And the two people in the distance are getting closer and closer, and the faces reflected in the lights are becoming clearer and clearer, Sihan looked carefully again, and saw the two people, one of them was full of palace slave clothes, and his face was in a hurry, and the person who was supported by him was wearing a brown robe, like a thin piano master, burying the moon.

is different from the cramped and nervous when we met in the temple today, and now this burial month, my face is full of ashes, without the slightest anger, and my body is full of depression.

Xu is as the moon you said, this burial moon is very happy with the qin, crazy qin, now the hand is broken, the qin is difficult to touch, this life is also lost all ambition and support, the whole person is not defeated, not desperate is strange. It's just that I don't know if the hand of the burial moon is only broken or all the flesh and bones, if this kid's hands are broken and the arms are separated from the palms, it is Donglin Cang's medical skills, and he may not be able to really heal his hand.

Thinking of this, Sihan's expression moved slightly, and he subconsciously lowered his eyes to look at the hanging hand of the burial moon, and saw that his sleeve robe was wide, and he had already covered his hands, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

In this case, we can only wait.

Sihan's heart was transparent, a little retracted, and his complexion returned to normal, but at this time, the burial moon had been helped by the palace slave into the eaves, seeing Sihan standing by the window, the palace slave was busy supporting the funeral moon and standing outside Sihan's window, very respectfully bowed to Sihan, and whispered a little nervously: "Eldest princess, the princess of Yueyou instructed the slave to send the burial moon prince." ”

Si Han looked at the little guy indifferently, but did not speak immediately, and his eyes fell back on the surface of the burial moon again, and he saw that his eyes were blank and decadent, and the whole person was already a walking corpse, and there was no vitality at all. If you can take his hand well, everything will be fine, if you can't cure it, this person will be depressed and end up.

At this point, Sihan was silent for a moment, and then said lightly: "Help in." ”

As soon as these words came out, the palace slave nodded respectfully, did not dare to delay, and hurriedly helped the funeral moon forward, and the palace slaves who stood on the eaves of the corridor were also very eye-catching, and immediately stepped forward to push open the temple door in time for the palace slave who was holding the funeral moon.

The palace slave hurriedly thanked him, and then helped the burial moon into the palace door, Sihan swept towards him faintly, and casually ordered, "Help him to sit on the soft chair." ”

The palace slave hurriedly spoke, trotted forward, and waited for the funeral moon to sit on the soft chair, and his burden was relaxed, he took a few breaths of air, and then bowed to Sihan and said goodbye.

Sihan didn't keep him, but when he saw that he was about to leave the palace, he asked in a low and indifferent voice, "Where is the young man Yueyou?" ”

The palace slave was stunned for a moment, suddenly stopped, looked back at Sihan respectfully, and said a little nervously: "Prince Yueyou is practicing the piano in the dormitory at this time. ”

Is it?

On such a turbulent night, I still have the heart to practice the piano. I don't know if Zheqian knew that Yueyou intended to send Yueyue to her, and intended to save people under his nose, so if Zheqian could be angry with Yueyou, so he could find fault with it.

The more I thought about it, the more I thought a little farther. It's just that in this British Palace, it seems to be calm as water, but in fact it is a turbulent undercurrent, not only is the British Emperor dark and shrewd, calculating, but also Zheqian's deep mind and ruthlessness, it is Yueyou, these palace men, pets, are also not shallow-minded, so, it is also a good show.

"Hmm. Go back. Because of Wu Sihan's reply, the palace slave still froze in place, cautiously looking at Sihan, not daring to move. It wasn't until half an hour later that Sihan came back to his senses casually, his eyes fell on him, and he spoke indifferently.

The palace slave nodded respectfully with relief, turned around, and quickly ran out of the hall as if fleeing for his life, as if there was a powerful ghost behind him asking for his life, and it was difficult to hide his panic.

