Wu Liu fell asleep happily, and Leng Yan went directly to the room of the war king Wenjingren.

"You're here." As soon as I entered the door, a weak question came from the bed.

Leng Yan was startled, and saw that the terminally ill person on the bed had bright eyes.

"Has she finally decided to take my life?" Wenjingren closed his eyes, as if what he said had nothing to do with him.

"No, it's not, the emperor has ordered to do everything in his power to save your life." Leng Yan explained.

"Hehe, Leng Guard, the she's I'm talking about is the owner of your osmanthus fragrance, and now, you still want to pretend to be stupid with me? Do you want me to call you brother? Unexpectedly, the cold-faced secret guard who regarded himself as high could not escape the wrist of that slut. Thanks to this Wu Liucong, this king has a lot of brothers! You say that between brothers, why be polite! ”

Hearing his words, Leng Yan secretly screamed in his heart, and hurriedly took off his coat and threw it out of the door before walking towards Wenjingren.

Seeing that he didn't reply, Wen Jingren opened his eyes curiously, but found that Leng Yan's eyes were shining with a strange light, and he was only wearing a thin undershirt, and he hurriedly walked towards him.

His pupils shrank, and he moved towards the bed with difficulty, Leng Yan was in a hurry, and reached out to hug him.

"Presumptuous! Although I Wenjingren is a slave of the country, but I am also a man who stands up to the sky, I didn't expect Wu Liucong to be so vicious, and actually let you do such a dirty and humiliating thing, I am not a saint and gentleman, but I will not be insulted by you, tell that poisonous woman, if I meet in the next life, I will eat her flesh and blood, to calm my heartache and anger! ”

Wen Jingren said poignantly, as if he had exhausted all his strength, looking at his expression, Leng Yan secretly said in his heart, "Not good!" ”

Hurriedly put two fingers into Wen Jingren's mouth, lest he bite his tongue and kill himself.

Leng Yan was anxious, and most of his fingers reached in and pushed Wenjingren's mouth open, and he also probed into the molars at the end to rule out the possibility of hiding poison between his teeth.

Because he couldn't swallow saliva, his mouth was stirred with his fingers again, saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth to Wenjingren's chest, the summer clothes were thin, and the red beans inside were covered by wet clothes, showing another style.

Realizing that there was no way to die, Wen Jingren's eyes became dilated and empty, and he looked at the roof blankly, and a tear flowed out of the corner of his eye.

He's been reduced to this!

Confirming that there was no danger, Leng Yan maintained the movement of holding Wen Jingren's mouth with his hand, and when he got up to explain to him, he saw that he was lost and depressed, and his face was lifeless.

Frightened, he couldn't control much, the other hand grabbed his thin waist, and carried him out of the door, Wenjingren wanted to struggle, but found that he didn't know when he was pointed, and his mouth was still open, and he couldn't even do a miserable laugh.

Leng Yan hugged him, and rushed across the night sky of Shangnan City, and finally, he came to a place full of lights.

Wenjingren's ears did not fail, he heard that this was the land of fireworks, but he didn't expect them to be so mad!

I wanted to bite Leng Yan's finger hard, but my teeth didn't use force, but it was like gently sucking his finger.

Feeling his movements, Leng Yan walked more happily, and he turned around and entered a room.

"Uncle Zhang, save him!"

Leng Yan took Wen Jingren to the room of the strange Uncle Zhang.

The good dream was disturbed, and Uncle Zhang was not angry, and complained: "Okay, your highness, wait, the old slave will come to save people immediately." ”

When he got up, he saw Leng Yan hugging a man with an anxious expression, and the movements of the two were even more ambiguous, and Uncle Zhang immediately sat back on the bed.

"Taifu, according to the old slave, this person still lets him die." Said coldly.

"Uncle Zhang, why don't you save him?" Leng Yan was very anxious.

"He's already dead, is it a waste of time to save him?" Uncle Zhang was very impatient and turned his head away.

Leng Yan suddenly knelt on the ground: "Uncle Zhang, please save him, he is my most important person, and he is also the most important person in Xiguo!" ”

As soon as he heard the word "Xiguo", Uncle Luo Guo hurriedly walked over.

The two looked at each other, and Gu was startled.

Uncle Zhang turned his face: "You don't need to save him, he has already killed himself three years ago." ”

Listening to Uncle Zhang's words, he knows Wenjing people, and it is unnatural to look at Wenjing people again, don't overdo it.

Knowing that he would not be bent on death, Leng Yan took his finger out of his mouth.

"Let go of me, Imperial Doctor Zhang is right, I am already a dead person, I will leave now!" Wen Jingren said weakly and strongly.

Can't stand, let alone leave on your own? Leng Yan hugged him tightly, and had no intention of letting go.

"Uncle Zhang, can't you really save him?" Leng Yan asked bitterly.

Zhang Bo snorted coldly: "If it is an ordinary person, this Mo Guiyin is naturally easy to understand, but if it is a person from Wenjing, the king of war, unless there is a miracle, he can be saved!" ”

"What is the miracle that Zhang Bo refers to?" Leng Yan is unwilling, he must save Wenjingren's life, even if it is an impossible miracle, he has to fight with this heaven!

"Heh, let a ten-year-old doll grow up overnight, and be light and healthy, do you think this is a miracle?" Uncle Zhang looked at the roof and said helplessly.

