Although the charcoal basin burning in the house was as warm as spring, Xiao Tingyan's hands were frozen and piercing, and she had to find a way to warm his body. Otherwise, in a few moments, I'm afraid he will freeze into a piece of ice. However, Xiao Tingyan's situation was far more serious than Yun Luan had estimated. Thick bedding covered Xiao Tingyan's body, and several charcoal pots were added to the house, and the temperature in the house was almost burning, but Xiao Tingyan's body was still like ice. Even with so many quilts, he still couldn't give birth to any warmth. Yun Luan looked down at Xiao Tingyan's haggard and stunning face with complicated eyes, she really didn't want Xiao Tingyan to die. Wang Kun stood aside, without any way. He sat down in a decadent manner, a face weeping. If the prince is dead, then he can't live anymore - Lord Blackwing, all this must be counted on him. Zhao Hui, the director of the Imperial Hospital, still has some ability, his medical skills are almost on par with Doctor Lu, who is not in Kyoto now, and only the president can treat the prince. Yun Luan couldn't sit still and watched Xiao Tingyan die. She couldn't help but bow her head and bring his cold palm to her lips. She snorted hot air from her mouth as she rubbed his palms together. She yelled at Wang Kun, who was already desperate: "You come over too, quickly pour wine on the prince's body and rub his body for him......" Wang Kun was startled, forced by Yunluan's fierceness, he had to get up and do as she said. Xiao Tingyan was in a state of confusion, he only felt that his body was very cold, so cold that he couldn't feel the slightest temperature. He was about to freeze to death, his whole body was almost stiff, and even his breath was frozen by the cold. Just when he felt that he was really going to die, suddenly, there was a faint warmth from the palm of his hand, and he opened his eyes groggyly. In the blurred vision, I vaguely saw a woman in a pale blue dress, with low eyebrows, holding her palm tightly, against her red lips...... Her soft little hands kept rubbing the backs of his hands. The slightest wisp of warmth, little by little fluttered in his palm, through the palm slowly penetrated into his limbs, he was like a fish on the verge of death, this warmth brought him life-saving water. Bang bang bang, the frozen heart slowly beats at this moment. The warmth slowly spreads throughout the body from the bottom to the top. Xiao Tingyan's eyes were in a trance, the window was open a crack, and sunlight penetrated in, sprinkled all around her, she seemed to be under a layer of golden halo - bright and dazzling, rippling and sacred! The delicate contours of her facial features came into his eyes little by little, and her appearance gradually became clear. Yunluan? It was actually her, and it was she who gave him warmth, redeemed his life, and completely reborn him in this way. In this world, how can there be such a beautiful and radiant woman? Xiao Xuanrui is blind, God sent the best treasure to him, but he didn't know how to cherish it at all. At this moment, Xiao Tingyan felt that his miserable life had finally been reversed, and he had finally waited for the dawn in his life? In this warmth, Xiao Tingyan's eyelids were heavy again, and he slowly closed his eyes again. Yun Luan noticed his strange appearance, she quickly lowered her head and whispered softly in his ear. "Banquet King...... You okay? ”

Xiao Tingyan didn't respond, as if he was dead. Wang Kun shook his hands and touched Xiao Tingyan's snort, where the tentacles were cold, and he could hardly feel the breath of the prince. He was a little broken, sat down on the ground, and couldn't help crying: "It's over, the prince can't stand it, the prince has gone to ......" Yunluan's forehead couldn't help but sweat. She thought he was so loud that the cry was harsh, and it made her extremely irritable. She looked at Wang Kun coldly and scolded in a low voice: "Shut up, cry again, I cut your tongue." ”

Wang Kun hurriedly covered his mouth and didn't dare to say anything anymore. Yun Luan tried his best to stabilize his emotions, and tried to wake up Xiao Tingyan again: "King Yan, if you are conscious, open your eyes, it's best not to let yourself fall asleep." At this time, if you really fall asleep, I'm afraid you'll never wake up again......" Suddenly, Xiao Tingyan's eyelids twitched. Yun Luan's eyes lit up, and she continued: "You try to open your eyes and use your own perseverance to overcome your body's physiological limits. You've been through so much persecution and escaped assassination countless times, and this time you can definitely do the same. Don't give in to fate, even if fate knocks you down and you are about to die, don't give up any desire to survive. ”

"We can't let ourselves cry and make the enemy laugh. Think about it, what you're carrying, and think about who made you who you are. Your enemy hasn't breathed yet, how can you bow down to death so easily? ”

Xiao Tingyan was really tired, and he really wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep, but there was a woman who kept making noise in his ears, making his ears hurt and he couldn't be clean. He wanted to speak up and tell her to stop arguing, but her words gradually turned into a magical force, which supported him to reach the extreme of his body, resisting the pain and torment that was constantly churning in his body. A picture suddenly flashed in his mind, inside the high red wall, a feminine woman dressed in a concubine-colored palace dress, and she held a little boy of five or six years old in her arms. The little boy cried in a daze, his face full of grievances: "Mother, I'm so tired from practicing that my son can't hold on." ”

The woman held a handkerchief in her hand, and although her eyes were full of distress, her face was full of determination. She gently wiped the sweat from the boy's forehead. "Good Yan'er, if you are tired, then take a rest. The concubine wipes your sweat...... You rest for a while, let's continue to practice, okay" "No, I don't want to practice anymore, my mother, I really can't hold on......" The little boy tugged at her sleeve and begged bitterly. The tenderness in the woman's eyes faded, and she pushed the boy away. No matter how much the boy cried and asked her to hold her, she was indifferent, she just watched him cry so coldly, and when he was hoarse and could no longer cry any tears, she slowly spoke. "If you choose to give up because you are tired, are you still worthy of being my son? You can't even endure this hardship, the road ahead is so long, how can you keep going? Yan'er, your road ahead is full of too many thorns, and your mother and father can't accompany you for too long. ”

"When the mother concubine and your father are no longer here, there will be no one else you can rely on except yourself. If you don't make yourself strong, how can you survive in this world? If you don't practice a strong shell, how can you resist open guns and arrows from all directions? ”