Sihan looked at the palace slave with indifferent eyes, and when he was completely out of the palace gate, she ordered the palace slave outside the door to close the palace door. The palace slaves outside the door did not dare to delay, hurriedly stepped forward to close the door, and with the heavy creak of the two palace doors, in a moment, all the cold wind outside the hall was blocked outside the door.

For a moment, the room was silent and the lights were flickering.

The stoves in the corners were still burning vigorously, and the red flames were swaying high and swaying.

Sihan withdrew his gaze from the temple door slightly, his face was calm and waveless, and his mood was also silent. She turned slightly, and walked forward slowly, her gaze indifferent and cold, not glancing at the person in the soft chair. Instead, he sat down in the soft collapse, raised his hand slightly and raised the teacup to take a sip casually, but the tea was already cold, and it was in the stomach, and the chill that drilled into the heart completely cooled from the mouth to the stomach.

Her brows furrowed slightly, probably because of the cold tea to cool her body, and her mind was also extraordinarily clear along with the coldness.

She finally turned her gaze to the man in the soft chair in front of her, and saw that he was hanging his head, and his black hair was hanging down, covering half of his face. At that time, I had not observed him too carefully in the main hall, but now that I was closer, I looked at him carefully, and realized that this man was actually thin to the bone, as if he had no weight and could be blown away by a gust of wind.

The robe on his body was wet, and there were a few blood stains on his chest, which was dyed from somewhere, and his black hair fell down at will, which was slightly messy, and the whole person looked decadent and lonely, lifeless.

The surroundings were silent, silent, and the wind outside the hall was floating in vain.

The warm yellow light fell on his exposed half cheek, but it did not dispel the sluggishness of his face.

"If you waste your hands, you want to die?" After waiting for a while, Sihan slowly took his eyes off him and spoke nonchalantly.

But as soon as these words came out, he seemed to be unconscious, and the whole person was still sitting sluggishly, like a walking corpse.

Sihan raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and continued: "If the hand is broken, it can be connected, but if a person dies, it can't be reborn." Her voice was extremely slow, and her tone was also a little indifferent and cold that had not been concealed, and as she spoke, her voice was slightly raised by half a little, and she continued: "A dignified seven-foot man, he has even endured the humiliation of entering the palace as a slave, and now he is just a broken hand, and he can't hold on, can't he live?" If the burial moon boy really has the heart to die, he will go to the lake and the well, if he does not have the ability to die, he should live a good life, and even, he must live a wonderful life, live a good life, and by the way, he will be humiliated in the past, and completely ask for it back. ”

Her voice was extremely cold, slightly stained with a little carelessness, as if she was speaking casually.

It's just that as soon as these words fell, the man who sat down in a gloomy mood finally trembled his eyelashes a little and reacted.

"It's already so miserable in the bottom, how can the girl still fall into the ridicule of the well." The voice of sighing helplessness, full of despair, just like his complexion, was full of this decadent despair.

As soon as these words came out, his empty eyes suddenly had a half-minute focus, and his gaze fell slightly towards Sihan, and he smiled sadly, then opened his thin lips and continued: "My hand is useless, and I can't touch the piano in this life." It is precisely because he can't care for the piano that he has no place to stay in the palace, and in this life, he will be completely wasted. ”

"Why don't you think about it from a different angle?" Sihan's expression moved slightly, and he asked indifferently.

Fu Yue was stunned for a moment, but after a moment, she laughed at herself, "No matter what angle you think about it, you won't be able to live in this life." Now that the two hands are gone, others don't hear about it, and Yi Gongzi is even worse than the people in the hospital who can't treat him......"

"Gongziyi won't let the people from the Tai Hospital treat you, won't Gongzi beg others?" Before he could say anything, Sihan interrupted silently. As soon as these words came out, Fu Yue subconsciously choked on the words, and a little surprise gradually appeared on his desperate face.

Sihan raised his eyes and looked at him again, wantonly took all his expressions in his eyes, was slightly stunned, and continued: "What, I don't know what is the purpose of this Yueyou Prince's sending you here?" ”

Fu Yue was stunned for a moment, shook her head self-deprecatingly, and said in a low voice: "Yueyou said something to me, but I was ...... I was so distraught that I didn't listen to what he was saying, and I couldn't remember what he said. ”

Is it?