"What do you mean by that?" Leng Yan's eyes were shining, as if he saw a glimmer of hope.

"That is to say, this Mo Gui Yin can only be cured by exchanging blood with the blood of men of the same sect, but in this Wen family, there are only two single seedlings left, the war king Wen Jing and the prince Wen Changwu. It's still dangerous for adults to change blood, let alone a ten-year-old child. The old slave found out that Wu Liucong had bad intentions in his early years, and the prince of war did not give her the gift of husband and wife, and refused to divorce his wife, let alone accept a concubine to have children, and now he is terminally ill, he knows that he regrets it, and he knows that he is afraid? ”

"Lord Zhan, why is this?" Leng Yan looked at Wen Jingren in disbelief, and he just closed his eyes, pretending that everything had nothing to do with him.

"Because he said that he wanted to stick to his promise to Wu Liu that he would never be separated, and to let the War King Mansion only have one child Wen Changwu to ensure that he grew up, he said that he had a child to love him, not to calculate him from the beginning and use him to heal."

Leng Yan looked at the person in his arms with respect, and strengthened the thought in his heart: "Uncle Zhang, without further ado, please treat the prince as soon as possible!" ”

"No way!"

"No way!"

The other two people in the room objected at the same time, knowing what they were thinking, they smiled coldly and solemnly: "Don't worry, it won't hurt other people's lives, my blood can be used!" ”

Leng Yan's words were like a thunderbolt, and the two of them looked at him with incredible eyes, and after a while, Wen Jingren trembled and said excitedly: "Who are you?" ”

Zhang Bo was also there waiting for an answer.

"The time has not yet come, I can't reveal my identity, I really want to ask who I am, I can only tell you, my name is Leng Yan." In the end, Leng Yan gave an answer that was not an answer.

Zhang Bo moved his hunchback and walked to the Eight Immortals Table, and after a few movements, the table turned into a long operating table, and a thing similar to a torture frame was moved out from under the bed, but the base of this thing was even higher than the Eight Immortals Table!

Turning his head to Leng Yan, he said, "Put him up, you stand on the blood exchange rack." It was as if he had expected this day to happen, and even the utensils were ready.

The operating table (just use this term, I think it's quite vivid, this Uncle has nothing to do with modern times, I just use the name. The left wrist and right ankle of the Wenjing people on the table are separated by a sharp blade.

His left wrist was slightly raised, his right ankle was slightly down, and he took out a ball of hemp rope and something like a thin vine from the cupboard.

Tie Leng Yan tightly to the shelf, and seeing that he was struggling, Leng Yan said: "Uncle Zhang, it's okay if you don't tie it, I can resist it." ”

Uncle Zhang shook his head: "Alas, Taifu, you don't know that this ordeal is not something that can be persevered with hard resistance." ”

Separated the cold left wrist and wrapped the entire left forearm with vines, and the other end wrapped the left forearm of Wenjingren.

The blood erupted from surging to ticking, Leng Yan felt difficult to breathe, his eyes were black, and the smile in his memory suddenly appeared in front of him, gritting his teeth and clenching his hands, blood gushed out, looking at his movements, Zhang Bo's eyes flashed.

walked in front of him, cut his fingers, and fed it to his mouth, with shock in his cold eyes, why is this Uncle Zhang's blood cold and tasteless?

After drinking Uncle Zhang's blood, he seemed to have strength, and his qi was smooth, Uncle Zhang looked at his changes, his eyes were full of surprise, and then he was deeply puzzled, and then, he hurriedly took down the vine on Leng Yan's wrist and stopped the bleeding for him, looking anxious and annoyed.

"You tell me the truth, are you..." Uncle Zhang asked sharply. didn't wait for him to finish speaking, Leng Yan opened his mouth weakly: "Uncle Zhang, it doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is to save the prince, otherwise, my crime will be in vain." ”

Zhang Bo hurriedly poured the remaining blood into Wenjingren's body, and at the same time wrapped the vine around Wenjingren's right ankle.

The unbeliever put another teacup of his own blood and poured it into Leng Yan, looking at his gradually ruddy face, the speculation in his heart was also conclusive, but Uncle Zhang didn't say a word, the burden on their bodies was heavy enough, and they both wanted to carry more to relieve the pressure of their colleagues, since he wanted to, he didn't need to pierce it.

Helping Leng Yan to the bed, Uncle Zhang leaned his back, carefully picked up the small basin of blood discharged from Wenjing's body, and entered another room.

The two people who bled and collected the blood also fell asleep, and after a long time, until the sky turned white, Zhang Bo came out of the room, holding a small pill in his hand, walked to Leng Yan, and after thinking about it, he stuffed the pill into the crown of his hair.

And Leng Yan, who should have been asleep, opened his eyes after he made a move: "Uncle Zhang, why are you doing this?" ”

It seems that he had long expected that Leng Yan was just pretending to sleep, and Uncle Zhang said calmly: "This is a pill refined with the blood of the war king, before Wu Liucong was used by the old man to administer contraception because of Mo Guiyin, as long as you take this pill and stay in front of her for more than half a cup of tea, the medicine she used before can be solved." ”

Leng Yanhu looked at Uncle Zhang suspiciously: "Uncle Zhang, I don't want you to hide anything from me anymore." ”

His mind was seen through, and Uncle Zhang said embarrassedly: "It's wrong for the old man to decide to exchange your life for the life of the war king, but this pill is also for the good of the two of you." ”