Zhou Yinchen heard Taifu talk about the origin of this dagger.

The emperor had promised the empress that he would not hand over this ominous thing to the eldest prince.

He couldn't figure out why this black jade dagger got into Ye Mujing's hands.

He couldn't figure out why Ye Mujing would do such a stupid thing.

Is it because you don't want to see yourself?

Or is it because, although he always says that he doesn't care about what happened to him, he is haunted by what Dong Changyou did?

Or did he finally understand that he and Ling Shang were impossible, and thus felt that life was boring?

……

Zhou Yinchen didn't dare to think about it anymore.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally came to Ye Mujing's bedroom.

Ye Mushen's worried voice of condolences seemed to be sobbing lowly.

Zhou Yinchen gently placed the falling night on the table.

He didn't dare to look at the person in bed.

But I was anxious to know how he was.

It must not be ...... Leave him alone.

The doctor arrived late, observed the wound on Ye Mujing's abdomen for a long time, rolled his eyelids again, and then closed his eyes to check his pulse.

The wounds are narrow, deep, and severe, but these are not the most difficult problems.

The sinister aura that the dagger seeped into Ye Mujing's body was the biggest threat to Ye Mujing's life.

The doctor deliberately did not touch Ye Mujing's wounds, and pierced him with silver needles, hoping to draw out the evil qi that flowed into his body in the falling night.

As night fell, Lu Qian lit the candlesticks in every corner of the room.

The candle shadow is sufficient, and the candle flame is flickering.

Zhou Yinchen's heart was overwhelmed by the boulder, and he felt that Ye Mujing's life was like this flame, and it would be extinguished with a light blow.

Snowflakes were falling outside.

Snowflakes drift across the window, leaving a momentary silhouette on the window paper.

Ye Mushen listened to the sound of snow and fell silent.

He remembered that Ye Mujing knelt in the snow for three days and three nights.

Now it seems that Ye Mujing did not do this for himself.

It's for ...... That young man who only has Ye Mushen in his heart?

Ye Mushen also remembered that in the cold winter thirteen years ago, he was cruel to that man from time to time, and made him kneel in the snow, kneel on the frozen pool, and even sleep on the snow......

He remembered that he had pierced the man's flesh with a sharp eaves of ice ballast, causing the ice to melt in his skin and make his body shiver unconsciously.

Ye Mushen remembered that the man had told him not long ago that he didn't like snow and didn't like the day of his birthday.

Is it because of yourself?

Ye Mushen grabbed the tea that had been on the table for a long time and had been cool, and drank it in a big gulp.

Coolness flowed from the throat to the limbs.

Ye Mushen frowned reproachfully: Why do you think of that guy when you should be worried about Brother Jing?

His heart was filled with bitterness.

It would be great if you could get rid of all the causes and effects that are untidy and messy.

The doctor finally stepped out from behind the screen, twisting his long gray beard with a solemn expression.

"How?" Ye Mu participated in Zhou Yinchen asked in unison.

It's just that Ye Mushen's voice was full of anxiety, but Zhou Yinchen's tone was heavy and hesitant.

"Your Highness's life can be saved for the time being." The doctor wasn't very sure.

"Hold on?" Ye Mushen frowned, "Will it fall into the root of the disease?" ”

"This ......" the doctor avoided Ye Mushen's forced gaze, "The old man is not skilled in medicine, so he can only continue His Highness's life for the time being...... If His Highness still can't wake up after three days......"

"Why can't you wake up?" Ye Mushen craned his neck and glanced at the hospital bed behind the screen.

"Because of this, right?" Zhou Yinchen stepped forward slowly, holding the dagger that Ye Mushen ignored in his hand.

The blood stains on the dagger had been sucked up by Mo Jue to leave no trace.