Xiahou Yu sat on the quilt, feeling like she was in a dream, and she didn't react for a long time, until Du Hui gently pushed her again with tears in her eyes, and said, "Eldest princess, I heard that the political palace is messed up, go and take a look!" ”

Only then did she come back to her senses, and felt as if her heart had been crushed by a big stone, but her heart was restless, as if she was about to jump out of her chest every few moments.

Xiahou Yu was helped up by Du Hui in a daze, put on his clothes, and hugged him to the Tingzheng Palace.

The night wind blew on her, and she shivered, and her mind gradually became clear.

Her brother, she tried her best, isn't it okay? How can you be unconscious again?

Xiahou Yu remembered her sadness, sadness, dazedness and confusion when her brother died in her previous life, as if she had returned to that night, which made her feel cold all over her body, her legs were weak, and her feet seemed to be filled with lead, and she couldn't lift it.

"Ah Hui!" She shouted Du Hui's name like she did when she was a child, and grabbed Du Hui's arm. Only then did she realize that Du Hui was trembling violently, and her face was pale.

Xiahou Yu sighed in her heart, and the ominous feeling that had been ignored before was like a flooding river that broke the embankment and flowed to her limbs, making her unable to take a step again.

For the first time in her life, she was born to escape.

In the darkness, the lights of the hall are dazzling, and they are as bright as moths to the fire.

She just wants to stay in this darkness, not looking forward, not retreating, everything in the world has stayed at this moment without change, she is listening to the elder brother in the political palace, and she is just asleep, those tragic fates, the bad luck of death can not disturb him.

Xiahou Yu burst into tears.

"Eldest Princess, Eldest Princess!" Du Hui shuddered and whispered to her, "You must hold on, there are more than us in the palace." ”

And the people of the great general Lu Yuan!

Xiahou Yu pursed her lips, her heart and mouth were crining, but the pain was like a blow to the head, which made her sober up.

Her brother is now lying unconscious in the side hall by himself, like a little beast with an open white belly, anyone can approach him, hurt him, and is waiting for her to protect him and bless him, but she is here to pity herself here, what if she gives others an opportunity to take advantage of?

What's more, her brother is just in a coma, and it's not a funeral, what is she afraid of?

How could she be afraid?

Xiahou Yu took a few deep breaths, shook off Du Hui's hand, and strode towards the Tingzheng Palace.

Du Hui's eyes flashed with distress and relief, and he tightened his heartstrings, and followed Xiahou Yu into the main hall.

The main hall was brightly lit, and the servants around Xiahou Youdao knelt on the ground densely.

Xiahou Yu entered the side hall without squinting.

The light in the side hall was not as bright as the main hall, only Tian Quan knelt in front of the bed with two attendants, and wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief for Xiahou Youdao, whose eyes were closed.

Seeing Xiahou Yu, Tian Quan and the two chamberlains were deeply prostrate on the ground.

Xiahou Yu didn't look at them, and went straight to the bed.

The bright light shone on Xiahou Youdao's face through the green gauze tent embroidered with cordyceps, vague, and he couldn't see it very clearly, but Xiahou Yu still noticed something unusual.

She blushed and shouted, "Palm lamp!" ”

Tian Quan and the two attendants didn't dare to move.

Du Hui personally took the lamp handed over by the palace maid and held it in the tent.

Xiahou Youdao's skin is white and delicate, even more delicate than a woman.

At this time, his originally fair face was grayish-blue, and the corners of his originally crimson mouth turned black-purple.

"How so?" Du Hui lost her voice.

Xiahou Yu turned around and raised his hand, and the lamp beside the bed fell to the ground with a clatter, and the lamp oil was all splashed on the ground, and a fire ignited with a "bang".

"Who is it? Who did it? Xiahou Yu's eyebrows lingered, and he kicked Tian Quan's chest with one kick, "You old slave, you actually let the Son of Heaven eat cold stones, don't you want to live?" ”

Tian Quan was kicked so muffled, but he didn't even dare to cry out in pain.

"Eldest Princess, Eldest Princess!" He was in tears, and he didn't have a word of justification.

Xiahou Yu knew that it was not Tian Quan.

In his previous life, after Xiahou had a funeral, he followed her out of the palace, and later followed her to the manor to help her manage the trivial affairs of the manor, and he was loyal and never made a mistake.

But who gave her a brother and a cold stone?

Her little uncle died in Hanshisan.

Xiahou Yu and Xiahou Youdao had both seen her little uncle's appearance when he died, so she especially hated people who took cold stone powder. Even when choosing a son-in-law, he put this in the first place.

It's impossible for her brother not to know how powerful the cold stone is.

How can you take Hanshi San?

Xiahou Yu kicked Tian Quan again, and said sharply: "What about the medical worker? ”

Or when he heard the movement, the medical worker bent over and walked in, and "plopped" knelt in front of Xiahou Yu, and stumbled and said: "The Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven is weak, and the cold stones are not scattered, so that's why it's ......."

Xiahou Yu sneered and said, "I still want you to say it!" Just tell me if you have a way, right?

The medical worker muttered for a long time, but he didn't say a complete sentence, let alone come up with any treatment.

"A bunch of waste, what's the use of the palace to raise you!" Xiahou Yu was furious and scolded Tian Quandao, "Which minister in the court often takes cold stone powder?" Quickly call him into the palace and show the Son of Heaven. ”

Those people have their own set of methods of dispersing medicine.

Tian Quan said in a low voice: "I have sent someone to invite Xie Danyang." ”

Xie Danyang, a famous man, is the son of Xie Maung, the former Han Anhou, the general, Shang Shuling, and Lu Shangshu. Proficient in music, working in calligraphy, good at piano making, young and famous but dissolute temperament, unwilling to move in Danyang Yin, known as Xie Danyang by the world.

He is famous for his love of serving cold stones.

Once, he was reprimanded by Emperor Wuzong because he was running naked in the downtown because of the cold and scattered stones.

Xiahou Yu's heart was slightly relieved, but he was still not at ease, and said, "Who else, please come together!" ”

Tian Quandao: "I have arranged for someone to invite!" ”

Xiahou Yu nodded, sat down in front of Xiahou Youdao's couch, and held his hand.

Xiahou Youdao's hands were cold, and his fingertips were a little bruised, which made Xiahou Yu's heart tighten again.

She lowered her head, put her brother's hand on her forehead, and prayed to the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

As long as she can escape this catastrophe, let her do anything!

Tears rolled silently from Xiahou Yu's eyes.

She thought that since the gods and Buddhas could make her reborn, they must be very fond of her, and she prayed for her brother, and those gods and Buddhas would be able to love the house and Wu and save her brother from life and death. Otherwise, why let her be reborn?

But those gods and Buddhas didn't seem to hear her heart.

The sky gradually turned white, Xie Danyang had not yet entered the palace, and Xiahou Youdao still hadn't woken up, but there was a small chamberlain who trembled and said to her: "The general is here!" ”

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I'm sad to write this chapter, so I've been grinding it, thinking that I don't need to write this chapter.

Ay!

There's another chapter later, don't wait, get up tomorrow morning and read it!

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