"Madame......"

"Hurry up and get some more hot water!"

The inner courtyard of the Meng Mansion was deserted, the boiling water was mixed with blood, a basin was carried in, and another basin was transported out, the rain outside the curtain was mixed with rolling thunder and fell, and the fishy sweet smell lingered around the whole courtyard, and it was disgusting to be dizzy.

The tearing pain soaked Shen Zhihe like a tide, pulling her down from this drowsy and dark dream, she struggled to rise and fall, and in a trance she heard the noise and noise of familiar and strangers.

A lot of people were calling her.

But there was no familiar voice in it.

A piece of old ginseng was stuffed between his lips and teeth, and the spicy and bitter taste suddenly spread, washing Shen Zhihe's lungs and intestines, and bringing out the moment of soberness.

"Uh......"

Ying'er knelt on the edge of the collapse with tears on her face, holding Shen Zhihe's hand tightly, and the sound of small mutters reached her ears, Ying'er was stunned and whimpered: "Madam! Wake up! ”

The thunderbolt in his brain collapsed, and finally turned bright, Shen Zhihe slowly opened his eyes, and the sudden intrusion of the regretful light deprived him of vision in an instant, the room was noisy, and the candle lights were full of pavilions, reflecting Shen Zhihe's pale and pale face.

Her dilated pupils focused slowly, and her gaze wandered, but she couldn't see the man.

The blood and qi surged, and the surging pain in the abdomen was carved into the bones, and it was eliminated by the numbness that followed one by one.

"Madam," Ying'er's face was flushed from crying, she hurriedly blocked Shen Zhihe's gaze, even though her body trembled in panic, "The young master and the doctor are discussing, don't be afraid." ”

Shen Zhihe's eyes fell from the stars, she crossed Ying'er's thin body, and at a glance saw the sword still in her belly-

The blood seeped into the torn fabric of her sleeves and solidified, and the scarlet crimson clung around the cold white, and the cold wet sensation spread all the way to half of her body.

Didn't all this take his own life?

Shen Zhihe curled up his fingertips and opened them silently, his carefully cultivated nails like onions, touching the edge of his sleeves, as if to hook out a clump of silk threads, she closed her eyes, and a blue on the assassin's neckline flashed in her mind, and the wrist that was twisted when she turned to the side and rushed towards her.

The footsteps of several people bypassed the screen and entered the cabinet, Shen Zhihe turned his head with difficulty, only to see that Meng Jinghuai's clothes were soaked with blood, and his cheeks were also stained with scarlet.

I just don't know whose it is.

"Crane."

Meng Jinghuai stood still on her side, and then half-squatted down, covering her abdomen with a brocade quilt up, covering her vision, and her voice seemed to roll around in sandpaper, hoarse and dull:

"The doctor is here to help you draw your sword, you don't have to be afraid, you won't have to worry about your life."

The candle color shrouded his face half-brightly and half-darkly, and the shadow flowed across one side of his cheek, and Meng Jinghuai's fingertips gently stroked Shen Zhihe's face and wiped away the blood.

Shen Zhihe's eyes swept to the three people who followed Meng Jinghuai in, only to see one of them swinging a silver needle on the side of the case, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, so he only respectfully bowed his hand to Meng Jinghuai: "Young Master Meng, I have prepared it." ”

"You just promised me that you wouldn't hurt the roots." Meng Jinghuai turned his head to look at the doctor, choking in obscurity, "You don't have to forget." ”

"That's nature, it's just ......" The doctor knelt on the edge of the collapse and turned his gaze to Shen Zhihe, "It's just that Madame is afraid that she will suffer some pain." ”

The old ginseng slices in her mouth exuded bitterness, Shen Zhihe's fluttering heart was settled, she nodded, then looked sideways and closed her eyes.

The doctor and Meng Jinghuai glanced at each other, took out a silver needle and burned it on the candle flame, and then firmly stuck it on the acupuncture point next to the wound, hoping that there would be no blood loss when the sword was drawn.

Meng Jinghuai's eyes were gloomy, and his eyebrows were like a shower, and he held Shen Zhihe's trembling right hand tightly.

The doctor gripped the hilt of the sword and began to slowly pull away.

