is not afraid of hardships and life and death, even if he goes through hardship, he can still be seen at this time, it is enough. From the first moment he left the Donghuang Valley, Yin Suwen knew that his heart and mind were never a simple four-character proverb, but an unbearable feeling of pain hidden in the cotton. She walked through the miserable wind and rain alone, and it was not until he came that the real rain was clear.

When the flowers fall again, Yin Suwen finally waited for her brother Xinche, and the next moment she only slept peacefully in the familiar scent of sandalwood. Her knuckles were still clutching a corner of her white shirt reluctantly, but her thoughts had fallen heavily and sunk into infinite fog, and she didn't have time to see her heart clearly.

She was confined in the most sinister and dark place in the palace, and Xin Che had already had many ideas in her heart, thinking about what kind of miserable scene it would be when he met Yin Suwen again, thinking about whether such a thin and weak body would become scarred again, just thinking about it, he could clearly feel how his heart was throbbing.

Therefore, when he hesitated to step into the prison door, when he saw Yin Suwen, who was being brutally abused and bleeding from his mouth and was delirious, he leaned forward for the first time without hesitation and used his strength to hurt people. After snatching the whip, he directly twisted the jailer's head deeply into the tighter and tighter whip, until he heard the crack of the other party's bones, and then threw the person into a pile of torture instruments with a cold light, regardless of whether he had a chance to live.

All the emotions rushed up, those uneasy worries and ambiguous expectations all turned into incomprehensible heartache, and those emotions that had been forcibly restrained for a long time all found an outlet at this time. rushed out and completely fermented in a low cell. They slammed everyone under the waves with a stormy momentum, leaving only Yin Suwen safe and sound.

However, a small punishment almost cost people's lives, and Xin Che never knew that it would be so difficult to control his anger, but in the final analysis, he couldn't bear Yin Suwen to suffer. When he came close to save people, Yin Suwen had already fainted, and the blood in his mouth flowed like a note, only a pair of miserable white hands tightly grasped his clothes, and the red blood was also unscrupulously stained through the moon-white monk's robe.

Immediately stopped Yin Suwen from asking the two meridians on both sides of his neck to control bleeding, and checked the wound in horror to confirm that the bite did not hurt the fatal point, and Xin Che secretly said again. A wound on the tip of the tongue is not fatal, but the most dangerous thing is that the gushing blood can directly block the throat and suffocate the person.

He quickly sprinkled the medicinal powder on Yin Suwen's mouth to stop the bleeding, and even improved his luck to forcibly force out a little bruise stuck in her throat. However, when he came a little later, a lot of blood that had cooled down splashed into the throat and nasal cavity first. Yin Suwen was completely unconscious, but his throat let out a convulsive sound of different lengths, and each convulsion was accompanied by a choking of blood, until his face became more and more distorted, which proved that it was harder to breathe, and the medicinal powder of Xinche should have been effective. At this moment, he was choked out of most of it.

From Xinche breaking into the dungeon like a whirlwind and hurting people, to Yin Suwen being trapped in his arms, but it was in vain. It was only at this time that Aunt Cui reacted from the terrifying shock. For the first time, he hurriedly reprimanded and commanded everyone to hurry up and invite the imperial doctor to come.

She has lived in the deep palace for a long time, and she has also seen many palace people who have been wrongfully tortured to death, and they die when they are alive and dead. At this moment, seeing the two people paralyzed in a pool of blood, they had irrepressible panic and chills. is obviously a holy and glorious Buddha god, but the next moment it has become a crazy and tyrannical Shura devil, Yin Su asked that she can't die, at least she can't die when Xinche is here.

There was chaos in the cell for a while, and the jailers who were scattered with birds and beasts fled in panic, and the palace people who were very surprised hurriedly ran to find the imperial doctor. What I saw in the corner of my heart and eyes were all cold and vicious people, what queen mother, what imperial doctor, none of them could really protect Yin Su asked.

"Susu, Susu, I'm here, you open your eyes and take a look."

He called out urgently, hoping that she would be able to drain the blood from her throat on her own with her own conscious will, but unfortunately the people in her arms were quiet in the hustle and bustle, and after a few moments, even the sound of breathing with difficulty became weaker and weaker.

The next moment, Xinche's lips covered Yin Suwen's pale and cold lips without warning. He clamped Yin Suwen's jaw with one hand to force the unconscious person to maintain a smooth posture, and with the other hand, he held the back neck and injected continuous heat and true qi, and his lips were close to each other while exhaling and inhaling to help the other party breathe.

Xinche's mouth was full of fishy sweetness, and while he had to carefully cross the wound on Yin Suwen's lips and tongue, he had to forcefully pry open her heavy and tight teeth to ensure smooth throat ventilation. The unconscious man acted only on instinct, and a sharp pain soon came from the tip of his heart and tongue, so the next moment, the blood of the two was completely mixed together. The same temperature, the same pain, I have you, you have me.

This kind of rescue posture is indecent and more labor-intensive, and it is especially easy to incorrectly control and accidentally injure yourself, but Yin Suwen has to take risks when he is in danger. He forced the unconscious person to cooperate with him to try to breathe again and again, and the heat and true qi in his palm continued to enter Yin Suwen's body, and the multi-pronged approach was all to help her squeeze out the blood blocking the throat little by little.

When the imperial doctor stepped into the dungeon, there was a dead silence, and everyone looked exaggerated but silent like clay sculptures, except for the sound of intermittent and hasty breathing on the dirty ground.

The two people in the pool of blood are all bloody at the corners of their mouths, half white shirt and half red, the woman is breathing hard and is being held tightly in the arms of the man, every time the chest rises and falls, it seems to be weak but persistent, the man seems to be a monk, the blue rosary scattered in the pool of blood is also stained with blood, the two foreheads against each other, the expression is not clear, but there is a momentum that no one can approach.

Aunt Cui has been guarding a few steps away from the two of them, don't turn her face and don't speak, at this time, when she saw the imperial doctor coming, she said "You're tired", and personally explained Yin Suwen's condition.

With the palace attendants cooperating with the imperial doctor's diagnosis and treatment, he hurriedly just wanted to lift Yin Suwen to the ground, but before he could get started, he met Xinche's suddenly raised eyes, and his anger was full of deep indifference, only to see that his arm around Yin Suwen tightened again.

"Master, it's time for you to let go."

Aunt Cui tried to get closer to each other, but after seeing that look, she was equally frightened, and it was even more rare to be soft-hearted, and after thinking for a while, she finally whispered in his ear.

"No one is going to snatch her, no one is going to hurt her. Xinche, Yin Su asked if he wouldn't die, he definitely wouldn't. (To be continued.) )