Fast time travel to heal the villain little poor

Chapter 315 The Beautiful Prime Minister Is Disabled (73)

"Brother Shen, Brother Shen, Brother Shen..."

Murong Yue kept calling him, as if to wake him up.

Seeing that he didn't respond, he wiped the tears on his face indiscriminately.

Suppressing the panic and fear in his heart, he put hemostatic medicine on the other wounds on his body.

Resting her palm on his heart, she could feel the beating under his hand, which gave her temporary peace of mind.

Just as she was in a hurry to go to the imperial hospital to find an imperial doctor, a hand grabbed her wrist.

"Cough cough..."

"Brother Shen."

Murong Yue immediately turned around and squatted down, with an anxious expression on his face, he said: "Brother Shen, I will go to the imperial hospital to find an imperial doctor to treat you!"

Shen Qingrong clasped her wrist, shook it lightly, panted and said, "Go find the eldest princess."

"Okay, I'll go!"

Murong Yue held his face with both hands, and gently pressed his dry and bleeding lips, "Shen Qingrong, if you dare to die, I will bury you with you!"

With determination in his voice, without waiting for Shen Qingrong to respond, he got up, turned around, and walked out of the room quickly.

She expressed her heart, but she was afraid of hearing Shen Qingrong's rejection.

Seeing Murong Yue leave, Shen Qingrong, who was lying on the couch, became more conscious and sighed deeply.

This is what he dreads most.

Every time he was injured and bled, Xiao Liu'er would be very sad.

So try not to let her see it.

If one day he died quietly like this, she would never see him again, nor would she know, nor would she be sad.

Unexpectedly, she still saw it.

Shen Qingrong felt the pain in his back, and the blood was gushing out little by little, staining the bandaged silk cloth.

His forehead hurt a little, but he still managed not to fall asleep.

He was afraid that once he fell asleep, he would never wake up again.

The words Murong Yue said before leaving made Shen Qingrong not dare to sleep, nor could he sleep.

He has always understood Xiao Liu'er's stubbornness.

Now that she said it, she would really do it.

Shen Qingrong felt a little tired for a while.

He wanted her to spend the rest of her life in peace, but now she was involved with him again.

In the future, if others find out about their relationship, it may cause Xiao Liu'er a lot of trouble.

Those who came tonight are all dead men, and they will never die.

Unprepared, he would be unable to deal with more than 20 people alone.

The back injury, even if it wasn't a vital part, would still kill him if he was bleeding profusely.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Liu'er will come tonight, and I don't know if his life should be killed.

If she had come a little earlier, those dead men would probably have hurt her.

fortunately……

Shen Qingrong closed his eyes slightly, recalled the little things between him and Murong Yue, and forcibly pulled himself together.

He thought that he was going to die here tonight.

What flashed through my mind at that time was Murong Yue's face.

She is his only thought in this world.

If he couldn't continue to protect her, he only hoped that Rong Xuan could keep his promise and protect her when she was in trouble.
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I don't know how long it has passed, Shen Qingrong's consciousness is chaotic, and he keeps recalling the things between him and Murong Yue.

When Zi Fu and Murong Yue arrived, the white silk scarf on his back was already soaked with blood.

Zifu hurried forward and put the medicine she brought on the side of the bed.

Fortunately, she had nothing to do in the palace before, so she made more medicines, all kinds, in case of emergencies.

Now it can come in handy.

Ask Murongfu to cut the silk cloth, and Zifu will hand over the hemostatic medicine she made.

Then he picked and picked among the pile of medicines, and took out a bottle of medicine powder.

He got up to boil a pot of water, took out the teacup that had been closed and washed it, and then poured the powder into it.

Shen Qingrong lost too much blood, and his face was terrifyingly pale. There is no means of blood transfusion here, so he can only temporarily use medicine to replace it.

Blood ginseng is a blood-enriching thing.

This medicinal powder made from thousand-year-old blood ginseng is really cheap for Shen Qingrong.

Take the cup over and pass it to Murong Yue.

Murong Yue took it, and slowly supported Shen Qingrong with the other hand.

As early as after Murong Yue came back, Shen Qingrong's tense consciousness instantly relaxed, and he fell into complete chaos.

The medicine was poured a little, but it couldn't go in no matter what, and it always overflowed along the lips.

Murong Yue felt anxious, so she took a sip by herself, then kissed his dry and hot lips, pressed her lips and tongue together, and pushed in with all her strength.

After repeating the cycle several times, he was able to drink the whole cup of medicine.

There was a slightly bitter taste of medicine in her mouth, Murong Yue turned her head, and was about to put the teacup by the bed, when she met Zifu's interested smiling eyes.

After realizing what he had just done, his fair face flushed instantly.

"Queen..."

"Well done, as it should be!"

The corners of Zifu's lips were slightly curved, and she continued to tease: "When he wakes up, Liumei, you must not let him go and let him take responsibility for you."

These inconspicuous words made Murong Yue's face turn red even more.

"Sister Huang...don't make fun of me."

"Sister Huang didn't tease you, your majestic princess has a skin-to-skin relationship with him.

Even though he was forced to do so, he also had to take responsibility for it.

Otherwise, wouldn't it stain your innocence? "

Now Zifu can't wait to step forward to join the CP with her own hands, Shen Qingrong's twisted temper, and she doesn't know when she will be able to get the hang of it!
After listening to Zifu's words, Murong Yue lowered her eyes slightly and looked at the man who was being hugged by her.

The coldness in the past seemed to melt away, and the elegant and gentle facial features softened, and the pale complexion seemed a little more fragile.

Murong Yue leaned down, pressed her forehead gently against his, and murmured: "Brother Shen, this time, don't push me away again."
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That night, the smell of blood filled the house, and Zifu didn't bother to clean up the corpses.

He moved a wooden stool, sat on the edge of the couch, and guarded Shen Qingrong together with Murong Yue.

In the middle of the night, Shen Qingrong suddenly had a fever, Zifu found some medicine and water, and asked Murong Yue to feed him.

As before, Murong Yue drank a mouthful of the medicine first, and then fed it to him.

During the period of feeding the medicine, Shen Qingrong woke up once in a daze.

Slightly opening his eyes, he saw the magnified red face in front of him, the moist feeling on his lips, and the strong smell of medicine in his mouth, all of which constantly stimulated his nerves.

Not knowing how to face it, Shen Qingrong simply closed his eyes completely, pretending that he didn't know anything.

Zifu had just gone to get the medicine, and now she was standing aside, trying to see if his high fever would go away, when she noticed Shen Qingrong's strangeness.

He gave a slight snort without giving any face, "Don't pretend when you wake up, do you want to take advantage of my sixth sister so much?"

Shen Qingrong: "..."

Hearing this sentence, Murong Yue was slightly taken aback.

Then he looked at the face in front of him, seeing his thick eyelashes like butterfly wings trembling slightly, there was no reason why he didn't understand.

Venting his anger, he bit his bloodless lips.

When Shen Qingrong had no choice but to open his eyes, another mouthful of medicine was passed in.

(End of this chapter)