The assassination of the Blessing Temple seems to have been known long ago, and none of the rebellious parties escaped, except for the Sixth Highness, who was seriously injured.

Ling Siqing watched the blood from the corners of Qiao Muyu's mouth continue to gush out, staining the corners of his clothes, tears flowing slowly with thick affection, it seemed that many words hidden in his heart actually entered his thoughts little by little.

When Qiao Muyu's lips fell, there was a kind of blood, a touch of sourness, and a heartbreaking pain.

Ling Siqing suppressed the nausea in her chest, and greedily devoured his blood, maybe only in that way could her blood flow less, and she could have a sense of safety to deceive herself, but the more she drank more and more blood, the stronger and stronger the fishy smell, made her swallow gradually become more and more frequent, and her heartbeat became more and more messy, so messy that she seemed to forget to breathe.

"Siqing, you can't escape, you are mine, with blood as the seal." The smile on the corner of his lips seems to have never been less since then, that kind of smile is a kind of pride, but also a kind of satisfaction after a decision.

"Qiao Muyu, I don't want you to die, even if I will never recover, I don't want you to die......"

Qiao Muyu's eyes gradually blurred, but his voice became softer and softer, "Fool, you are mine, you are mine." Gently, his lips slipped, his head rested quietly on her shoulder, quietly, quietly losing consciousness.

Ling Siqing stiffened, afraid that his slightest movement would wake him up from his sleep.

Time seemed to stop at a moment, she quietly felt his blood warm her body, but what was cold was her own heart, as if falling into the ice spring of Cuiping Mountain, losing its temperature little by little.

When Jin Hua saw this situation, she felt heartache, and immediately ordered the imperial doctor to come forward for treatment, and she carefully pulled Ling Siqing away.

"Sister, is this heartache?" Ling Siqing looked at her with a pale and desperate expression.

Jinhua didn't say anything, just took her into his arms, let her feel a trace of warmth, warm her heart that was getting cooler and cooler, even if it couldn't replace Qiao Muyu, at least it could be warmer.

"Sister, tell me what kind of person he was when I met him......"

The Blessing Temple fell into a tense atmosphere, Qiao Muyu was seriously injured, so people had to deal with it carefully, and Li Su also received a notice to rush over and quickly join the imperial doctor's diagnosis and treatment.

Ling Siqing was accompanied by Jinhua, but he didn't speak anymore, just sat at a distance, quietly looking at the busy people in the room, but his heart didn't know where to drift, the people walking in front of him, the clear water brought in, the blood poured out, the stark contrast, numbly made people feel like death.

It grew dark, and it grew brighter and brighter, and it grew darker and darker again.

The heart has always been cold, it has never been warm, for a whole day and a night, the dead heart is still tormented, tormented in the fire, tormented in the cold, but does not feel pain, can only sit quietly, can not see the dawn.

It wasn't until the candle flame in the room was lit again, and it wasn't until Li Su stood up straight and beckoned the imperial doctor to come out of the room, that Ling Siqing suddenly stood up as if he was frightened, "Li Su, how is he?" What do you think? It turned out that she had never been numb, but because she was too nervous, she was focused on the doctor's every move.

Seeing her frowning nervously, Li Su nodded, and slowly spoke: "Life is saved, you just need to recuperate, I'm afraid it will take time to wake up, if you are in a bad mood, you can't heal if you run around all day." ”

Ling Siqing's tense emotions suddenly relaxed, and he nodded, only to suddenly feel a slight pain in his abdomen, and he couldn't help frowning.

Li Su saw her hand on her lower abdomen, her brows suddenly furrowed, her mind moved slightly, she pulled her hand and touched it, and then said in a deep voice very sternly: "You have a fetal gas, why don't you say it all the time, you are nervous, this is not good for the child." Ling Siqing's heart, which had just been relieved, suddenly rose again, "Li Su, help me, save this child." ”

Li Su wanted to slap Ling Siqing very much, he wanted to abandon his child so ruthlessly a few days ago, how could he know that Lu Dao cherished it at this time, but he didn't have the heart to joke, so he immediately placed her on the low couch next to him and took the silver needle, "It may hurt a little if the needle is pierced into the acupoint, you must endure it, and the pain will be shouted, it's okay." ”

Ling Siqing nodded, motioning for Li Su to take the needle, and the sharp pain suddenly grabbed the nerves.

It really hurts, but this pain can't withstand the pain in his heart, Ling Siqing understands that compared to losing Qiao Muyu or losing this child, this little pain is really not worth mentioning, and Jinhua on the side can only guard carefully, silent.

After a long time, Li Su finished administering the needle, prescribed the side medicine, and gave another advice, which couldn't help but make people breathe a sigh of relief.

"The child is saved, remember to move the fetal gas again, the child should have stabilized after three months, but your recent spirit is too nervous, and the spirit of the adult directly affects the spirit of the child in the womb, you remember it yourself."

"Thank you, Li Su." Ling Siqing said sincerely, his face a little pale.

Li Su didn't say anything, glanced at Jinhua, went out of the hall to decoction medicine, this time there were two more wounded, and even the Blessing Temple had become a sanatorium, if you want to leave to go back to the prince's mansion, I am afraid that it will take time, so I can only stay first.

Ling Siqing saw that they were all gone, so he cautiously walked to the side of the bed, did not speak, and smiled warmly.

After a while, Li Su brought the medicine and waited for Qiao Muyu to drink the medicine, Ling Siqing also swallowed the bitter medicine, and then called the maid to exit the room, and there were only two of them left in the space in an instant.

"I'm sleepy too, let's sleep together!" She lay gently beside him and let out a long breath.

Jin Hua walked in, and when he saw Ling Siqing like this, he didn't stop him much, just let his subordinates stay outside the door tightly, waiting to deal with the emergency incident, clean up everything, and slowly paced away, leaving a quiet space for the two of them.

This night, Ling Siqing slept very deeply, so heavy that he forgot his mission of taking care of Qiao Muyu.

She was heavily who was by his side, forgetting that his injuries were more serious and needed to be taken care of at all times, forgetting that her body had just recovered, and she also needed to be careful, just forgot and slept quietly beside him.

The mind is very heavy, but it is holding hands, and there is a kind of happiness that gradually spreads.

When she woke up, Qiao Muyu had already woken up, and what she saw was his deep gaze. He didn't speak, she didn't speak, reluctant to leave each other's sight, just watched quietly.

What is entangled is the sight, you have me, I have you, but they are all a kind of uniqueness.

What is nostalgic for each other is longing, melodious. There was a faint satisfaction in her calm eyes, just because of his peace; His deep eyes are full of soft affection, so he is soft and fragrant.

When his head slowly lowered, she would involuntarily raise her head, just because she was afraid that he would pull at the wound.

The two lips touched, it was his tossing and turning, it was her warmth, natural and casual, so that the two slightly cold hearts gradually warmed up. He said that she is his in this life, and he is hers in this life.

Such an oath does not need to be spoken, it is just done, and there is no such ornate oath.