His skin was fair, like a piece of fine snow jade, and his expression seemed to carry the arrogance from the mountains, and it seemed to be a clear breeze on the horizon.

He just lay quietly, like a wounded leopard, without a breath at all.

Wait, no breath??

Mu Jiujiu was shocked in his heart, since the beginning of the square, he had been in this position, motionless, the rise and fall of his chest was almost invisible, and his face was getting paler and paler......

This guy shouldn't take advantage of the emperor's efforts to go out and hang up secretly, right? ?

The more Mu Jiujiu thought about it, the more frightened she felt, her father was just a businessman.

Shinong businessmen and businessmen are the lowest level of this society, so the emperor issued a holy decree to let her marry into the Yue Wangfu Chongxi, even if her father was unwilling in his heart, he had to obediently send her to the sedan chair.

Originally, she didn't believe in Chongxi, and she was still thinking that after His Royal Highness King Yue died, she would escape from King Yue's mansion with her kung fu.

But now, King Yue not only woke up, but the emperor also asked her to serve him well, in case he died of serving, he also had to be buried with him, and then the emperor was in a bad mood again, so what if she let her whole family bury him? ?

Thinking of this, Mu Jiujiu couldn't help but call a few times softly: "Yue...... His Royal Highness the King of Yue?? Your Highness...... Your Highness, wake up......"

But no matter how she called, Beichen Yue, who was lying on the bed, showed no sign of moving.

Should...... Isn't it really dead??

Mu Jiujiu felt that she was about to cry, she carefully stretched out a finger and slowly probed under his nose, wanting to see if he was still breathing.

However, as soon as her fingers reached over, Beichen Yue, who had been closing her eyes, suddenly opened her eyes.

Looking at each other, Mu Jiujiu forgot to take his fingers back for a moment.

Beichen Yue's deep eyes narrowed slightly, and said to Mu Jiujiu in an unkind voice: "What are you doing??" ”

"Uh...... I ......" Mu Jiujiu came back to his senses, hurriedly withdrew his fingers, and said with an embarrassed expression: "I see that Your Highness has rubbed a little dirt on your face, so I want to help you wipe it...... That one...... Rub it ......"

Beichen stared at her coldly, and said in a gloomy voice: "If this king is not mistaken, he just talked to you not long ago, don't be afraid of this king." ”

Mu Jiujiu: "......"

"What, don't you understand what it means?? Also, a woman like you who doesn't know how to embroider, play the piano, or play chess should have never read poetry books, right? Beichen Yue sneered and said: "Do you want this king to explain to you, don't be afraid of this king, what you mean is that you don't touch this king." ”

Mu Jiujiu: "......"

You think I'm willing to touch you!?

Beichen glanced at her, and said in a faint voice: "Wind." ”

"The subordinates are here." With this voice, a dark shadow instantly knelt in front of the bed.

"Lift the king up." Beichen Yue towards the wind road.

"Yes." The wind responded respectfully, and immediately got up and stepped forward, holding Beichen Yue's arm, and letting him sit up against the bed.

Mu Jiujiu stood next to him and watched this scene silently, silent for a long time, and finally whispered: "The emperor asked me to serve you, and Your Highness, you won't let me touch you, so dare to ask what else the little woman can do?" ”