Xiao Yan's pupils shrank sharply, his body tensed, and he stared at Su Wan fiercely.

If......

She didn't even use the temptation, she directly attacked the overlord and humiliated him, and when he could act, he would definitely be the first to kill her!

Slightly cool fingers unbuttoned his middle coat, and—

The hot and humid cloth gently wiped the blood stains on his body, little by little, pulling away the places where the blood stained and the wound adhered to.

Xiao Yan could feel a burst of pain, it was the blackened blood stains that soaked through his middle clothes, the skin and flesh were mixed with the blood stains, and the pus and stench were scattered.

This kind of stench, like a rotting corpse, Xiao Yan was fifteen years old when he fought in the north and south, and he didn't know how many battles he had won, and he soaked in the blood water, so he naturally knew what kind of foul smell it was when the corpse was rotten.

And now, this wound is on him.

Poisoned arrows pierced his chest, and on the battlefield, from his back.

Xiao Yan dragged the sick body, washed Beirong in blood, and ordered all the men in Beirong to be killed.

Subsequently, he returned to the court, and there was another wanton purge.

The wound has not healed for a long time, and no matter how powerful the miracle doctor is, he cannot save the wound that has been festering and even giving birth to carrion.

Xiao Yan was in a coma more and more, and awake less and less.

His old troops were purged and scattered under the command of other generals, and the servants of his palace were sold for various reasons......

Xiao Yan disdained the former throne, but others were afraid that he wanted it.

He is in charge of the military power in the world, and the court guards against him, and the young emperor guards against him.

is so alone, Xiao Yan has never been afraid, he is the god of war in the world, his temperament is so arrogant and arrogant, there is no joy in life and no fear in death.

Therefore, at this moment, Xiao Yan looked at this gentle woman who seemed to be afraid that she would hurt him if she was too strong, and watched her gently help him deal with his wounds, calmly, with long eyelashes covering her beautiful eyes.

She wore his robe, overly wide with folds at the cuffs, revealing her slender, slender wrists.

Qing Sishun was behind her, her cheeks were beautiful and clear, her fair and tender skin had a transparent feeling, because she was seriously dealing with his wounds, so her childish lips were slightly pursed, and her expression was extremely focused.

Xiao Yan stared at her beautifully shaped eyes, and from these clear apricot eyes, he wanted to see Su Wan's disgust or discomfort with the stench on his body.

However, neither.

She was like a normal, doctor-treated wound.

There are no superfluous movements, and no superfluous emotions.

She took off his clothes and saw his chest, and there was no shyness.

She understands medical skills, isn't it that during her medical practice, she often pricked the man with needles, so that the man could not move, and then gave him a wide coat like this?

Thinking like this, Xiao Yan's mood suddenly became extremely irritable.

The fundus of the eyes was bloodshot, and there were bursts of pain from the head, like a blunt blow, and the scarlet bloodshot under the eyes slowly filled the eyes, and Xiao Yan's hand slowly clenched into a fist.

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"Fifth prince, I know you don't like me, but, since I am married to you, I hope that you can live well."

Xiao Yan's headache couldn't help it, his mind began to blur, and the woman in front of him became a ghost in front of him.

The arrow was poisonous, there was no antidote, in order to suppress the arrow poison, Xiao Yan took other poisons, which restrained each other in his body and harmed his body.

In the past six months, his body has been weak and he has finally stopped having seizures, but he himself knows that he will not be able to wake up again soon.