Conan's physique? The Crown Princess is involved in a murder case again

Jing Zhichen sat sideways, leaning against the stone wall, waving his hand as if he wanted to take a rest.

"Crown Princess, what is the biggest difference between the nuns in Funing Temple and the girls outside? If there is a third person, why would he take such a big risk and play such a secret trick? If you figure this out, perhaps all the questions can be answered."

After saying this, Jing Zhichen really lay down with his clothes on, muttered "asleep", turned his head and it seemed that he really fell asleep?

Xu Xingyin: “…”

Jing Zhichen's sleep quality really made her envious.

But then I thought again, Jing Zhichen had gone through quite a lot today, and I couldn't help feeling a little apologetic.

He moved carefully and gently, took out a handkerchief from his arms, used it to block the jumping flames for Jing Zhichen, and then began to think about the question that Jing Zhichen had just left.

Sometimes Xu Xingyin had to admit that some people's existence was really a gift from God.

Whether it's brains or looks, they are all first-class.

After thinking about it for most of the night, Xu Xingyin still couldn't figure out the question raised by Jing Zhichen.

Just as she was feeling upset, she turned her head and saw that the handkerchief that was originally covering Jing Zhichen's head had fallen off at some point.

Jing Zhichen's superior profile shone brightly under the illumination of the fire curtain. The sleeping Jing Zhichen looked very approachable. If he looked so harmless on weekdays, I wonder how many girls would have been charmed by him.

While he was thinking, his palm had unconsciously covered Jing Zhichen's face.

This touch is terrible!

Why is Jing Zhichen so hot? !

Jing Zhichen seemed to be in discomfort. Feeling the coolness of Xu Xingyin's palm, he turned over slightly and pressed tightly against Xu Xingyin's palm.

When Jing Zhichen turned over, Xu Xingyin discovered that there was a bloody cut on Jing Zhichen's back hidden in the shadow!

I guess it was the injury he suffered when he fell off the cliff, but he has been hiding it from me because he probably doesn't want me to worry about him!

Thinking of this, Xu Xingyin's heart tightened instantly.

After all, Xu Xingyin grew up in the general's mansion. Although he had never learned any martial arts, he still knew several kinds of medicinal herbs for treating injuries.

Seeing Jing Zhichen like this, Xu Xingyin didn't care about the dark sky outside. He casually took some fire and left the cave.

He groped for some healing herbs and filled them with some clean water, then hurried back.

Xu Xingyin returned to the cave, and Jing Zhichen's condition seemed to be worse.

In the light of the fire, the bloody wound looked particularly horrific, so much so that her eyes turned red when she took a look at it.

Xu Xingyin forced himself to suppress his emotions and did not dare to delay. He carefully began to treat Jing Zhichen's wound, but his hands were extremely gentle.

The collected herbs were crushed, applied to Jing Zhichen's wound, and bandaged neatly.

Then take some clean water and carefully feed it to Jing Zhichen.

After all this, Xu Xingyin was already sweating profusely.

Without caring about being dignified or not, Xu Xingyin leaned against the stone wall at the back, watching Jing Zhichen and paying close attention to his reaction.

About another hour later, Jing Zhichen's brows gradually relaxed and his fever subsided a little.

Seeing this, Xu Xingyin breathed a sigh of relief.

Once the tense nerves relaxed, he fell into a sleepy state in a daze.

Xu Xingyin did not sleep well. He seemed to hear faintly the sound of something breaking, followed by Jing Zhichen's low and painful roar.

The sudden movement startled Xu Xingyin. When he opened his eyes, before he could ask anything, he saw Jing Zhichen suddenly turned around and grabbed Xu Xingyin's neck fiercely!

Xu Xingyin was frightened out of her wits by the sudden attack. She struggled to break free from Jing Zhichen's clamps, but found that her strength was no match for the opponent.

The severe pain in his neck made Xu Xingyin's vision blurred. Besides having difficulty breathing, he even felt that his consciousness was a little unclear.

The scene before them gradually overlapped with the scene when the two first met.

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Xu Xingyin pulled open his sleeves and brought the red chicken blood jade bracelet on his wrist in front of Jing Zhichen.

The piercing red color made Jing Zhichen's eyes gradually become clear.

Seeing Xu Xingyin almost suffocated by his pinch, Jing Zhichen quickly let go as if he was burned by fire.

Jing Zhichen's eyes were full of shock and pain. He clenched his hands into fists and shrank into the corner, avoiding Xu Xingyin.

Xu Xingyin was lying on the ground, his heart still beating fast, but looking at Jing Zhichen huddled in the corner pitifully, he felt more heartache.

"Your Highness?"

Ignoring the pain in his neck, Xu Xingyin propped himself up and tried to communicate with Jing Zhichen.

The girl's usually clear voice was a little hoarse due to injury. Jing Zhichen lowered his head, his shoulders trembling violently, and he stretched out his hands as a gesture of refusal, as if he was enduring great pain.

"Xu Jiaojiao, don't come over here!"

Xu Xingyin was stunned. She had never seen Jing Zhichen like this before. The uncontrollable pain and tearing were really unlike that of the Crown Prince who was always so noble and self-respecting.

She didn't dare to move anymore and could only maintain her original movements, trying to make her voice sound calmer.

"Why won't your highness let me get closer?"

"I can't control myself, Xu Jiaojiao, I don't want to hurt anyone. Go away!"

Jing Zhichen's voice was low and hoarse, as if his throat was blocked by a huge rock and he couldn't breathe.

Xu Xingyin looked at Jing Zhichen, with even more worry in his eyes.

Xu Xingyin has already made a rough assessment of Jing Zhichen's current condition.

Jing Zhichen's emotions fluctuated so violently that he was obviously unable to control his emotions.

I'm afraid I picked the wrong herbs in the dark just now?

Did you make the patient worse by treating him?

Xu Xingyin pursed his lips tightly, took a deep breath, and tried to make his voice sound softer.

"I won't leave. How can I leave with peace of mind when you are like this?"

As Xu Xingyin spoke, he slowly approached Jing Zhichen.

"Can I accompany you? If you feel bad, wouldn't it be nice to have someone to share your burden?"

Jing Zhichen raised his head with an unclear expression, then he asked.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

Xu Xingyin shook his head, with only determination and concern in his eyes, without the slightest fear or retreat.

"Your Highness is my husband, what is there to be afraid of?"

That short sentence was like a warm current that passed through his cold and confused heart.

"But I'm afraid, Xu Jiaojiao..."

Before Jing Zhichen could finish his words, Xu Xingyin had already gently held his hand.

At this moment, the warmth in the palm of his hand was worth thousands of words and gave Jing Zhichen endless strength.

Jing Zhichen did not refuse again. He held Xu Xingyin's hand tightly with his slender hand, clenched his teeth, and tried hard to stay awake.

Xu Xingyin believes in him, and he also has to believe in himself.

Just like that, the two of them snuggled together quietly.