When the county lord of Qinghui heard that Doctor Yan had brought someone over, she immediately panicked when she had no news. I don't know the reason, I don't know the situation, so the county lord of Qinghui learned that Zhou Hexi was in the place where the eldest princess of Jing'an once stayed, and immediately ran over.

However, there were heavy soldiers guarding the gate of the courtyard, don't talk about her, even Yi'anhou was stopped outside the door.

"County Lord, are you still there?"

"Master Hou, what's going on?"

Zhou Xiao sighed, explained the specific situation roughly, beat his chest and said: "Doctor Yan won't let me in, saying that the secret recipe for their Fengshen Valley Yan family to come back to life must not be leaked, how can I, Zhou Xiao, be the kind of ...... "anxious, worried, and sad...... Under all kinds of emotions, Zhou Xiao suddenly lost his voice.

"Master Hou, don't worry, don't worry, since Doctor Yan said that there is hope, let's wait." The county lord of Qinghui breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down.

Her judgment was that if there was really no hope, it would be impossible for Doctor Yan to bring people back to King Sheng's Mansion, and besides, he claimed that the Yan family's secret recipe could bring the dead back to life, so sure, it showed ...... Hexi will definitely be saved!

The emotions of the county lord of Qinghui infected Zhou Xiao, making his broken heart feel a little better. After a pause, he pointed to the courtyard gate and said, "Isn't this the residence of His Royal Highness King Sheng?" ”

"It's not." Lord Qinghui explained seriously, "This is where Aunt Jing'an used to stay, and Lord Hou also knows that there are no female dependents in the Shengwang Mansion, nor any maids...... Maybe Doctor Yan thinks that the place where Aunt Jing'an lived is the most suitable, oh, Uncle Sheng Wang must have agreed to this. I don't know what I remembered, but Lord Qinghui's eyes suddenly lit up.

Knowing the reason, Zhou Xiao nodded again and again.

At this time, in the bedroom, there were only two people, King Sheng and Zhou Hexi.

What is different from the past is that one is still in a wheelchair, and the other should be alive, but this time he is lying on the bed, his face is pale and lifeless, and Xiao Yu, who has seen countless dead bodies on the battlefield, suddenly has a sense of sadness that cannot be resolved.

Still, he sat beside her, motionless.

Yan Ji said that he was the only secret recipe, and he really wished that he was the secret recipe, the secret recipe that could bring the dead back to life.

After a quarter of an hour, there was no movement in the bed.

Half an hour later, everything was as usual.

Under Yan Ji's arrangement, people kept pouring hot water into the large bathtub in the bathroom, and from the outside, the servants were coming in and out, and it was indeed Doctor Yan who was treating Miss Zhou.

Before you know it, an hour passes.

The memories have been turned over, and Xiao Yu, whose thoughts are almost numb, suddenly found that the people on the bed seem to have really changed...... He opened his eyes wide, and looked and looked, and suddenly, his heart was struck by something, yes, her skin was not so pale, this ...... What does it mean?

At this time, Xiao Yu didn't dare to think about anything, he only leaned closer, he supported his body with his hands, and struggled to transfer from the wheelchair to the side of the bed, and sat down on the footstool. In less than a quarter of an hour, he obviously noticed that Zhou Hexi's little face was two more points bloody.

With a "boom" in his brain, he seemed to know what kind of secret recipe he knew.

Xiao Yu did not hesitate to hold those small hands, although they were so warm, but his heart was full of hope.

The big hand wrapped the small hand, Xiao Yu stared intently at the already blood-colored face, and not long after, a shocking scene appeared, the face gradually became ruddy, and at a speed visible to the naked eye. His sword eyebrows were furrowed, his starry eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at it stubbornly, refusing to let go of the slightest.

Her eyes slowly swept over her white forehead, thick eyelashes, small nose bridge, and red lips, and found that her face was not only becoming more and more ruddy, but also the tip of her forehead and nose began to sweat.

There was no time for ecstasy, he suddenly had a bolder idea, and he did it without hesitation. So, he suddenly exerted force, blinked an eye, and he sat on the bed in a meditative posture, and in the next second, Zhou Hexi was already in his arms.

At this time, her little face was still slightly cold, and in Xiao Yu's opinion, this was no longer a big problem.

Sure enough, after half a cup of tea, her limbs began to move slightly, and her breathing gradually became louder, and gradually returned to normal. Just when Xiao Yu was thinking about when to evacuate and whether this level could be regarded as surviving the crisis, the red little mouth suddenly muttered, "Uncle, don't ......"

Xiao Yu: "......"