In normal times, not to mention wooden sticks, she can dodge hidden weapons as thin as hair, but now, she is a strong crossbow bow.

She could only instinctively turn her head sideways, and with her stiff and painful body, she resisted the stick.

The body lost its balance and fell towards the carriage.

A pair of cold hands dragged her head.

She felt her head grow heavier, and she struggled to open her eyes, blurring the sight of an old but kind face.

"Grandmother ......"

But she could no longer speak, and her eyes were getting heavier and heavier.

She heard her grandmother's anxious voice: "Girl, girl, how are you?" ”

She even heard "Stupid woman!" ”

In this world, only the 'Hades' of the medical saint calls her a stupid woman, but in such weather, how can he go out when he is pampered?

She must have had auditory hallucinations.

The mind could no longer support it, and completely fell into a coma.

"It hurts!"

Ran Changle, who woke up slowly, only felt that there was no pain in his body, and he was uncomfortable with thirst.

"Water ......"

She wanted to speak louder, but she was powerless, and her head was dizzy, so she could only make a soft sound.

Bei Minghan, who was standing in front of the window, heard the voice and came to her for the first time.

With a cold face, he didn't speak, poured a glass of warm water, scooped up a white jade spoon of water, and slowly fed it to her mouth.

"Momozhi, why are you clumsy today?"

Ran Changle muttered in a daze, she wanted to sleep again, "The water has spilled into my collar......"

Bei Minghan put down the spoon, took out the brocade in his arms, gently wiped the water from the corner of her mouth, wiped it to the collar, and retracted his hand.

Picking up the spoon again, scooping half a spoonful of water, she found that she was already asleep.

wiped her hot forehead, saw that she was breathing steadily, sat down beside her again, took out her hand, and wiped it carefully one by one, very carefully, very seriously, only ten fingers, enough time to wipe a cup of tea.

Bei Minghan took out the white jade bottle from his arms again, pulled out the stopper of the peach blossom bottle, and drugged the slender white fingers. Holding the peach blossom jade vase, looking at her sleeping face, she was stunned.

I don't know how long it took, he put down the jade bottle, got up and went to the underground secret room.

A series of secret orders were issued.

Naranze felt his icy aura, three points colder than ever.

His thin lips were filled with avalanche of rage, but his eyes were as calm as a puddle of water.

Naranze thought and thought, and finally spoke.

"Cold, Dr. Ran has been standing outside the door for two hours."

"Let him stand."

"Her two maids are also waiting outside the door."

"Leave one behind."

"The secret order you issued is widely implicated, is it worth it for her?"

Bei Minghan did not answer.

His actions have already given the answer.

Nalan Ze didn't understand, the daughter of the world, Huan Fat Yan Thin, let him choose, pick out any one and throw Ran Changle a few streets.

Ran Changle has no face, and the other is not noble.

Where did she get into his eyes?

He has a deep blood feud, and his holy concubine must not only have a family background worthy of him, but also be strong, otherwise he will be dragged back.

Even if he identified Ran Changle, even if she was his Bai Yueguang, was she willing to take away her heart and blood and exchange her life for his life?

Bei Minghan didn't know what Nalan Ze was thinking, and even if he knew, he wouldn't ignore it.

No one knows how shocked he was when he learned that she rushed into the hail alone with her wounds to deliver clothes to her grandmother! He followed the feeling in his heart, resigned the emperor's invitation, and personally took the carriage to see her off.

I never wanted to see her, but she was in rags! His heart ached so much that he couldn't breathe, a pain he had only experienced when he had lost his father, and after that pain, he had lost his father forever.

This time, he thought he was going to lose her, and even stopped walking and didn't dare to take a step closer to her.

It wasn't until she was caught by the old lady that she woke up like a dream, ran over like crazy, and picked her up carefully.

She was as light as if she had no weight, and she was covered in wounds—injuries that even the men could not bear, how she endured them, how she dragged her broken leg step by step to the old lady's carriage.

He didn't know, he only knew that he couldn't do it, he only knew that she was rooted in his heart.

Bei Minghan thought silently and walked into the second floor where Ran Changle was resting.

"Ran Changle, this sacred heart pleases you, can you please this saint?"

Ran Changle woke up again, and it was already the afternoon of the next day.

She opened her eyes and looked around the stranger, where was this?

The room was large, and against the wall was a neat wooden cabinet divided into small compartments, each of which contained a delicate little box.

The wooden cabinet has a satin-like luster, and the pattern is faintly golden.

It's all made of golden silk nanmu!

This isn't her boudoir, so where is she?

Oh! She remembered that she had been attacked and was unconscious in her grandmother's arms.

Grandmother? Grandmother! By the way, what about grandmother, how's that?

She struggled to get up, but she couldn't move, and she saw that her broken arm was not bandaged like your mummy.

Who hurt her?

"Peach drunk? Peach branches? Grandmother? Anyone? ”

Ran Changle was anxious and shouted.

It was quiet in the room, and it was quiet outside the door. She was even more anxious, grabbed the edge of the bed, and stood up.

Stretched out his hand to support the cabinet on the wall, but the center of gravity was unstable.

I was about to fall to the ground.

She closed her eyes, wrinkled her little face, and muttered, "I'm going to fall again, why am I so weak?" ”

But the expected pain did not come, but fell into a warm embrace.