The feeling of the blade rubbing against the flesh and skin was extremely clear, and the yin qi was like covering the flesh and bones, Shen Zhihe snorted, beads of sweat from the bean instantly appeared, and the green onion armor pinched into Meng Jinghuai's hand.

The exclamation of pain pierced the inner chamber in an instant, and it was the dull sound of iron chains tugging and pulling, like the teeth of a nocturnal beast salivating and thirsty.

Ying'er, who was kneeling on the ground, covered her mouth with her hands, and her shoulders trembled with tears.

Meng Jinghuai looked at Shen Zhihe's clenched brows, but the hand that was pinched into the palm flesh and began to bleed did not let go in the slightest, his whole body stiffened, and the painful sound was in his ears, as if someone had forcibly pulled him to the edge of a fierce madness demon-

He fought on the battlefield with iron blood, one body capable of two eagle arcs, a thousand groups of captives and horses, and he was ruthless when he raised his sword in his hand, but now he didn't dare to look at Shen Zhihe's abdomen and half of his eyes.

"Ah He is good," Meng Jinghuai put his voice as soft as possible, as if he could hug each other and scatter the dust, and hide into the darkness of the whole area, "You don't have to endure it." ”

Shen Zhihe's mouth was full of blood, the old ginseng piece could not be suppressed, the shell teeth bit through the cavity wall, and the vibrating eardrums keenly captured the other party's tone, and spoke: "Uh......"

She wanted to say something, but a stronger pain struck, instantly drowning Shen Zhihe, leaving only a cry of pain.

"Quickly break her mouth open," Xie Wuyu, who had been standing behind him, suddenly said through the veil, "I'm going to bite my tongue and head." ”

Meng Jinghuai quickly reached out, pinched Shen Zhihe's jaw, forced, forced her to part her dry and chapped lips, and put his knuckles across her mouth, and the voice was like rusty scissors rubbing against a whetstone:

"Bite my hand."

The doctor steadied his hand, and suddenly pulled the last blade away, and blood burst out, and he quickly sprinkled the medicinal powder, and dozens of silver needles were under it.

The wind blew out the candlestick, and the sharp pain instantly filled Shen Zhihe's senses, she bit the knuckle tightly, the unfamiliar smell of blood spread, and the tears that had been holding on to her mouth finally fell down her cheeks and dripped into Meng Jinghuai's palm.

Her mind went blank for a moment, and she fainted.

"Crane!"

Meng Jinghuai's face turned pale, his eyes were defeated, and he locked his eyes, he looked sideways and shouted angrily: "What's wrong with her!" ”

The doctor didn't squint, only dropped the last stitch, breathed a sigh of relief, and the white silk in the compartment was attached to her mouth, and then she narrowed her eyes: "The young lady just fainted in pain, it's okay." ”

Meng Jinghuai's heart fell, his eyes roamed over Shen Zhihe's blood-stained body, and his palms were full of sticky blood, blood, and a dazzling red.

"Young Master Meng, rest assured, the young lady has no worries about her life, she just needs to recuperate." The doctor got up and bent over to pack up the silver needle, glanced at Xie Wuyu, who was speechless, and turned sideways to signal Ying'er to follow him to take the medicine.

Ying'er got up with her hands and feet and hurriedly followed.

The room was calm again, only the thunder outside was left, and the white light flashed on Meng Jinghuai's side jaw, half bright and half obscure.

"Now that Madame is fine," Xie Wuyu lowered his eyes and said, "You can rest assured." ”

Meng Jinghuai lowered his eyes, looking at Shen Zhihe's eyebrows, his chest was blazing, burning his throat with thirst, he raised his hand and slowly brushed away Shen Zhihe's sweaty and messy broken hair.

"It hurts," Meng Jinghuai opened his voice hoarsely, caressed Shen Zhihe's cheek with his fingertips, and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I won't let go of that group of people." ”

The expression on his face was clean, but his eyes were as persistent as a demon.

"Go down."

For a long time, with the thunder of anger splitting the black clouds and breaking the silence, Meng Jinghuai turned his head to look at Xie Wuyu, between his eyebrows and eyes was the arrogance of looking at the world, but the flow of his eyes contained killing, killing and violence:

"I'll see the results tomorrow."