When Lin Tao heard the question, he hurriedly replied, "I have ordered someone to take down Ma Pu's body and return to the Imperial City for an autopsy." ”

"So as not to dream too much at night, and go back to the city overnight."

Lin Tao was ordered to arrange.

The group of Dali Temple returned to the previous Yizhuang, put Ma Pu's body into the empty coffin, and hurried overnight.

Seeing that Ye Junchen ignored her all the way, Eleven's clear eyes gradually became gloomy, like a pearl covered with dust, dim, with his head down, and walked forward slowly.

Lin Tao looked back at Eleven's listless appearance, raised his head to look at the night master beside him, the corners of his mouth moved, and he never spoke.

Ye Junchen naturally saw it, but he didn't want to have too much intersection with her.

In this way, excellent.

Lord Night didn't speak, and the others didn't dare to talk to Eleven.

Eleven had no choice but to walk beside the coffin, staring at the coffin and saying, "Now it's up to you to talk to me." ”

Carrying the coffin, the four catchers heard this, and their feet almost didn't go limp.

Girl, is it really appropriate to say this at this hour, in this scene?

They watched as the woman had been following the coffin, neither fast nor slow, muttering as if she was really talking to the dead body in the coffin.

The black curtain has been dispelled at some point, and the sky is white.

The Imperial City had just opened its gates, and there were not many people on the streets, and the vendors had just begun to set up their stalls.

Eleven licked the corners of his parched lips, looking at the dazzling array of food on the street and swallowing his saliva, even if he was hungry, he didn't dare to fall behind easily.

In her heart, nothing is more important than Ah Huan.

Back at Dali Temple, the catchers hurriedly sent Ma Pu's body to the autopsy room.

"Everyone has worked hard these days, take a day off, and start work the day after tomorrow." Ye Junchen looked at the tired crowd and said.

Without saying a word, everyone returned to the changing room, changed into official clothes and went out of Dali Temple.

"My lord, what should she do?" Lin Tao changed his clothes and saw Eleven sitting on the edge of the door, asking Ye Junchen.

Ye Junchen raised his head and looked at Eleven who was holding her body tightly with both hands, and only then did she see that her face was pale and there was no blood at all, and only then did she remember that her wound was inflamed and crumbling, and she might faint at any time.

Eleven heard the voice, raised his head in the direction of Ye Junchen, his beautiful eyes showed exhaustion, got up and walked in the direction of Ye Junchen.

"Ah Ye."

Ye Junchen didn't want to pay attention to it, but looking at her swaying body, he subconsciously frowned.

"Ah Ye ......"

The weak voice made his heart flutter, he never thought that someone could control his emotions like this, with a black face and was about to tell Lin Tao to ask for a doctor, Yu Guang watched the petite body fall to the ground, and before he could react, his body had quickly caught her.

The moment the delicate body fell into his arms, he realized that her body temperature was hot, and he hurriedly hugged her in his arms.

"I'll take her to the guest room, and you call Nanjing over." Ye Junchen thought of where she was injured, paused, and said in a low voice, "Let's call Nan Ling over." ”

Lin Tao nodded, looking at the back of Ye Junchen leaving in a hurry, and couldn't help but say more.

"Huh? Let Nanling come over? So nervous, do you really like it? ”

The guest room is in the west wing of Dali Temple, not too far.

"Don't sleep." Ye Junchen watched the little woman in his arms breathe weaker and weaker, and couldn't help but roar in a low voice, "Open your eyes and look at me!" ”