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There was a firewood house in the corner of the yard, and he went into the firewood room, took a scarecrow out, and placed it on the trunk of a tree.

Then, with a swing of the knife in his hand, he stabbed the scarecrow in different directions.

Each knife stabbed at the scarecrow's vital point.

The head, the eyes, the throat, the neck, the heart, the stalls, the knees, no matter which angle he stabbed out, they all pierced extremely accurately and fiercely.

No stars, no moons, no lights.

The wind is cold, the fog is heavy, and the night is cold.

The courtyard was so dark that ordinary people must not be able to see clearly, but his eyes seemed to be able to see through the darkness and move freely.

He is like a little beast foraging for food at night, and the darkness is not his enemy, but his friend.

Knife after knife, he didn't know how many stabs.

It wasn't until the scarecrow turned into pieces that he stopped and put away his knife.

Then he cleaned the yard, took a shower in cold water, returned to his room, and read a book.

Every time he finished reading a book, he burned it.

No one else needs to know what books he has read and how many books he has read.

The books he has read, the things that should be remembered have been memorized, and the things that should have been known have been known, and there is no need to keep these books.

By this time, it was already dawn, and the shadows were ready to be brought into the room.

He saw the shadow, and a flash of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, just ate silently, and ate not a drop left.

When he had finished eating, he silently walked out of the house, out of the grove, and hid in the grass.

The shadow watched him from afar, and her duty was to protect him and take care of him, not to teach him and manage him.

He hadn't been in any trouble, and she didn't see the need to stop him.

In front of the grass, the concubines and subordinates who came and went talked about the prince's affairs.

He listened silently and remembered it silently.

No one noticed him like a little bug.

In the afternoon, good news came from the Floating Cloud Pavilion: with the efforts of the two imperial doctors, the hunting king finally woke up and ate two bowls of porridge.

The concubines were pleasantly surprised, and everyone cried and shouted to see the prince.

Mrs. Lan wanted to drive them away, but King Hunt said in a low voice, "Let them in, just don't make noise." ”

Mrs. Lan had no choice but to let the women in.

The concubines hadn't seen the king for a long time, and some of them hadn't even seen the king yet, but this time they saw the king, and they were like wives who had been alone for many years and saw their military husbands who had been disarmed and returned to the fields.

At the first sight of the Hunting King, they were as amazing as everyone else, and felt that the man in front of them was too beautiful, so beautiful that he was not like ordinary people.

But after the second glance, they were frightened: Lord Wang, isn't this, isn't this going to die?

Although everyone said that the prince would be fine, the appearance of the prince was obviously that he would die at any time, right?

If you can still be rescued from this disease, it is definitely a resurrection, and it is even more abnormal......

When the king saw them come in, he just nodded at them with difficulty, showed a faint smile, and said nothing.

His smile was beautiful, but it was like the comfort of the dead to the living before they died.

His pale and gray face is also beautiful, but it is also the beauty of death.

The concubines looked at him blankly, speechless for a long time.

Such a beautiful person, but so soon to die?

And they are destined to become widows......

King Hunter didn't do anything, just lay down like this, but soon looked tired, closed his eyes, and his voice was as light as autumn leaves: "I'm tired, you guys go back first......"

What is the difference between him and a dead man with his eyes closed and not speaking?

The concubines walked out one by one with their heads bowed, their hearts heavy and their faces sad.

They didn't come to hell to be widows, not to live this life of being locked up in high walls, without men and children.

Mrs. Lan saw their thoughts, and at the same time she was angry and hateful, she also felt a little sad in her heart: she finally looked forward to the return of the prince, but the prince only had two or three months to live!

Yes, the prince will definitely not live for three months, this is what she overheard the two imperial doctors say in private.

Even if she didn't hear the conversation of the imperial doctor, she felt that the prince would not live long, because, when the prince was asleep, there was almost no breathing and pulse, and looking at the prince's face, anyone could see that the poison had penetrated deep into the bone marrow, how could it be saved?

After the prince is gone, what should she do?

Thinking of this, she was really sad.

Lady Purple thought the same thing.

In the evening, she took the red bean soup and thoughtfully fed it to the prince, thinking that it would be good if she could leave a son and a half daughter for the prince.

In this way, after the prince is gone, she will at least be accompanied by her children, and the Yin family can continue the incense.

However, the prince is sick like this, can he do it?

She stared at the prince's face that looked like a dead man, but it was too beautiful, and she had the urge to forcibly overwhelm him.

As long as she can conceive a child, even if the prince dies immediately, it is worth it, right?

After all, the future is great.

King Hunter didn't seem to know what she was thinking, and after drinking the red bean soup, he coughed a few times and said slowly: "Starting tomorrow, let Hua Jing'er wait for me." She comes from a private background, is hard-working, and has been taking care of patients for many years, so she is more experienced. ”

Before the change, Mrs. Lan and Madame Zi would never give up the opportunity to wait for the prince to others, but taking care of the immobile and terminally ill prince was another matter.

