Li Quan came out with a cloak and draped it on Xiao Yingche's body, and he was about to cry, "Taifu, it's raining so hard outside, it's better to wait for the rain to light up before leaving." ”

Xiao Yingche gathered the cloak on his body, took out a pill and took it, and the light smile on his face was like a mirror, "The rain will not stop for a while and a half, human life is at stake, let's go." ”

Li Quan had to hold up his umbrella and carefully help him into the rain.

The wind was wrapped in the torrential rain, and it hit the body all at once, bringing a chill to the bones.

Even if Li Quan almost covered the umbrella above Xiao Yingche's head, he couldn't stop the torrential rain.

However, after just a few steps, Xiao Yingche's face turned pale, and his body trembled lightly from time to time.

Gu Yu followed him worriedly, trying to block the wind and rain with an umbrella.

Looking at Xiao Yingche's pale and weak appearance, panic filled her heart.

Your Highness, you may really lose the Taifu.

Except for Feng Wuxi and the empress, the rest of the people were not allowed to drive into the palace.

Li Quan had no choice but to help Xiao Yingche get out of the carriage and walk back into the rain.

The distance between the palace gate and the Qingfeng Hall was not close, and under the heavy rain, Xiao Yingche's whole body was instantly soaked.

Feng Wuxi stood in the corridor of the palace gate, watching his thin figure appear, his body faster than consciousness, and he dodged into the wind and rain.

"Brother Che, it's raining so hard, why don't you come in in a carriage?" She put her arms around Xiao Yingche's waist, half-picked him up, and led him to the bottom of the corridor.

Looking down, Xiao Yingche's face was pale, her eyes were closed and she was leaning on her shoulder, her bloodless thin lips were tightly pursed, and there was a faint blue and purple glow.

Feng Wuxi was shocked and raised her hand to cover his heart.

The weak and messy heart beating under the palm of her hand made her heart suddenly pinch up.

Just as he wanted to speak, Canglanxing's personal maid Lian Yue came out with red eyes, choked up and said, "Your Highness, the prince vomited blood again......"

Feng Wuxi's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously let go of Xiao Yingche and walked quickly towards the hall.

Xiao Yingche, who had lost his support, shook his body and staggered to lean on the pillars of the corridor.

The warmth of my heart dissipated, and a sharp pain suddenly swept up.

The whole body was drenched by the torrential rain, and the body that was already afraid of cold was almost numb, and the heart and lungs seemed to be frozen into ice slag.

Xiao Yingche bit the tip of her tongue tightly, barely maintaining her clear mind.

With a slight tremor in his eyes, he saw Feng Wuxi running towards Canglan Xing's back, and a trace of self-deprecating laughter appeared on his face as white as snow.

The wind carried the torrential rain and struck half of his body violently, one hand pressed tightly on his heart, and the bruise on his lips gradually deepened.

When Li Quan and Gu Yu arrived, they saw that half of Xiao Yingche's body was drenched in heavy rain, and at the same time gasped and rushed over quickly.

"Taifu!"

Xiao Yingche's slowly sliding body down was supported by Li Quan, he coughed lightly twice, and said in a low voice: "Silver needle." ”

The voice is as smooth as mutton fat and white jade, so low that it is almost inaudible.

Li Quan pursed his lips, held back his tears, and took out the soaked needle bag from his sleeve with trembling hands, "Taifu ......"

Xiao Yingche's eyelashes trembled, and when she opened her eyes, her slender and white fingers were bruised.

The silver needle was so small that his whole body was almost frozen, and it took three or four attempts before he could barely pick up the silver needle.

I took a deep breath and turned on the internal force that had been protecting my heart.

The internal force ran in the body for a week, and the chill around the body was dispelled, and the bruising of Xiao Yingche's lips did not subside, but became more and more serious.

Before leaving Beijing and being assassinated outside the city, he used his internal force in vain, and later used internal force to acupuncture the empress, and the heart damage intensified, developing into a heart disease.

Today, when the internal force is used again, the already fragile heart is overwhelmed.

If you use internal force in the future, it will probably be the time of death.

Xiao Yingche smiled in a trance, quickly pricked a few stitches near the heart, and when the palpitations eased slightly, he slowly walked towards the dormitory.

Outside, it's rainy, chilly.

The Breeze Hall is as warm as spring.

The palace people waited carefully in the hall, and did not make a sound.

Feng Wuxi sat at the head of the bed, frowned and looked at Cang Lanxing, and called in a low voice, "Brother Cang, Brother Cang......"

The girl's voice was soft, full of worry, and the end note was imperceptible with fear.

When Xiao Yingche came in, he heard Feng Wuxi's worried whisper, and his heart suddenly tightened.

He stepped forward slowly, covered his lips and coughed twice, "Your Highness, with me, he will be fine." ”