After learning the news, Ning Xin quickly took her things and people to Dali Temple.

often came over, and she rushed directly to the backyard to live without reporting.

"Brother Chu! Brother Chu, are you okay! ”

It's rare for Ning Xin to have such a rampage, her little face is pale, and her forehead is sweaty, and it seems that she is already in a hurry all the way.

Pushing open the door of Chu Shen's room, the smell of Chinese medicine mixed with the smell of blood in the room almost made Ning Xin's eyes split.

She shouted Chu Shen's name, directly ignored the few people standing in front of the bed, and flew to the side of Chu Shen's bed.

Chu Shen was only covered with a thin brocade quilt, and his arm was wrapped with thick gauze, and his face was pale.

Ning Xin almost didn't shed tears when she saw this.

She wasn't so emotional that she couldn't see others getting hurt.

Even if Mo Qingyuan was injured, she probably didn't have such a big reaction.

After all, that's the protagonist, there is an aura shrouded in it, and no matter what, he won't die.

But Chu Shen is different......

He was just an unknown NPC like himself, and if he was really seriously injured all of a sudden, Ning Xin didn't know if he would be able to save him......

"Sister Meizi, call someone to come and show him."

didn't even have time to say a word to Chu Shen, as soon as Ning Xin waved her hand, the few people she brought hugged her.

It turned out that all these people she brought were Langzhong, who was good friends with Meizi.

They are good at everything, and everyone carries a huge medicine box.

The most outrageous thing is Ning Xin's maid Wutong, who is still holding a ginseng as long as a forearm in her arms....

Chu Xintao and Mo Qingyuan were both watching from the side, silent.

Ning Xin, this girl, has been seeing her mature and sophisticated appearance since she knew her, as if such a person who could not be defeated when the sky fell, she was in a hurry to ignore anything today.

The two of them glanced at each other, and they couldn't help but think of Chu Shen's careful thinking about his intention to marry the Ning family before......

Don't talk about it..... there seems to be a way to do this!

But the female doll is still too young now, and a person like Mo Qingyuan, who is so polite, can't see that the two of them are so overstepping, so he waved his hand and stopped the almost multidisciplinary consultation on the bed.

"It doesn't have to be so serious, Chu Shen just injured his arm and lost too much blood, not to die."

At this time, Meizi, who was holding Chu Shen's pulse just now, also raised his head and echoed: "Yes, this young master's body is fine, just eat more blood-tonic nourishment." ”

After speaking, she quickly glanced at the old ginseng that Wutong was holding in her arms, and added: "The ginseng king is too supplemental, but I don't dare to use it for him, I'm afraid it will make up for some problems." ”

That's a hundred-year-old ginseng king, a little ginseng can heal the bones of life, but plums can't be wasted at all.

"It's okay, that's good, that's good."

Hearing that Chu Shen was fine, Ning Xin's heart finally relaxed.

She beckoned everyone to leave first, and she stopped Mo Qingyuan and Chu Xintao, wanting to ask about the attack on Dali Temple yesterday.

As everyone knows, after she left, she was on the sickbed behind her.

There was a little boy who was wounded.

His handsome face, which was covered in the quilt, was quietly dyed red......

……

"I didn't expect this Yue Guifei Niangniang to be so breathless."

I heard that Concubine Yue's people attacked Dali Temple at night last night, and they directly wanted to take Mo Qingyuan's life, but they just happened to meet Chu Shen halfway, and he reacted faster, and he saved Mo Qingyuan from the knife.

Mo Qingyuan also said in a deep voice: "Early this morning, I have already compiled what happened last night into a song and presented it to the early dynasty, just waiting for the saint to judge." ”

He was the most upright man.

He didn't believe that it had reached such a point, the demon concubine was in calamity to the country, no matter how good the saint was, he shouldn't cover her anymore.

But Ning Xin was no longer so optimistic.

After all the things she had been going through, she had little faith in the one on the dragon chair.

It's just a mediocre person.

If he can protect Gu Fei and Concubine Yue once, he may cover up the second time.

"Master Mo, take care of Brother Chu's injuries first, don't be too optimistic about this matter."

didn't say anything to death, but Ning Xin had already expressed her attitude towards this matter.

After leaving Dali Temple, Ning Xin's mood was very low all the way.

She and Mo Qingyuan are on top of a gambling game, and they are still planning here.

But the opponent has already shown his cards.

People hold the trump card of the emperor, even if they calculate to death, what can they do? ?

But......

But......

But why?!

Should these NPCs, who aren't part of the protagonist, go with the flow?

No way! She wants to maintain the dignity of her NPC comrades!!

Ning Xin had insomnia this night.

The candle in the room was lit all night without going out.

She didn't know what she was thinking, but until the East was white, she still didn't convince herself to accept this cannibalistic feudal era.

She wants to resist, even if there is no light ahead.

She's still going to try.

She thought about it all night, and only fell asleep when the sky was bright.

I slept for two hours, and when I woke up again, it was almost noon.

She was called up by Wutong to wash and eat, and she just wanted to say that she couldn't eat, when she saw Alin running in mysteriously from outside.

Then he handed over a letter: "Miss, guess who told me to give it to you." ”

"Who?"

Where did Ning Xin have the heart to play a guessing game with him, so she snatched the letter and opened it to take a look.

With just one glance, her eyes, which were half-open just now, suddenly widened.

The handwriting on the letter was obviously that of Fourth Uncle Yu.

He practiced calligraphy under Ning Xin's nose, so his handwriting Ning Xin was very familiar.

Therefore, although the letter should have been written with her left hand, Ning Xin could still recognize it at a glance.

The handwriting on it is crooked, very simple, but the meaning is very obvious: the day after tomorrow, Ning Xin should stay at home all day and never go out.

The day after tomorrow?

Why can't I go out?

"What's going on in the city the day after tomorrow?" She muttered.

At this moment, the door of the outer room was pushed open, and Nie Zhijing, the young lady of the Nie family who had not seen her for a long time, walked in, and as soon as she heard her talk to herself, she said directly: "The day after tomorrow, the more noble concubine will go to the Hongluo Temple outside the city to pray for the saint, everyone in the city knows, why don't you know?!" ”

What?

The more noble concubine went out of the city to pray for blessings?

As if thinking of something, Ning Xin's eyes suddenly widened, and she said again and again: "No, no, uncle!" It's going to be a head-off! ”

"What's the matter? Tell me about it. ”

Nie Zhijing originally came to Ning Xin to ask about the Salesian Bureau's school, but she didn't expect to bump into her as if she was crazy, so she hurriedly said: "What do you say, maybe I can help you!" ”

Right! The Nie family has both a father who is the first assistant and a brother who is a general.

"Sister Ajing, the day after tomorrow, can you take someone to Hongluo Temple, take me."