The prince can't take care of himself, has a habit of cleanliness, and is extremely disgusted with strangers, so it is not easy to take care of him.

They had no objection to the prince's orders, and immediately sent someone to inform Feng Jinghua that she would move into the Floating Cloud Pavilion tomorrow and serve the prince wholeheartedly.

After Feng Jinghua received the order, he immediately packed up his things.

Then she came to the hut in the grove and made a delicious dinner for Qiu Guhan, and ate with Qiu Guhan.

Because she is too busy, and Qiu Guhan is already able to do things on her own, she rarely cooks for him now, and rarely eats with him.

Qiu Guhan still didn't speak, just ate silently and slowly.

Feng Jinghua waited for him to finish eating, and then said: "The prince has come back, but he is very sick, starting tomorrow, I will move into the Floating Cloud Pavilion to take care of the prince, and I may not be able to come over in the short term." You have to listen to Sister Ying and don't cause trouble, you know? ”

Qiu Guhan lowered his head, slowly wiped the corners of his mouth with a towel, and said "um" obediently.

Feng Jinghua smiled, stood up, and reached out to touch his head: "If you feel bored, read more books and learn more." ”

Qiu Guhan still obediently said "um".

Feng Jinghua was very satisfied with his well-behaved and sensible: "Then sister will go back first, you rest early and take care of your body." ”

Qiu Guhan was still obedient: "Well, my sister also takes care of her body." ”

Feng Jinghua got up and left.

It was only then that Qiu Guhan raised his head and looked at her back, his eyes becoming deeper and darker.

In the middle of the night, hell was again shrouded in darkness and dead silence.

A figure, like an agile leopard, swoops quickly in the dark.

He stopped under the big tree on the side of the Floating Cloud Pavilion, climbed, jumped, and landed steadily on the high wall, and then jumped down vertically, and landed steadily on the ground.

There was no light inside or outside the Floating Cloud Pavilion, and the darkness was boundless.

King Kamio must have loved the dark.

As it happens, he likes it too.

He silently pushed open the door of the main house, flashed in, stopped, looked around, and quickly judged the room of the king of the hunt, and pushed the door in.

The room was dark, and there wasn't even a sound of breathing.

I heard that the hunting king is terminally ill, it seems to be true?

With a flip of his wrist, a light and sharp knife was already in his hand.

He held his breath and slowed his pace as he slowly approached the bed.

If there is a person lying on the bed, it must be the king of hunting.

He stopped half a step away from the head of the bed, calmly observing his prey, silently adjusting the angle.

When he was ready, he raised the knife in his hand and stabbed him in the neck.

It's fast, it's accurate, it's ruthless.

However, when the knife was about to stab the target, his right wrist was suddenly grabbed.

The moment he was caught, he knew that the other party's strength was very strong, and he couldn't break free.

His reaction was very fast.

As soon as his left hand stretched out, his right hand was released, and the moment the knife fell, it was already held by his left hand.

He raised his left hand, ready to stab it again.

But the other hand grabbed his left hand at a faster pace.

In this way, both of his wrists were tightly grasped.

This qiē happened just two blinks of an eye.

He was secretly surprised that the other party's speed, reaction, and strength were far above him.

He struggled, but in vain.

But he still gritted his teeth, kept silent, and fought to the end.

The other party obviously felt his resistance, and also strengthened his strength.

He felt as if his wrist was entangled in a python, and the more he struggled, the more the two pythons became entangled, and he had to strangle his bones.

My wrist is really going to break...... But he still didn't say anything.

Suddenly, as soon as his wrist was released, the other party let go of his wrist.

He was affected by inertia, and the whole person took two steps back, almost falling.

"The courage of the horseman, the ignorant man." A voice without any ups and downs and feelings sounded.

Immediately afterwards, the candlelight lit up, and a finely painted and carved "mask" appeared in the candlelight.

It's like a devil born out of darkness.

It is said that the devil is ugly, but he thinks that the real devil must be the most beautiful, because the beautiful skin can deceive people's hearts the most.

He stared at this extremely beautiful but not popular face, this is the legendary Hunting King?

It looks like a dead man, but, it just looks like it.

The Hunter was staring at him, too, with gray, dull eyes identical to those of dead men he had ever seen.

"Autumn bone cold?" Kamioh asked.

"Yes." Autumn bone cold road.

He is the prince, but the king of the hunt did not show the slightest awe and surprise, and his tone was still not salty or light: "Don't take it as an example." ”

Qiu Guhan was not arrogant, but said calmly: "I'm just here to see how long you can live." ”

No one wants to work with someone who is short-lived.

King Hunter said lightly: "I must live longer than you." ”

"That's good." Qiu Guhan turned around and left, without half a word of nonsense.

Whether it's her or the hunting king, they won't tell him anything now, he stays and asks, it's just a waste of time.

The king blew out the candle and lay down slowly, silently.

This man does have a long way to live, and it won't be so easy for him to die-that-that's the conclusion that Autumn Bone Han came to tonight.

This child really had the blood of the Qiu family in his body—this was the conclusion that the Hunting King had come to tonight.