A group of subordinates watched Jiang Rin straighten his back, walked to the front of the steps, lifted the corners of his robe, and knelt down solemnly, watching them in high spirits, except for His Royal Highness, who had never knelt down and kowtowed to others, slowly bowed, and his forehead touched the cold steps.

On the night of the autumn night, the ground seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost, and every time he knelt, there was a cold invasion, Jiang Rin always looked the same as usual, there were already deep traces of wetness on his knees, and his forehead was also stained with ash and broken skin.

Xiao Shami silently followed Jiang Rin's side, following him step by step, step by step.

tirelessly walked more than fifty steps in a row, and Jiang Rin's speed was much faster than ordinary people in order to save people as soon as possible.

"If the donor is tired, he can rest in the same place, which is not against the rules." The little novice said to him.

Jiang Rin's forehead has gradually knocked out the color of blood, mottled on his white face, like a touch of cinnabar, the beauty is thrilling.

"No, there's no time left." Jiang Rin didn't have time to worry about him at all, so he only replied to this sentence, pursed his lips, and continued to climb up.

On the other side, the East Palace was very lively, the imperial doctors took turns to discuss countermeasures, and Jinxiu and Qinshuang instructed the maidservants to change the water one after another, and wiped away the cold sweat that kept pouring out of Lan Qing's body.

"...... You have to get better quickly...... Your Highness will definitely try to save you. Brocade brushed between her sideburns and neck.

In fact, Lan Qing herself is not a cold observer, and the scene that the people in the house can't see is that she is above the bed, continuously sending enough energy to her body to maintain vitality, and at the same time, she has to take care of filling in all the broken and twisted parts of this body.

She bit her lip, her ability to move around her hands growing, her brow furrowed, the task was more difficult than she had imagined.

But—

She remembered Jiang Rin's words, since this was the case, this time, she would definitely not, and she would not miss him in front of him.

With a healthy body, live with him and watch the first snow of winter together.

I won't want to avoid him anymore......

This time, she wants to usher in the most perfect ending with him.

For this reason, do everything you can, and do not hesitate.

Fine beads of sweat dripped from Lan Qing's forehead, and she was fully immersed in the matter of treatment.

The moon sets and the sun rises, the morning light is faint, the sky is cloudy, the sky is like a colorful glow, the crimson morning sun slowly reveals the traces in a corner, and the sunlight sprinkles all over the first floor of the steps of Yuntian Temple, the second layer of steps......

Gradually climbing, falling to the last step, Jiang Rin knelt all the way to the last step, his eyes were full of deep exhaustion, his body inertia consciousness was no longer able to get up quickly, the wound on his forehead had dried up, and traces of blood flowed from the wound on his forehead to between his eyebrows.

He licked the corners of his dry lips, the gate of Yuntian Temple was close in front of him, the grand and solemn wooden door was closed, and he reluctantly got up to knock on the door.

But I heard Xiao Shami say slowly behind his back, "The donor doesn't need to knock on the door, the family teacher is not in the temple." ”

Jiang Rin was shocked, and turned his head to stare at the little novice in surprise.

Xiao Shami said with a calm face, "The family teacher has already left for Beijing yesterday, and it should be related to the person the donor wants to save, and he ordered me to receive him here when he left." ”

Jiang Rin breathed a sigh of relief, and the strength to support his body suddenly disappeared in an instant, and he fell to the ground.

It's rare to be so embarrassed.

He sighed in his heart, glanced down at his hands stained with dust and blood, and kneeling all night with bent knees that could not be extended, without the usual elegance and nobility at all, and sat casually in front of the main gate of the temple.

The smoke of the cooking stove was rising, the incense in the temple was vigorous, Jiang Rin smelled the breath, and his consciousness was so tired that he was a little blurred.

The little novice stepped forward and said, "Donor, if you are not in a hurry, you can rest in the temple." ”

"Nope." Jiang Rin shook his head and opened his eyes again, revealing confidence in his inky black pupils, "I'm going to go back and see her." ”