Fast-passing sick and tender male god Shura field

Chapter 24: The Reborn Prince of the Hou Mansion (24)

"Then you meow meow like a cat..."

Nan Xian's skin became scalding hot, in the double sky of ice and fire, she was dizzy badly, she felt that she might not be able to make it through and was going to die, and she would satisfy her astringent little Jiujiu before she died.

The young man was panting, and moaned softly like a kitten: "Meow~"

Nan Xian's heart beat faster, and the wound hurt even more. After being satisfied, she couldn't bear the dizziness and passed out.

"Nan Xian, don't sleep, don't sleep, I'll call you again if you like, meow... meow... don't sleep", Si Xiao touched her forehead with her fingertips in panic.

"What are you standing there for? Save her!" Si Xiao suddenly turned his head, his wet eyes were terribly red, and his eyes fell on a group of imperial doctors.

The imperial doctor's heart shrank with fright in his eyes, but he could only bite the bullet and hesitate to speak.

"General Si, Your Majesty was seriously injured, and...and the dagger is still poisonous, if it weren't for His Majesty's high internal strength, he might have died on the spot—"

"The ministers can only treat His Majesty's abdominal wounds. In a short period of time, the ministers really can't come up with an antidote unless..."

"Unless what?" Si Xiao said in a hoarse voice, "I don't care what you do to save her, otherwise I want you all to be buried with her!"

The imperial doctors looked puzzled, and wiped the sweat from their foreheads: "Unless there is Baiqing Wan, which is developed by the genius doctor of Baicao to detoxify, I might give it a try."

Saying this is equivalent to not saying it. There are very few people in the world who have seen the miracle doctor of Baicao. How can a character who exists in the storybooks of the world go to him and ask for Baiqing pills?

Sure enough, the room was silent.

"Save the emperor's life until I come back."

The tails of Si Xiao's eyes were wet and red, and his thick long eyelashes tremblingly looked at the person on the couch who had fallen into a coma again. After giving an order, he turned around and stepped out of the hall to lead people to search for Baiqing pills throughout the city.

The rain quickly enveloped the young man, and Si Xiao was trembling with fear. He was bloodied countless times in his life, and regarded human life as worthless. Today, he realized for the first time how precious human life is.

He didn't want Nan Xian to die.

Reluctant.

Thinking of that fresh face lying lifeless in the cold coffin and buried in the soil, his heart felt like being sharpened by a blunt knife, bitten by poisonous ivy, and it was so painful that it was about to bleed.

A young guard came up to meet him. Seeing Si Xiao's expression, he said anxiously, "General, the madam and young lady have been found. You should also bandage them a little. Leave the rest to the subordinates."

The clear rain slapped on the hard ground Zhuwa.

After Si Xiao left, the hall could only hear the slight chatter of the imperial physicians and the sound of changing dressings and bandaging.

Nan Xian's limbs and bones seemed to be immersed in sea water, so cold that it ached, but his body temperature was extremely high, his forehead was hot, cold sweat slid down his fair and delicate cheeks, and he frowned in pain.

It was this piercing pain that made her know that she was still alive.

"Seven Up," her instinctive calling system.

But Qixi did not respond to her as usual.

She opened her mouth uncomfortably, her throat was dry and hoarse.

Suddenly, someone squeezed her lips and teeth, and it seemed that something was stuffed into her mouth. It was very bitter. She subconsciously wanted to push it out with the tip of her tongue, but someone flicked her forehead lightly. She felt pain, and the thing in her mouth slipped down the throat.

There was a bitterness in her mouth, she bit her lip, and the next moment, her mouth was opened and a candy was stuffed in.

The sweetness dispelled the bitterness in an instant, she was not so repulsive, and vaguely felt that something was sprinkled on the abdominal wound, and the burning pain was even worse, she groaned a few times.

The peaceful zhenqi suddenly flowed into her body to sort out the eight extraordinary meridians for her, and the burning pain gradually eased.

Nan Xian opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw Mu Xuan, who was dressed in black and had a stern face, shouting softly like a mosquito: "Master...father."

Mu Xuan glanced at her indifferently, withdrew his hand, and put two bottles of medicine in front of her couch: "One bottle for internal use and one bottle for external application. I took the money from your treasury."

Nan Xian's mind turned very slowly at that time, and he just stared at him blankly.

Staring at her for a while, Mu Xuan paused when he stood up and was about to leave, staring at her inexplicably: "You are the first person who said that he was very happy to know me."

He is a killer, seeing him is equivalent to seeing the time of death, and it is the existence of contamination that no one wants to see.

"You really surprised me. You survived my assassination and poisoning. I killed countless people. The next mission has never failed. Only you broke my example. That one Jian Mingming..."

He seemed to feel that it was meaningless to say these things again, and he was silent for a while and said firmly: "And those pastries, you made them."

"Now I'll give you a Baiqing pill, and you're both cleared."

Nan Xian listened with a splitting headache, and suddenly realized something: "Master, you want to go?"

She still wanted to keep him.

Mu Xuan seemed to smile, that smile was not abrupt on his ordinary face, but maybe he often had the same solemn face, Nan Xian thought that smile was very touching.

"I won't miss the third time, goodbye is your death."

So... best not to look forward to seeing him.

Nan Xian's illness took a full three months to get better.

In the past three months, Si Xiao seemed to be a different person. How much he hated and hated her before, now he clings to her, as if if he doesn't stare at her for a while, she will disappear.

There was suppression by the Marquis of Yongrong, but nothing happened in the previous dynasty.

The news of Xi Jin's death spread to Northern Qi, and the king of Northern Qi immediately edited the book and expedited it, expressing that he didn't know what Xi Jin had done, and he had never had such an ambition to annex Dongyao.

When Nan Xian saw the letter submitted by the King of Northern Qi, Si Xiao had already gone to the border.

Half a month later, the army led by Si Xiao was invincible, and the victory was reported day after day.

Northern Qi proton Xijin vainly attempted to overthrow Dongyao's government, which was self-destructive. Dongyao was famous for sending troops. Although the other two countries were not reconciled to Northern Qi being swallowed by Dongyao, they had no choice.

Moreover, Dongyao's offensive was swift and fierce, and the Northern Qi retreated steadily. In less than a month, they were attacked into the palace.

On the day Si Xiao led the army back to the city triumphantly, they were surrounded by crowds, and flowers and melon and fruit sachets were thrown at this vigorous and handsome young general.

However, meritorious deeds are rewarded in the court.

The young man didn't ask for the king's honor, he knelt down in front of the emperor with his waist like a pine tree, and lowered his proud head: "I ask you to enter the palace, so that I can prolong Dongyao's descendants."

This matter was spread outside the palace, and was compiled into a storybook by many literati and ink writers, which was widely circulated.

Late at night, Kunning Palace.

The boy's strong abdominal muscles pressed against Nan Xian's lower abdomen, grabbed the scripture book in her hand, put the Daibi into her hand, and said softly, "Xian Xian, do you want to give me a thrush?"

What are you doing staring at the script?The script is as good as him?

"No", Nan Xian went to grab the script.

The last time I was drawing and painting, he turned into a wolf and stuffed it with sauce.

　The next chapter of the first plane is over~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)