The little beast squinted and let Yun Lingxi rub the hair on the top of his head, not seeing the same viciousness he had towards others before.

The morning light gradually replaced the night, and the hazy light shone from the sky.

The falling flowers drifted into the tent and fell on the clothes scattered all over the ground.

The sleeping little beast had a petal on its head.

"Hmm......" A low moan of pain suddenly came from the bed, breaking the silence and warmth of the room.

Yun Lingxi opened his eyes suddenly.

Seeing the face of the person in her arms clearly, her pupils constricted suddenly, and she turned over and sat up.

Reaching out and pinching Mo Yechen's wrist, he slowly entered the internal breath.

At the same time, he looked sideways at the outside of the tent: "Call the national teacher over." ”

"Yes." The Praetorian Guards waiting outside the door responded respectfully.

Yun Lingxi stretched out his hand and brushed Mo Yechen's sweaty forehead, his fingertips trembling unconsciously.

His eyes were fixed on his lips, and his brows furrowed.

The little beast lying on Mo Yechen's clothes jumped on the bed and snuggled quietly next to his cheek when Mo Yechen groaned in pain.

In the eyes full of spirituality, there is the same worry as Yun Lingxi.

"Whoa......" It tilted its head and gently rubbed Mo Yechen's cheek.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether its hair was whiter or Mo Yechen's bloodless cheeks were whiter.

At the same time, in another palace far away from the Hanxue Dynasty.

Light yarn dances, incense lingers.

Between the slightly flickering curtains, there are two faint figures lying quietly on the bed.

"Isn't the Holy Spirit Maiden awake yet?"

The door of the temple was gently pushed open, and the warm sun penetrated through the slightly open cracks.

"Back to the hall master, I haven't woken up yet." The maid who was waiting in the temple replied respectfully.

The visitor walked lightly to the bed, glanced at the sleeping man between the curtains, and turned to leave again, leaving only an indifferent but coercive voice slowly dissipating in the hall.

"They woke up and told me as soon as they could."

"Yes." The maids were blessed.

"Hall Master, will the meeting in three years really be attended by the Holy Spirit Maiden?" The old voice sounded, full of vicissitudes.

"A hundred years ago, the Holy Spirit Maiden disappeared in my temple for some reason, and over the past hundred years, the bloodline of my temple has become weaker and weaker, and now, only her bloodline can barely participate in the conference."

The indifferent and majestic voice from before sounded again, overflowing with helplessness and faint pain.

"But in this way, we have no chance of winning, and we are facing ......"

"After the ceremony, dismiss the disciples in the hall and go to the four countries, only in this way can there be a glimmer of life."

"But the hall master, we can't appear in Shikoku."

"It's okay, just seal the disciple's memory at that time." In the majestic and crisp voice, there is sorrow.

"Is it true that the naïve is going to kill us?"

The sound faded away.

Only the unwillingness and sadness are left to pass away with the wind.

The bluestone forest is no longer the light-hearted and happy of last night.

Everyone's expressions became extremely solemn.

On the bed, Mo Yechen's clothes were open, and his chest was covered with silver needles.

His face was pale, and from time to time there were involuntary cries of pain, spilling from between the bloodless lips.

Between the tents, it was so quiet that you could hear the pins dropping.

The temperature of the warm sun gradually became hot, but it could not dispel the cold of the tent.

Inside the tent, the temperature is getting colder and colder.

Yun Lingxi leaned against the end of the bed, her eyes drooping, making it impossible to see the emotions in her eyes.

However, every time Mo Yechen groaned, her eyelashes fluttered.

Cheeks, taut and tightening.

I don't know how long it took, but Yinxue put away the last silver needle.

Fu Shiyu hurriedly asked softly, "Yinxue, what's wrong with my brother-in-law?" ”

Yun Lingxi raised his eyes slightly, and lowered his eyes again.

Yin Xue didn't answer him, and after putting away the silver needle, she pulled Mo Yechen's wrist to probe the pulse.

After a moment, surprise crossed his eyes.

Changed his hand and continued to take the pulse.

His movements fell in the eyes of the others, and his breathing unconsciously became lighter.

Dugu Wu sat at the table, his fingers curling his hair, lazy and worried.

She glanced at Yun Lingxi with beautiful eyes and pursed her lips, but she didn't know how to comfort her.

Just as everyone was holding their breath and worrying, Yin Xue lightly placed Mo Yechen's wrist on the brocade quilt.

The thin and white wrist, on the light blue brocade quilt, was so fragile that it seemed to shatter at the slightest touch.

Yin Xue looked at Yun Lingxi, who had been leaning quietly at the end of the bed, thought for a while, and slowly spoke: "Shizi's old disease has recurred this time, fortunately, his body has improved under the warmth of Biying's hesitant fruit during this period of time, and the needle application is timely, which has not caused heart disease. ”

Hearing his words, the people in the tent breathed a sigh of relief.

The heart that hung in his throat was also put down.

But with that comes intense apprehension.

According to Dugu Siyi, heart disease has progressed to the stage of heart failure, and no one has ever survived seven episodes.

And Mo Yechen, in the stage of heart failure, has had five attacks of heart disease......

Death is already very close to him.

"I'm sorry for you." Yun Lingxi stood up straight, his voice hoarse.

As soon as she spoke, she realized that her throat was aching.

Yin Xue stood up, looked at the little beast that was quietly next to Mo Yechen's neck, and hesitated: "This time I took the pulse of the prince, and I found that there seemed to be a faint power in his heart, protecting his heart. ”

When Yun Lingxi heard this, he turned his head to look at him: "Was there before?" ”

Yin Xue shook her head affirmatively: "No." ”

"The power that protects his heart? Could it be the internal information that my sister entered before? Murong Qing walked to the bed and looked at Yin Xue.

Yin Xue shook her head slowly: "No, it's not the internal breath, the internal breath of Lingxi is input into the body of the prince, as long as the transmission is stopped, it will dissipate, but this faint power seems to be able to exist forever." ”

Speaking of this, he frowned, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Yun Lingxi's eyes twitched slightly, and he quietly glanced at the little beast sleeping next to Mo Yechen.

Dugu Wu and the others glanced at each other, their eyes overflowing with confusion.

Yin Xue narrowed her eyes slightly, hid the doubts in her eyes, and looked at the herbs on the table: "Lingxi, did you pick these herbs?" ”

The herbs on the table, some of the leaf petals still have water droplets on them, and the soil at the roots is still wet, apparently just picked.

The copy of the Imperial Tomb is about to open, and after the end of the Imperial Tomb, the Hanxue Dynasty has come to an end and started a new journey

Yun Lingxi followed his gaze, and then looked at the snow-white beast nestled in Mo Yechen's neck, with a little subtlety in his eyes: "It was picked by this little guy." ”

When her words fell, everyone in the tent was stunned.

Then, in shock, they looked at the snow-white beast sleeping with its eyes closed.

Qingluan swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and his eyes were full of shock: "What kind of animal is this?" ”

However, no one could answer her.

This question is probably known only to God.

"It's, it's not a cedarmon." After a while, Yin Xue blinked her sour eyes and slowly spoke.

Master never said that the cedar beast knows herbs.

Fu Shiyu squatted on the side of the bed, looking at the little beast with his head tilted, leaning on Mo Yechen and closing his eyes, and inhaling with his little nose.

hand, slowly reaching out to the little beast.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the little beast's hair, the sleeping little beast suddenly opened its eyes.