He said this a little helplessly, and his face was also a little helpless and cramped, looking at him like this, it didn't seem like he was lying.

Sihan glanced at him a few times, then looked away slightly, and continued: "Gongziyi won't let the people from the Tai Hospital heal you, but Donglin Gongzi can help you." The young man of Yueyou came here today, and the purpose is to let the prince of Donglin heal your hand. Why, such a big event, the burial moon boy didn't know anything about it? ”

He couldn't help but be stunned again, and there was a little shock on his face, as if he was suddenly touched by Sihan's words, and his emotions were too fluctuating for a while to be able to quickly come back to his senses, but he was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses completely, and even the pair of pupils that were originally self-deprecating and confused suddenly became undulating and swaying, and the waves were violent.

Yes, there is also Donglin Gongzi. How could he have forgotten about this man?

He also vaguely remembered that Yue You had indeed explained something to him before leaving his dormitory today, but he was too sad, and the whole person was silent in despair and couldn't extricate himself.

In the depths of the numb heart, for a while, there was a slight increase in the ripples of half a point, and after waiting for a long time, he forcibly pressed his heart, looked at Sihan again with a restrained gaze, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "What Yueyou said today, I really don't remember it anymore." ”

"It's okay if you don't remember, the most important thing now is you, the burial moonboy, can you want to live well?" Sihan's expression moved slightly, and he said casually.

Fu Yue gritted his teeth and was about to reply, but his thin lips had just opened, he seemed to suddenly think of something, his face changed suddenly, and all the words in his mouth were suddenly changed, only frowning, looking at Chao Sihan helplessly, sighing, and said in a low and restrained voice: "In the forbidden palace, how difficult it is to live all the time." The burial moon offended Yi Gongzi, and Yi Gongzi will not let it go. ”

As he spoke, he hurriedly got up, but because the posture of getting up was too sudden and anxious, the whole person was unstable under his feet, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment, but because he touched the wounds on both hands, the pain suddenly entered the marrow, and the thin body could not suppress the bending and trembling.

His brows were furrowed very much, his eyes were about to be wrinkled and closed due to pain, Sihan's expression moved slightly, his deep eyes stared at him, and when he stayed for a while, he finally got up slowly from the softness, walked towards him, and then squatted beside him and slightly helped him to lie flat on the ground, and said in a low voice: "Don't move." ”

Funeral Moon was already at a loss for what to do, all her minds were tense, and she was manic, even if Sihan's words came into her ears, she didn't want to really listen.

His body was still trembling violently, and the corners of his sleeves and mouth began to overflow with blood, and even, probably because of the pain that lost his mind, he actually began to raise his head and hit the ground, the formation was huge, and the movements were extremely ruthless. Si Han swept his eyes, his face finally sank slightly, and then he reached out and slammed at several big holes on his body.

In an instant, the burial moon finally stopped trembling, and the teeth that bit her lip flap had been released. His mouth was already drenched in blood, hideous and cautious, but his complexion was pale and colorless, completely contrasting with the blood on his lips, which was abrupt.

Tears accumulated in his eyes, even if he couldn't move this time, it didn't mean that it didn't hurt. In his eyes, despair was dense and manic, Sihan sighed secretly, and only said: "Jumping down from the Japanese Palace in the Tanglin Tower, the pain is undoubtedly like cracking the internal organs, the pain enters the marrow, and the palace survives; After the palace went to Chu and Chujing, it was besieged by the king of Chu, full of flesh and blood, but it was still painful, and the palace survived; Later, on the way back to Tangling, the palace was ambushed by the Marquis of Loulan Anyi, fighting and fighting, the line of life and death, and the palace still survived in the end. What this palace has experienced is no longer as simple as the pain of a broken hand, the kind of despair and pain that separates skin and flesh, hurts muscles and bones, and even enters the Yama Hall several times, all words are not enough to describe, and it is also unimaginable for the burial of the moon prince. Yes, the burial moon prince is just a broken hand, just touching the wound and hurting, but these are undoubtedly not worth mentioning compared to what happened in this palace. Bengong is a pampered woman, even Bengong can withstand the ordeal, how can you not have the courage to live when you are buried in the moon? It's just the pain of a broken hand, a dignified man, he still wants to die or live, and he can't even withstand this little wind and waves? It's just that you are squeezed by Gongziyi, Yueyou desperately wants you to live, but because you are afraid of Gongziyi, you want to ignore Yueyou's feelings in vain, and desperately want to die? ”

