When Yan Yunbei heard the prestige, he happened to see a group of soldiers coming from outside the mansion, and from the way they were dressed, they seemed to be the guards of the capital.

"What's going on?" As he spoke, Yan Yunbei looked at the oncoming servant.

The servant trotted to Yan Yunbei's side, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva in his throat as if dry, and then said, "General, miss...... Miss she ......"

As he was talking, the guards had already walked not far from Yan Yunbei, Yan Yunbei looked at it, but he was stunned for a moment.

I saw a person lying quietly in the center surrounded by everyone, the person was dressed in a white robe, the form was serene, not stained with dust, as if he had escaped from the world, and this originally beautiful picture was broken by a scene.

The man's hand hanging from the stretcher was covered with blood, and the blood dripping from the shaking of the arm slid down the slender white hand, and finally converged into a strand between the slightly cool fingers, and as time passed, the blood droplets gradually became round and full, and suddenly slipped down from the fingertips.

"Smack. ”

The sound of blood splattering on the ground was inaudible, but it made Yan Yunbei panic for no reason, although he couldn't see the person's face clearly from a distance, but the crimson long sword in that person's hand Yan Yunbei recognized it at a glance.

It's Jin Ling!

Yan Yunbei's brain went blank for a moment, looking at the dying ice and snow on the stretcher, his heart sank straight as if he had been bolted to a stone.

At this time, a soldier led by him approached Yan Yunbei, bowed down and saluted him, and said, "General......"

Unexpectedly, the words in the soldier's mouth had not yet been finished, but Yan Yunbei's figure had long disappeared in front of him.

The soldier who came back to his senses turned around and saw that Yan Yunbei had already walked to the stretcher at some point.

The soldier hurriedly followed, and the mouth that was about to report to Yan Yunbei was opened again after seeing Yan Yunbei's blue and black face.

On the stretcher, Bingxue's eyes were tightly closed, but the originally ruddy lips were not a trace of blood at the moment, revealing a little pale, and the robe covering his left arm was also torn open a slightly larger opening, which exposed Bingxue's fair skin to the air at once, and bright red blood trickled out from the wound, which had already dyed a large piece of white placket, which was even more shocking against the white skin.

Yan Yunbei looked at the ice and snow in front of him, raised one hand, and stretched out to the wrist of Bing Xue's right hand tremblingly.

When his fingertips were about to touch the skin of ice and snow, Yan Yunbei couldn't help but close his eyes, if ......

Feeling the extremely weak pulse transmitted from his hand, Yan Yunbei's eyes opened suddenly, and he raised his hand and quickly clicked a few acupuncture points on Bing Xue's body, which sealed the blood that couldn't help but gush out. After doing this, Yan Yunbei breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and his tense heart gradually relaxed.

Just thinking that someone dared to hurt Bing Xue under his nose, Yan Yunbei's gaze immediately became fierce: "What the hell is going on?"

He had already explained that no one would be allowed to step into the general's mansion without his permission in the past few days. Before leaving the house at noon, I made a special trip to ask the attendants of the house, Bing Xue has been staying in the house and has never gone out......

The soldier who was questioned by Yan Yunbei faced Yan Yunbei's murderous gaze, where did he dare to delay, and immediately replied: "General, today the prince of Rui was assassinated in Liuxiang Pavilion, and the assassin knocked Miss Yan's lantern to the ground when he fled, and Miss Yan was fighting with the assassin...... Scratched left arm......"

Hearing this, Yan Yunbei looked at Bing Xue's left arm, and immediately looked stunned, this wound on Bing Xue's hand is just from the size of the matter, the methods of the person who did it are really ruthless and vicious, even if he doesn't want to take people's lives, it does hurt people a lot, it's just ...... This wound, this technique, how did he feel familiar for a while?

Yan Yunbei's gaze condensed slightly for a moment, and suddenly turned his head to the servant who was still staying in place and shouted, "What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you go and invite Doctor Lin soon!"

The servant shrank for a moment, said yes, and immediately turned away.

The layers of dark clouds in the night rolled and stretched out to the surroundings and slowly dispersed, and the inch of silver light inadvertently revealed poured down from the sky, instantly illuminating the entire courtyard, reflecting the cold moonlight, and the scenery in the courtyard added a bit of hazy beauty.

But the next moment this tranquility was broken, and a person hurriedly walked outside the courtyard, and as soon as the man stepped into the courtyard, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Doctor Lin, Doctor Lin, ...... Lin"

As he was shouting, a strong gale suddenly appeared in the air, blowing the pear trees in the courtyard from side to side, almost toppling, until the servants who came to call Linhua were so shocked that they couldn't speak for a long time.

"What?"

A low voice suddenly sounded from the sky, and when the dark pattern robe was flying, Linhua fell from the tree, and a trace of gloom flashed under the eyes of the servant, as if he was a little unhappy because he was disturbed for no reason.

