"Lord Wang, didn't you see it, the blood dripped from the table to the ground, her face was snow-white, but she was motionless, I was scared stupid at the time, but she was still laughing, do you say she is not crazy, how can a normal person hurt herself with a knife, is she still afraid that her wound is not deep enough? Oh, my God! I'm scared to think about it, she's such a lunatic! ”

Liu Jinjin recalled again, her chest was still rising and falling, she was really afraid, she had never seen such a ruthless woman.

Nan Zhulang, who was sitting in the chair, was also stunned when she heard Yanagi Jinjin's last words, was she still afraid that her wound was not deep enough?

Could it be that she deliberately injured herself because she gave herself enough hemostatic medicine?

If this is the case, a woman can have such courage, it really impresses him, and he has to reevaluate this woman named Xi Muling!

Nan Zhu Lang forcibly suppressed the churning in her heart, and kept telling herself that she was just a duty, a duty!

Despite this, there was still that cold shadow in front of Nan Zhulang! The special woman who obviously looks strange, but seems to have always had a soft spot for him.

Nan Zhulang shook his head, forcing himself not to think nonsense!

Regardless of whether her preference is true or has ulterior motives, cut her by her side, just a female streamer, he really doesn't believe that she can turn this day over!

Late at night, Xi Muling tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep, and she let Shi Fei take away all the few wound medicines.

And his wound is hot and painful at this time, this kind of fearless spirit of forgetting even admires himself, the wound on his body can be suppressed with internal force, but the pain in his heart can not be erased!

Lying on the bed, his hands clutched his chest violently, his body arched into a shrimp shape, he looked like he was arrogant in the past, and some were just indescribable sadness!

The pain was extreme, Xi Muling didn't laugh painfully, but the smile was full of bitterness, the blood had long been soaked in the gauze on the wound, the head hurt so badly, the lips were chapped and oozing blood, and the heart was like a fire, the burning pain was suffocating, this should be a sign of fever!

In the moment before he fell unconscious, Xi Muling was still thinking: He will never see how scary my pale face must be under the tolerance of the night!

Because I'm only so vulnerable when he's gone!

Such an injury, such a pain, will he remember me a little bit?

Feng Shui takes turns, the sky can be seen, she Xi Muling never thought that one day she would get herself into such an embarrassing situation for a man.

On the other side, Nanzhao Lijun was not asleep because of his good foundation, although the injury medicine was insufficient, he was also not asleep, he was thinking about how to resign to the emperor tomorrow, and how to get in touch with Die Che after returning to the palace, but he forgot Xi Muling, who was suffering from illness.

The next day, the sun was shining, the wind was beautiful, and the resignation with the emperor was also very smooth, and the king of the origin only said a few polite words without much hindrance, and everything went on in an orderly manner.

Shi Fei looked at Nan Zhulang, wanted to speak several times, hesitated uneasily for a while, and finally couldn't help but speak:

"Lord Wang, just now a maid came to report, saying that Miss Mu Ling had a high fever last night, and now... Still in a coma......"

"What? High fever that doesn't go away? Unconscious? ”

"Shi Fei, you are so bold, you didn't even know about it, you'd better pray now that she's okay, otherwise hum!"

Nan Zhulang's cold voice startled Shi Fei, he just didn't want to cause more trouble before returning home, who knew that the Dao would be so serious!

Shi Fei thought of Xi Muling's bloody arm yesterday, the injury was indeed a bit strange, how could the porcelain abrasion have such a deep wound, could it be said...

Did she do it on purpose? Shi Fei didn't dare to think about it, and hurriedly caught up with the footsteps of the prince.

When they saw Xi Muling again, most of the snow-white middle clothes had been stained red with blood, and their faces were already like ashes, and the room had obviously been cleaned up by the maids, but the smell of blood in the air still made Nan Zhulang frown, "What's the matter?" ”

Nan Zhu Lang was cold at the moment, and his whole body seemed to exude an aura that no one should approach, "I have seen the prince of Nanzhao, and the symptoms of the talented person are suspected of rare sepsis, and the lowly is not talented, so I can't save it!" ”

The Imperial Doctor is no longer the same as yesterday, "Oh? What is sepsis? ”

"Back to the king of Nanzhao, sepsis was only seen once a few years ago, only to know that the skin of the person suffering from this syndrome is thin and brittle, as soon as there is a wound, the blood will not stop, the physique is stronger, at most it is anemia, the physique is weaker, it will be life-threatening in the long run, the reason why the talented person is unconscious is on the one hand because of excessive blood loss, on the other hand, it is caused by depression, so the most important thing for the talented person to completely cure is to recover by himself..."

Speaking of the most reluctant, the imperial doctor's voice was inaudible even to himself, "Then you mean that this king will take people away like this, right?" ”

Nan Zhu Lang finally turned his gaze to the healer.

"Yes, yes, yes... No! ”

The head of the imperial doctor is big, Nan Zhu Lang is notoriously arrogant, he never considers the occasion when he wants to do something, or it is not appropriate, under the pressure of such a freewheeling prince, he can't even say a word after a long time of officialdom, just afraid that he will be unhappy for a while, and he will return to the west of the sky, the imperial doctor was speechless, and stood in place stupidly for a while, not daring to move a step, under the persecuted gaze of Nan Zhulang, the imperial doctor knelt on the ground with a puff, and kowtowed desperately to beg for mercy,