The deeply bent body in the painting shook for a moment, and when the voice hurriedly helped her to the side, Wang Miao quickly drugged her with his hands and feet.

They all have a misconception that they are all martial arts people.

Therefore, all those who were selected to serve in the snow house were powerless at the beginning, and they only learned martial arts after they were selected, and they only served close after they became small.

Unexpectedly, this point was recognized by the other party and this bureau was arranged.

"Send the corpse to Gangneung and let him put the corpse on Dongdajie for three days." Mo Sheng's hand slammed quickly and quickly on the table. Take it to show the public, and the people behind it must not dare to come to collect the corpse, so as to chill the hearts of the people below.

After a while, Yin Jiangling of Luocheng Mansion got up from the belly of the concubine of Xinna, did not dare to delay for a moment, and took his subordinates to hang the body on the East Street overnight to show the public, and the crime was to stab the master for the following crimes.

It was the second half of the night when everything was done, and the night was as dark as ink, and there were no stars. A cold wind hit, and Jiang Ling looked at the female corpse hanging upside down and swaying slightly, and a chill crawled up his back.

This mansion is difficult to do, and any person caught on the street of Luocheng may be a relative of the emperor. Fortunately, his mother, who died early, was the emperor's sister-in-law, and he was still raised in the palace when he was a child, raising with the princes. Even now in the last dynasty, the emperor still asks about his private affairs from time to time to show his cordial care. Otherwise, his head would have fallen off a few times.

Rao is like this, there are also many tiger butts in this Great Liang Country that he dare not touch, and this Lingrui King Ning Mosheng is one of them.

After the matter was completed, he returned home and continued to shine on the white belly of the concubine, and in the quiet night like a cicada, after two hours of long waiting, everyone finally heard a faint voice: Okay, it came from the room.

The stagnant air in the courtyard was relaxed.

Mo Sheng stepped inside, Chu Xue was still lying quietly, although his face was still pale, but he could already see the ups and downs of his body during his breathing. The dagger on his chest was also pulled out and placed on the low table next to the bed, and there were no new traces of blood on his clothes.

Mo Sheng slowly let go of the teacup that he had been clenching tightly, and fell to the ground.

Wang Miao took a few steps forward with his head half-tilted, looked at Chu Xue's face carefully, and stared at the wound for a long time, and the shock in his heart was incomprehensible. He has been a doctor for 20 years, and he has inherited a famous family, but he has never seen such a technique of resurrecting the dead, no wonder the imperial doctor who arrived later is Meng Chuanbai, who was respectfully invited back.

"She's fine, she'll wake up tomorrow." Bai Lu's face was white and green, and his dark blue eyes, which were originally radiant, were like gems covered in gravel, and his aura was completely covered.

Mo Sheng was about to speak, but Bai Lu said again: "I ......" Before she finished speaking, she felt that her mind was empty, and the person had softened.

Wang Miao, who was standing behind her, was about to help, but Mo Sheng on the other end of the bed had teleported over, stretched out his hand to fish, and Bai Lu was already in his arms.

Mo Sheng's gaze swept over Wang Miao coldly, fortunately, he had also been in the mansion for many years, so he instantly understood the meaning, and hurriedly stepped forward to take the pulse carefully, and his eyebrows jumped and jumped.

"How?" Mo Sheng was impatient.

"The pulse is a little weak, it should be caused by detachment, just take a rest." It's weird, it's just two hours of rescue, it's like using a silver needle to walk through the acupuncture points of the whole body, and you won't be so tired that you faint.

Mo Sheng's nervous heart was slightly relieved, and the beauty was as soft as a new willow, smooth as silk, and her waist and limbs were as good as a hand. His gaze turned upwards from the greenish face to the hairpin.