There was a thick grievance in that voice, which made Xiao Jingchen a little unbearable, and his voice was also hoarse, but he was angry: "The princess let go of the poor monk, you are sober!" ”

A girl who has never been out of the pavilion, holding him a big man, and he is still a monk, even if there is no one around, but there are still gods and Buddhas watching it!

Is she crazy?!

Zhao Huangge is crazy or not, I don't know, it's true that she is not sober at all.

She had a fever and didn't know it, and her whole body sank into a nightmare, trying to catch the savior, and trying to escape from those eyes.

She rises and falls in the storm, ignorant and helpless.

Xiao Jingchen tried to push the person away, but he couldn't hold her hug tightly, and the grievance in his voice was even heavier: "Brother, save Ah Ruan......"

That brother, she was shouting Zhao Xianyuan.

But Zhao Xianyuan is not there.

Today's emperor is furious in Yanhua Temple, and now she is holding a funeral for her in her previous life, and she wants to kill her in this life, the national teacher of Beiyue, Xiao Jingchen.

The pain wrapped her and made her dizzy in her dreams, but she didn't know that Xiao Jingchen in reality was almost dizzy because she was tortured by her.

The monks have precepts and rules, but now they are all torn apart by this wolf-like woman.

He looked coldly at the unconscious Zhao Huangge, and finally accepted his fate.

What is it called with a sick seedling, if you can see it, the eldest princess's first reaction is that she will be five feet away from herself.

Thinking of this, his anger suddenly dissipated again.

That's it.

That brother made this Buddha feel a little compassionate in the end, thinking that she was still young, and the action of breaking her fingers was also a little softer.

She was unconscious, trembling in the wind, like a weak lamb, in danger of dying at any moment.

Xiao Jingchen struggled to sit up, took off the already tattered Buddha robe, wrung out the water, and covered her body.

The Buddha incense invaded instantly, mixed with those moist water vapors, which inexplicably calmed Zhao Huangge.

Xiao Jingchen staggered a few steps, broke a branch, and barely supported himself forward.

Those medicinal herbs were all grown under the tree, growing in a disorderly manner, and Xiao Jingchen's eyes were dark, and it took great concentration to distinguish the types of herbs.

After picking herbs and going back, he saw Zhao Huangge change his posture again at some point, clumping his Buddha clothes into a ball, hugging him in his arms and curling up.

She was still unconscious, still unable to wake up, Xiao Jingchen sighed silently, and only briefly swayed between men's and women's defense and life-saving assistance, and then firmly lifted her sleeves.

The white and tender lotus root arm was stained, and the blistered wound looked even more hideous.

He washed a few small stones, helped her wipe the wound nearby, and simply smashed the herbs and applied them to it.

The next moment, I saw Zhao Huangge trembling all over.

Even in a coma, I know that it hurts.

After treating the scars on her arms and calves, Xiao Jingchen tore off a few strips of cloth from the edges of her ragged Buddhist clothes and bandaged her hastily.

It's not the first time Xiao Jingchen has done such a thing.

He was a monk, but he was also the national teacher of North Vietnam, and when he traveled with his master, he also treated the sick.

But for the first time, as it is now.

He lowered his eyes and shrouded Zhao Huangge again with his Buddha clothes, and he untied his middle clothes with his back to her.

He had been slashed with a knife in the arm, a stone on the back of his waist, and a female Assassin stabbing him in the shoulder with a candelabra......

Compared with Zhao Huangge's current appearance, he was actually more seriously injured.

Now his whole person is like a scratched pocket.

Xiao Jingchen thought to himself, fortunately, his pocket did not burst out with blood, otherwise it would be impossible for Da Luo Jinxian to save it.

He was dizzy, and it was already the limit to bandage Zhao Huangge, but when he came to himself, Xiao Jingchen was much more casual.

Covering the wound with the herbs indiscriminately, feeling the stinging touch, Xiao Jingchen snorted, and his hands were trembling so much that he couldn't even hold back the strips of cloth.

He took a deep breath, easily bandaged the wound, and lay down on the ground as if he had lost his strength.

Just turned his head, and he saw Zhao Huangge on one side.

