Leaned over and stretched out his cold five fingers, pinched Jin Roujia's thin jaw, and the coldness in his eyes was piercing: "Jin Roujia, I have slept with me, what kind of chaste martyr is she pretending?" ”

Jin Roujia frowned in pain, and her eyes were silent.

The phoenix crown on his body was in tatters, and the red wedding dress was unbearable.

Her skin was delicate, and the marks were hideous, always reminding her of the torture she had suffered the day before.

The body that was poured by the cartilage powder medicine fell to his knees on the cold ground weakly, his whole body was shivering, his lips were pale, and a deep sense of fear extended from the bottom of his heart.

Thunder struck the sky, fear tore at her broken body, stiff and cold, her body spasmed unconsciously, and her delicate face ceased to exist, like a flower bone on the edge of the cliff that had suffered a storm, almost withering.

Jin Shu couldn't see her like this, and his five fingers pulled her delicate body and threw her outside the hall.

The rain was pouring down, thunder and lightning flashed, the wind was howling, and the cold rain pierced Jin Roujia's skin and penetrated through her internal organs.

Covered with a thick layer of rain waterfall, Jin Shu's handsome face was hateful, both of them were wet by the shower, the palace maids suppressed their breath and trembled like a sieve chaff and did not dare to step forward, and it seemed that only she and Jin Shu were left in the world.

"Jin Roujia!" Jin Shu shouted at her, her consciousness was a little blurred, the coolness on her body entered her heart and lungs, and the remnants of the two days of fighting Dimi were shaking in the wind and rain.

She opened her parched lips, and the rain ran down her lips and down her throat.

Thunder swept through the curtain and slammed overhead, consciousness gradually dissipated, and the delicate body was crushed by the rain on the cold ground.

"Roujia begs for a ...... death"

The hoarse voice reached Jin Shu's ears through the rain curtain, and he stood under the rain, letting the rain sweep away his gloomy handsome face.

Hearing this, he sneered, and his thin lips poured out without much emotion: "Jin Roujia, if you dare to commit suicide, I will order someone to pout the tomb of the concubine, and then hang the corpse on the city wall for 7749 days, so that the people inside and outside Shangjing can take a good look at the dignity of the demon concubine and the slut, and everyone who comes and goes can spit on her body!" You were born with a life that you owe me, and if I don't let you die, you have to give me a good life. ”

"You!?"

Jin Roujia's heart shook, blood gushed out from her throat, and in an instant, she gushed out and passed out on the rain-washed ground.

"Someone! Summoning the Imperial Doctor! ”

Jin Shu strode forward and hugged Jin Roujia, the person in his arms was fragile, unable to breathe, and almost wanted to die.

He opened a pair of bloody eyes, and his words were flustered:

"Jin Roujia! Without my will, you are not allowed to die! ”

The imperial doctors of the Tai Hospital continued to diagnose the pulse, and the old doctors leaned over and whispered two or three times.

Jin Shu's face was gloomy, and he was still wearing the wet bright yellow dragon robe, sitting on the edge of the broadwood bed.

The imperial doctors trembled, and the newly married queen had the face of Princess Roujia, everyone tacitly understood it, and was cautious in their words, hesitating for a long time, under the emperor's increasingly gloomy low pressure, the old lady doctor trembled with her old body, and said carefully:

"The queen's mother was weak, physically and mentally depressed, and she didn't eat the rice for many days, and it happened to be raining, so she couldn't stand the fainting. The ministers will open a prescription for warming up and reducing fever, and decoction for a day or two, if the mother wakes up, she will be fine, if she can't wake up......"

"What if you can't wake up?"

Jin Shu raised his eyebrows, and the wet sideburns on his forehead pressed against the sharp eyebrows.

There was a monstrous anger suppressed in the deep move, like a tenacious blade carved straight into the shrunken bodies of the imperial doctors.