropped his last breath.

"Master, he's dead."

Xiahou Yichen nodded, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were a little evil, and his smiling eyes were so cold that he was not happy because of Gao Huatian's death.

What if he died, Lin Xiaoyou is still unconscious because he lost half his life. Even if he died a hundred times or a thousand times, he couldn't make up for Lin Xiaoyu's crimes.

"Did you see it clearly today? The king and the princess traveled thousands of miles to help the disaster, but some people secretly harmed the princess. In the future, if there are still people among you who want to find death, Gao Huatian will be your fate. Xiahou Yichen looked around, and his light flashed, changing his idle and lazy state just now, word by word, sonorous and powerful, and his cold voice resounded in the sky.

harming the prince and princess, even if you borrow ten of their guts, it's not enough. On the spacious street, there was a plop, only to see the crowd of black pressure, all kneeling on the ground, their heads pressed against the ground, and their bodies trembling with fear.