Walking to the edge of the bed, Xiao Jing stopped, his back to the candlelight, and his tall body covered a deep shadow.

His Danfeng eyes lit with a cold flame, looking at Shen Yi who was unconscious.

The woman's beauty is like a clear pear, the skin can be broken by blowing, and the breath is long.

Her illness came suddenly and was extremely strange. Several skilled holy hands took turns to diagnose and treat, but they could not find the cause.

While secretly seeking a famous doctor, Shen Houfu blocked the news of Shen Yi's coma, which was permeated under the gloomy clouds.

Xiao Jing's heart ached, and the tails of his eyes were red.

He slowly leaned down, half-knelt on the ground, and said in a half-hoarse voice, "Sister Ayi."

Shen Yi still had his eyes closed, and he didn't react to Xiao Jing's low, hoarse voice.

Xiao Jing's big skeletal hand trembled slightly, caressing Shen Yi's snow skin, rubbing it finely and densely.

Suddenly.

He took out a pill of nine incense sticks and put it in her mouth.

Jiuhe incense pills, made of nine extremely expensive and rare medicinal materials in the world, have the miraculous effect of clearing the heart and concentrating the mind and resisting toxins.

At that time, the queen had a premonition that she was about to die, and she was desperate and powerless, and her little Ah Jing was still so young, how could she survive in this cold palace full of intrigue and calculation.

There was so little she could do for him, to choose a loyal slave for him, and to prepare all kinds of life-saving and antidote pills for him......

The heart of the Son is truly heartfelt, and it is moving.

This single Jiuhe incense pill was one of the pills prepared by the queen for Xiao Jing.

Shen Yi was in a coma, and his lips unconsciously touched Xiao Jing's fingertips.

Jiuhe incense pill, finally swallowed.

Xiao Jing's fingers burned, and a tingling feeling ignited, attached to his bone marrow, spreading.

His eyes lit up like a drowning one, and he looked at Shen Yi quietly.

Looking forward to the next moment, Sister Ah Yi would wake up, and said to him with a smile: "Ah Jing."

No matter what the cost, he is willing to take it. Even if it is 20 years of life, or one step at a time, it will travel thousands of miles.

As long as Sister Ah Yi is well, he will be satisfied.

It's three ugly times.

The national teacher who was far away in the palace Penglai Ju had a cold gaze, with a fierce murderous aura, where was there an unfathomable appearance of moving all beings in front of people.

A long needle pierced the back of the puppet's head with the word Shen Yi on it.

Shen Yi's evil spirit is too heavy, and the speed of the transfer of the seven stars in the Big Dipper Seven Star Array is really slow, and there are faint signs of breaking free from the restraints.

Therefore, he used extremely vicious aversion to suppress and control Shen Yi.

After a while, he closed his eyes and said in a leisurely voice: "Amitabha." ”

As a national teacher, he should not be tired of the art of winning, but for the sake of the common people, he has to do it.

"Hmph......" Shen Yi's brain felt extreme pain.

Scenes from his past life began to come back to his mind.

Shen Celi practiced swordsmanship under the tree in Ji Fengju, the sunlight fell on his handsome and extraordinary face, his swordsmanship was superb and heroic.

Shen Zishan pasted yellow flowers for Gu Qingwei in the room, and the two raised their eyebrows, Qin Se and Ming.

Such a harmonious and beautiful scene suddenly took a sharp turn.

A group of fierce officers and soldiers boarded the gate of Shenhou's Mansion to raid the house, and those who could move away moved away, and those who could not move were smashed, and it was a mess.

Her fingertips froze, and infinite killing power arose in her heart, but she seemed to be imprisoned and powerless to move.

Ling Ling's cold sweat poured out from Shen Yi's delicate skin, wetting the light clothes, outlining the little man who hugged the snow peak, and was a little lighter than the peach blossoms of the branches.

If it were normal, Xiao Jing would definitely be a heart ape, and the blood all over his body was boiling.

Desires rise, and thoughts devour them.

At this time, Xiao Jing was only distressed and panicked, and nothing else.

His voice was hoarse and unspeakable: "Sister Ayi, but where does it hurt?"

"Sister Ayi......"

The nightmare of his previous life continued to entangle Shen Yi, and a deep voice sounded in his ears.

"Shen Yi, you have resentment and hatred in your heart, and you have taken great pains to recover the blood debt for Shen Hou's Mansion."

"The person you should resent the most is yourself, you led the wolf into the house, and caused the Shenhou Mansion, you are not sorry to die."

"The sky is destined, your life is shallow, and you can't resist."

Shen Yiyu's face was shrouded in a layer of sadness, and a crystal clear tear appeared from the corner of her eye.

Xiao Jing choked in his throat and hurriedly wiped his tears for Shen Yi.

The tears were slightly hot, as if they had burned his heart.

He deeply hated his powerlessness, he was so incompetent, he didn't know the cause of Sister Ayi, and he didn't know why Sister Ayi was so sad and shed a tear.

"Sister Ah Yi, you tell Ah Jing, what should Ah Jing do?" Xiao Jing is like a trapped beast.

Suddenly, a scorching shadow flashed in his eyes.

He stood up, his thin lips pursed, and the clear Adam's apple was rolling, slowly, imprinted on Shen Yi's tears.

His heart was trembling violently, exuding boiling heat.

So obsessive, so obsessive, so tireless, over and over again.

"Sister Ayi, A-Jing is here."

A warm wind blew in his ears, and a fire that was enough to burn the prairie was ignited on his side, vigorously colliding with Shen Yi's "Proverbs of the Last Days".

After Ye Yi and Ye Er outside Shen Hou's mansion escorted Xiao Jing into Shen Yi's boudoir in the middle of the night, they waited on a dense tree.

It's been a long time, and I haven't seen Xiao Jing come out.

They looked up at the sky, there was still half an hour before dawn, and His Highness, as a prince, had countless pairs of eyes staring at His Highness, and if he was not careful, he would invite trouble.

Even if His Royal Highness is concerned about Miss Shen, it is not appropriate to stay for a long time.

Night One and Night Two whistled.

Xiao Jing, who was in Shen Yixiang's boudoir, heard their urging, and his Danfeng eyes were full of extremely heavy and deep affection.

Sister Ah Yi didn't wake up, and he didn't want to leave in his heart.

But breaking into her boudoir in the middle of the night was already abrupt. If it is discovered again, I am afraid that it will damage the reputation of Sister Ah Yi.

Yu Guang found the lantern he had given Shen Yi, and Xiao Jing's slender hands covered his heart.

I heard a rumor, and sacrificed the lamp with the blood of my heart, and what I asked for would be as I wished. However, this rumor cannot be confirmed.

Even if there are such idiots in this world, they are willing to risk their lives for this absurd rumor.

He is like a moth to a fire, and he will not hesitate to destroy himself.

For Sister Ayi, he is willing, even if there is only the slightest hope.

Even if it comes to the end, it's just a luxury.

……

Early the next morning.

The sunlight shines through the shadows of the trees, dappled and leaps to the flower windows.

Hanae frowned, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Suddenly.

She saw Shen Yiting standing in front of the window, wearing a plain white dress, and her jade face was light.

The breeze is coming, and the fragrance seems to be there but there is not, and it is secretly coming.

Hua Zhi immediately rubbed her eyes, as if she thought she was hallucinating.

Her tone was a little surprised: "Miss, are you sober?"

Shen Yi bowed slightly, and his voice was slow and soft: "I just woke up."

"It's worrying everyone."

Huazhi was overjoyed and burst into tears.

(End of chapter)