Seeing that Lu Jinchen aimed the sword at him, Song Huaijin endured his fright and immediately slammed into the soft numb point of his arm.

The long sword fell to the ground with a "bang", and the hearts of the people who smashed it trembled.

Song Huaijin didn't finish his breath, and suddenly Lu Jinchen grabbed an arm and bit it hard.

"Shhh

Song Huaijin gasped, and suddenly bared his teeth.

In her life, she has seen too many people who want to kill her, assassination, poisoning, and coercion.

It was the first time that people wanted to be eaten alive and eaten in their stomachs.

I knew I should have given him a few more big slaps!

However, after hesitating for a long time, she still didn't let go, and while gasping for cool air, she clicked on a few acupoints on Lu Jinchen's body to prevent the spread of toxins, and pinched the back of his neck for a while:

"Flesh-eating bedskin, what a feud we have, do you hate me so much?"

I don't know which fragile nerve Lu Jinchen touched again with this sentence, his eyes lit up, and two lines of tears fell without warning, gradually adding a little bit of human emotion to those joyless and sad eyes.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Jinchen gradually loosened his mouth, his breathing calmed down, and his body seemed to be a mess of mud, and he fell to the side unconsciously.

"Dog bastard, it's a relief!" Although he scolded like this, Song Huaijin still took the person into his arms, gently patted his shoulder with his uninjured hand, and comforted him softly: "Okay, I'm here, it's okay, it's okay." ”

The door was pushed open with a "squeak", and Jiang Yu, who came in with the medicine, bumped into Song Huaijin's bloody arm at a glance, and immediately took a cool breath: "Huaijin, you..."

"Shh-" Song Huaijin immediately reminded: "Put the medicine aside, wait for him to sober up for a while before drinking, take some gold sore medicine and bandage it for me first, it hurts me to death." ”

"Good!" Jiang Yu nodded, and after a while, she broke the basin of water and took a towel to wipe her wounds.

When the cold water touched the wound that was about to scab, Song Huaijin trembled, and unconsciously gritted his teeth and hissed.

This tremor finally aroused Lu Jinchen's senses, and his mind was chaotic, as if he had just experienced a devastating ordeal and finally escaped death.

After a long moment of dazing, he gradually regained those fragmentary memories, and when he remembered what he had just done, his whole body stiffened.

The person in his arms was originally a mess of mud, so stiff slightly, Song Huaijin knew that the person was awake, and said indifferently: "Yo, woke up?" ”

Lu Jinchen's heart was so confused that he didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at her, but when he turned his eyes, he saw Song Huaijin's bleeding arm, and his face was even more ugly.

"Jiang Yu, you get out of the way, I'll come."

Jiang Yu looked down at him, making sure that the person had really recovered before letting go and giving him the towel.

Lu Jinchen staggered up, wiped her wounds with water, all the emotions in her eyes were messed up, the three souls and seven spirits were still free from the body, and the whole person was an empty shell that was forced out, how embarrassed and embarrassed it was.

Song Huaijin is used to seeing his high-spirited appearance, his scoundrel appearance, and his strategizing appearance, but this is the first time he has seen such an embarrassment.

She only knew that he was poisoned before, but she never knew that the Gu poison could erode people's minds to this point, and in addition to the cold, the distress came in wisps, like an abominable vine, tormenting her heart repeatedly.

Song Huaijin lowered his head, wanting to comfort him for a few words, but he saw the scars buried deep in his chest under his scattered clothes, and the Tao cut into the flesh, which was terrifying.

What shocked her even more was that the scars seemed to stretch into the end, except that the rest was buried in the placket of her clothes, revealing only the tip of the iceberg.

Song Huaijin breathed sluggishly, swallowed saliva unconsciously, and had the heart to ask Lu Jinchen about the source of his injury, but taking into account his emotions at this time, he changed the topic:

"Don't be busy, let's drink the medicine first."

Lu Jinchen turned a deaf ear, finally bandaged the wound, and held her arm blankly: "Does it hurt?" ”

He remembered that the last time he asked her this was because he had pierced her body with a sword, why did he always hurt her when he cared about her so much?

The more Lu Jinchen thought about it, the more heartache became, and his hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"If you don't suffer, I won't hurt." Song Huaijin smiled: "Don't be stiff, it's cold on the ground, help me up." ”

Lu Jinchen reacted suddenly, carefully helped her to the couch, and as soon as he raised his hand to drink the medicine, his brain hurt from the ginger smell inside.

"I... I'll go and let Jiang Yu get a few stitches, and you can rest. ”

As soon as Song Huaijin agreed, Lu Jinchen pulled Jiang Yu and ran out of the room as if he were running away.

The moment the door closed, Song Huaijin had a solid experience of the feeling of the rest of his life, lying on the couch weakly, and pondering how to cure the Gu poison on Lu Jinchen's body with a chaotic brain.

In a daze, her hand seemed to touch a hard object, and then there was a "click", and before she could open her eyes, the bed board under her suddenly disappeared, and her whole body was volleyed into the air, and she fell hard into a dark basement.

Although it was not tall, it still smashed her teeth and grinned, and her freshly wrapped arm began to bleed again.

Song Huaijin stood up in pain, bared his teeth and said, "007, take a picture!" ”

【Okay, master!】 】

[Successfully accepted the instruction, the lighting system has been turned on for you.] 】

The system screen appears in the air, followed by a light that illuminates the surroundings.

This is the secret room that Lu Jinchen hid in his room, which only has a simple bookshelf, a chair, and a table full of all kinds of bottles and cans.

Song Huaijin walked over slowly, and on the bookshelf was the information about the various ministers of the DPRK and China, all of which were sorted into a book and put together.

She turned to the table on the side and picked up a few bottles to check, painkillers, gold sore medicine, hemp boiling powder, blood clotting powder...

There are also a lot of gauze and a few bright knives next to the various medicines.

Song Huaijin suddenly figured out something, his whole body shook, and the medicine bottle he was holding in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, smashing out a crisp sound of "bang".

Did Lu Jinchen often go crazy like that when he had Gu poison attacks before? Isn't it often to come to this basement since. Cripple treatment?

All those messy scars on his body were all cut by himself in order to stay awake?

He's got a blood clotting disorder!

Aren't you afraid that you will turn into a pool of blood and die quietly in this dim basement?

Song Huaijin's heart ached, and for the first time she knew what it meant to have difficulty breathing, something suddenly exploded in her heart, and her liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and there was no pain in her body.

And next to those bottles and cans, there was a book, Song Huaijin picked it up with his last strength, turned a page with difficulty, and capitalized a few words on the title page:

Huai Jin was a fragile little guy who couldn't show up to her with a sword.

The words were written in blood, vigorous and powerful, as if they were about to cut through the paper, which shows the struggle and pain of the person who wrote this thing at that time.

Turning the second page, there is a slightly immature note:

In the seventh year of the first month of Ping, the twenty-third day of the lunar month.

The mother concubine was locked up in the cold palace, I was poisoned, and I almost killed Mama Lin, I can't do this in the future, if I really can't help it, kill myself.

Song Huaijin closed the journal with a "snap" and couldn't read it anymore.

After seven years of peace, Lu Jinchen was only ten years old, and he began to hurt himself like this every day?

She couldn't stay any longer, so she desperately escaped from the basement and rushed outside.

She had never wanted to see someone so much as she did at this moment, so much to hug him and tell him with the tenderness of her life

It's okay, there's me!