After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Hearing her voice, Emperor Yuan's heart trembled with tension, as if it would break in the next moment.

He looked at her facial features that were so stained with mud and blood that they couldn't see their original appearance, the eye sockets softened, and the wet liquid gushed out and was forcibly pressed down by him.

He lowered his head, kissed her chapped lips, and moistened her lips so that she would not be so chapped: Stop talking!

He almost begged and said to her: Don't talk, the imperial doctor will be here soon, you will be fine, Ah Yan, you will be fine, if you have anything to say, let me know when you get well.

Her dazed, clouded eyes stared at Emperor Yuan.

After belatedly, it seemed that she had discovered who he was. Her eyes became brighter and brighter, like two torches rising from the darkness, burning brilliantly in her eyes.

Qi'an! She laughed suddenly, the voice came from her dry and cracked throat, the hoarse and rough voice was broken and out of tune, but her blood-stained face smiled happily: Qi'an, is it a dream again?

She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch his face, but failed to raise her hand several times. Sensing her movement, Emperor Yuan hurriedly held her hand tightly and placed it on his face: It's me, it's me , I’m here, I’m here, Ah Yan, you’re not dreaming, it’s me.”

She was still smiling, her chapped lips were full of blood oozing, her face was covered in blood and mud, she was not human at all, only a pair of bright eyes stared at him without blinking.

Qian, come quickly! She murmured, the smile gradually froze on her face, and the fireworks in her eyes were also extinguished at this moment.

I'm here, I'm here, Ah Yan! Emperor Yuan squeezed her hand tightly, carefully hugged her on a cot just set up by the guards in the city gate, and called the imperial doctor to come forward: Quick, come and see Ah Yan, and heal her injuries soon!

The imperial doctor saw clearly the person on the bed who was being held in the arms of Emperor Yuan, and was taken aback for a moment, then carefully took Yange's pulse.

Emperor Yuan hugged the person in his arms tightly to comfort him: The imperial doctor is here, don't be afraid, Ah Yan, he will get better in a while.

The imperial doctor's complexion changed drastically in the next moment and he knelt down on the ground: Your Majesty.

His voice was panicked and trembling, and he said desperately: Your Majesty, General Ming is out of breath.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Emperor Yuan to react, he knelt down on the ground completely: Your Majesty, General Ming has been dead for a long time.

The next moment, Emperor Yuan kicked him on the shoulder, causing him to stagger and roll to the door.

If he was not still holding Yan Ge, Emperor Yuan would have killed the quack doctor in front of him with his own hands: Quack doctor, quack doctor, Ah Yan is fine, she was still talking to me just now, and she is still looking at me and laughing, you quack doctor, Come on, come on, where are the military doctors in the army?

All the soldiers inside and outside the tent knelt on the ground in unison.

This time it was not the military doctor who came in, but Song Qing.

He knelt beside the bed and felt Yange's pulse silently.

Emperor Yuan squeezed Yan Ge's hand tightly, still muttering in a low voice: A Yan, don't be afraid, when you get better, I will take you back to the palace, we will find the best imperial doctor, you will be fine.

Hearing this, Song Qing looked up at Emperor Yuan in shock.

Emperor Yuan saw that he was just checking Yan Ge's pulse, so he looked up at him dissatisfied: Are you going to see a doctor? Haven't you seen that the arrow wound on Ah Yan's chest is serious? If you cure General Ming, I promise you one. The imperial doctor should be the right one, if you dare to perfunctory, I will punish your nine clans.

At the end of the speech, a pair of eyes staring at Song Qing turned red, and the facial features on his face were distorted and even ferocious.