After covering her Buddha clothes, she dragged it down again and hugged it in her arms.

Even in a coma, he was very stubborn.

The clothes of the two were soaked, Xiao Jingchen wrung out his clothes before, and now he is much better, but Zhao Huangge's body has been soaked with water on the clothes, and the whole piece is dark.

She was curled up there like a homeless wolf cub.

The wolf cub escaped from the nightmare, but was dragged into a field of ice and snow, and its cold teeth were trembling, and it looked strange and pitiful.

The national teacher, who has always been compassionate, looked at Zhao Huangge, who was knocking his teeth beside him, sighed silently, endured the dizziness in front of him, and struggled to get up.

Save a life, win a seventh-level floating slaughter.

So at the beginning of the night, a fire finally lit up by the river.

Fortunately, when he traveled abroad, he had already developed the habit of carrying flints with him, otherwise, the two of them would have really died today.

The flames gradually strengthened, and those wet and cold coldness met the natural enemy, and slowly retreated, and Zhao Huangge finally stopped shaking.

It's just a sleeping woman, but her eyebrows and eyes are full of gloom and sadness, and I don't know what she dreamed of again.

She said, "I don't want to!" ”

The voice was hoarse, like a temper, with a crying voice.

Xiao Jingchen retreated vigilantly, and saw that she didn't lean over again, nor did she call her brother again, so he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

After all, no matter whether she wakes up and remembers whether she remembers, a monk who has never been red and dusty has been recognized as a wild brother, this matter is still terrible.

He pinched his eyebrows, broke the persimmon in his hand a little, and put it into his mouth.

The persimmon was picked from the ground, fell from ripeness, and fell on the leaves that were so thick that they almost rotted, but they stubbornly did not crack.

At this moment, when he entered his mouth, the juice overflowed, and his throat was greasy with sweetness.

The monk's compassion was exhausted, and until a whole persimmon was eaten, he didn't think to give a bite to Zhao Huangge who was in a coma.

The bonfire was warm, the firelight illuminated the surroundings, Xiao Jingchen had food in his belly, and he also had strength in his body.

Today's events are not right.

Originally, his plan was to let his people come over and create chaos, and then lead those chaos to Murong Zhong.

No matter who is using black oil bombs against them this time, they are the biggest suspect in the army. And on the night when the Changming Hall caught fire, the assassin who came directly at him and was killed in front of him must be a person in the army.

Or rather, private soldiers.

The emperor wanted to check the private soldiers, but the private soldiers came to look for him, no matter how it looks, his suspicion cannot be shaken off.

So if he wants to save himself, he has only one way, which is to make the water muddy.

He is a national teacher, a monk who serves the imperial family, and the emperor should not want to touch himself, but because of the black oil bomb under his pillow, he also has a suspicion of himself.

So, as long as the evidence is confirmed to be in the military, he is safe.

Therefore, he deliberately threw clues out, and tried to make a game to lure the fish to the bait by taking advantage of the Baijiapo explosion.

And now, the fish is hooked, but it is not what he expected.

Not to mention the killing of his people, a group of assassins came.

They came for themselves, and they made a killing move everywhere.

It's a pity that those assassins are not specially trained killers, otherwise he would not be alive today.

Xiao Jingchen twisted his eyebrows, his fingers unconsciously tapped the ground, and the coldness in his eyes condensed.

The evidence he threw out was plausible, but the killer came, and the only possibility was that he guessed correctly.

Murong Zhong.

When he fought with those people just now, he felt that those people's kung fu skills were familiar.

And now that I think about it carefully, I realize that those are clearly the ways of the Murong family!

The people of Murong's family came to chase and kill him, it seems that Murong Zhong is indeed the master behind the private soldiers, so he jumped over the wall in a hurry and sent someone to chase and kill him!

Thinking of this, Xiao Jingchen hooked his lips slightly, and subconsciously glanced at Zhao Huangge.

The bait he sent out worked well, and it was good that Murong Zhong didn't chase and kill him, but this time the other party made a killer, and the unjust debts on him would disappear with those.

In this game, although he was invited in, now the door of life is ahead.

He still won.