The lengthy words fell, and suddenly, Yueyou's confused and empty pupils rose and fell again, and even on that miserable face, he couldn't help but roll up a little shock.

Yueyou, desperately want him to live?

Suddenly, doubts suddenly rose in the bottom of his heart, and all his thoughts began to return, but when he was about to open his mouth to ask the woman in front of him, his body was stiff, his lips couldn't open, and he couldn't say a word. He tried hard several times, eagerly trying to ask Sihan clearly, but several efforts were depressed, but he was tired and tired, and after staying for a long time, he finally completely compromised, staring at Sihan with complicated eyes, and praying with his eyes to let Sihan clarify the matter.

It's just that Sihan just lowered his eyes and glanced at him twice, and then slowly looked away, not looking at his reaction too much.

She just slowly raised her hand towards Fu Yue's sleeve robe, and her slender fingertips lifted his blood-covered sleeves little by little, and when the sleeve robe gradually moved up, Fu Yue's hand was revealed little by little.

And the first thing that caught his eye was his thin bones full of blood, because the whole hand was stained with blood, so that he could not see the color of the skin clearly, but it could be seen from the swollen fingers that his hands must be dark and swollen, and hideous. It's just that it's a good thing that the executioner didn't really cut off his hand, so it should be saved?

At this point, Sihan went straight to his complex pupils, and said indifferently: "Your hand was only broken by the tendons?" As he spoke, his voice raised, "If yes, blink." ”

But before the words were completely heard, Fuyue blinked.

Sihan looked at him lightly, but he was slightly relieved, but he also sneered a little more in his heart. It's just that this kid blinked so badly, and the meaning of survival was naturally strong and heavy, but unfortunately, although he was the emperor of the British Dynasty. Pet, who has never suffered too much, is that as soon as his hands are broken, the pain enters the marrow, and he has no perseverance to hold on, to endure the pain, but he began to unload all his ambition, and he wanted to die in pain.

"Once the tendon is broken, it is extremely difficult to repair, but Xu is Donglin Gongzi has a way to cure you." As he spoke, he stood up slightly, looked at him condescendingly again, and continued: "You wait first, this palace will go to Donglin Gongzi to have a look." ”

As soon as these words fell, ignoring the reaction of the burial moon, Sihan walked forward slowly, and walked straight towards the gate of the palace not far away.

The burial moon stared at Sihan's back with complicated eyes, his brows were furrowed, and the pain on his body was still rising and falling violently, entering the bones and marrow, but suddenly, the desire for death and even depression in his heart was extremely rare and no longer boiling, and even when Sihan left the hall completely, his complex eyes also suddenly increased a little deeper and shaky, as if he was overwhelmed and depressed.

At this time, the night wind floats, and the cold comes.

Everywhere around, the lights are dim, dim and shaking, and everywhere you look, there are patches of dim and gloomy feeling. It's just that the cold wind is floating, and the night is late, but the palace slaves on the eaves of the corridor are still standing like wooden stakes, and seeing Sihan coming out of the hall, several people have a slight look and bow to Sihan.

Sihan swept towards them, only to see the lights fall on their faces, reflecting the frost on their eyebrows and even their hair very clearly. She paused slightly, and said indifferently and in a low voice: "There is no need to guard here, you can go down and rest." As soon as these words came out, several palace slaves looked at each other, and for a moment, some people began to refuse politely.