Linhua saved his wife's life before, and it can be said that he is the benefactor of the general's mansion, and the servant did not dare to slack off, so he hurriedly bowed his head and said: "Doctor Lin, Miss is seriously injured now, and the general asked the little one to ask you to go and treat Miss." ”

Hearing this, Linhua was unhurriedly raised his hand to brush the falling flowers, and the falling flowers on his shoulders were rampant, and Linhua swept away the courtyard with the collar of the servant in one hand.

When the two arrived, the guards had already left, and Yan Yunbei was anxiously pacing back and forth in the main hall, looking out from time to time.

Seeing that Linhua was coming, Yan Yunbei's eyes instantly burst out of a fine light, and he called, "Doctor Lin!"

Linhua's eyes were fixed on one place the moment he came in, and when he heard Yan Yunbei calling himself, Linhua nodded at Yan Yunbei and walked straight towards the place where Bing Xue was.

When the wound on Bingxue's hand was revealed step by step, Linhua's steps became heavier, looking at the pale ice and snow, Linhua's hand hidden in the wide sleeve gradually retracted, and a trace of bloodlust flashed in his clear eyes, he knew that even if he would be afraid of ice and snow, or even disgusted, he would get rid of that person!

Inadvertently, Linhua's gaze swept over Jin Ling in Bingxue's hand, and when he saw Jin Ling's appearance at this time, Linhua's eyes couldn't help but stagnate.

In the candlelight, a red blood stain on Jin Ling's sword body snaked down from the hilt, and the blood stain carefully extended to the bottom along the complicated lines, reaching the tip of Jin Ling's sharp sword, and a touch of red flashed in the cold light, and the golden long sword coated with a layer of blood paint looked more and more dazzling in the night.

And the place where the red shot out of the cold light was the hilt of Jin Ling's sword, following the candlelight, Linhua saw that the divine bird phoenix that was engraved on the hilt of Jin Ling's sword had opened its eyes, and through the eyes of the divine bird, Linhua seemed to see the fate of ice and snow for a moment, and at this moment in the eyes of the red gold fire phoenix was pure red gold!

Suddenly, a faint light in the eyes of the red gold fire phoenix was fleeting, and the light in Linhua's eyes condensed, and a layer of dark red halo slowly appeared in the starry eyes as black as obsidian.

The scene in front of him began to tear up, shining with sparkling waves, but with a breath, the distorted picture turned calm again, and what appeared in front of Linhua's eyes at this time was the scene that had just passed by!

Linhua's gaze firmly locked the eyes of the red gold fire phoenix, time reversed, and the glimmer of light once again flew quickly in the eyes of the divine bird, this time, Linhua completely saw the light in the eyes of the divine bird phoenix.

That glimmer of light was not a simple light, or rather, a sigil.

The strange crimson light bloomed from the Dan book, and the exquisite penmanship book was the ancient and solemn talisman seal, and the crimson light burst out of the phoenix's eyes flowing, and every stroke of the talisman seal was meticulously and clearly described.

Lin Hua frowned slightly, and the talisman in front of him seemed to be a little familiar......

His eyes fell on the bright red bloodstains on the ground, and Linhua's eyes suddenly opened.

It's a blood pact!

"Doctor Lin, how is the ice and snow?"

Yan Yunbei looked at Linhua in front of him with a stunned look, and felt a little strange, could it be that his old eyes were dizzy, how did Dr. Lin's eyes turn red......

The hand clenched into a fist loosened, and Linhua stepped forward and raised his hand to catch the pulse of the ice and snow.

Really!

This golden feather is originally transformed by the feather of the phoenix, the ice and snow natal bird, but it is by no means an ordinary phoenix feather that can form a blood contract with people. And when the Phoenix God had not yet fallen, the weapon in his hand that was enough to terrify the Six Realms was Jin Ling.

Jin Ling...... This golden longsword...... It seems to be called Jin Ling!

Linhua's upright body slammed for a while, and the eyes that looked at the ice and snow were full of complicated colors.

Yan Yunbei saw Linhua's expression on the side, and his heart suddenly hung again. Just when Yan Yunbei was hesitating to ask Lin Hua Bing Xue again, Lin Hua's outstretched hand released Bing Xue's pulse, but he did not withdraw it.

The next moment, Linhua's slender right arm stretched horizontally, his plain hand was held in the air, his five fingers were slightly bent, his palm was weakly grasped, as if he was grasping something, and the dark sleeves naturally drooped, making the exposed hand whiter and whiter.

Linhua's move stunned the servants who were serving on the side, and after pondering for a long time, they didn't understand what Linhua was doing.

Yan Yunbei understood it, turned his head and hurriedly urged the servant: "Go and get the pen and paper!"

The servant suddenly realized, and immediately put all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones that had been prepared on the table.

Standing in front of the desk, the tip of the pen dipped in ink slowly fell, and a few ink strokes were leached on the white rice paper, and then a vigorous and powerful font quietly emerged on the paper.

After Linhua finished writing, Yan Yunbei took the prescription and looked at it, but it was difficult, Yan Yunbei hesitated for a while, but still said to Linhua: "Doctor Lin, these medicinal materials on the prescription, the old man has never heard of them for so many years......"