Yun Shen doesn't know that spring is late

Naturally, the furnishings of the Buddhist hall are not comparable to [Spring Rain Room], but it is also convenient for Chu Fu to tidy up.

There are two thermoses on the couch in the east, and they are warming the bedding.

Chu Fu pulled the small screen with the new lotus painting over and blocked it in front of the couch.She walked around to the couch, waited for a while, and after confirming that the cool wind blowing would be less, she closed the small windows on three sides of the Buddhist hall one by one.

The originally cold Buddhist hall finally warmed up.

Yingying tilted her head and jumped onto a corner of the screen, and flapped her wings vigorously. At this time, most of its feathers had dried up, and it was not as embarrassed as it was just now.

Finally, Chu Fu came to the altar enshrining the White Jade Guanyin, knelt down reverently, put his hands together, and prayed secretly—the wind and rain came suddenly, and he only hoped that the sky would be sunny after the rain.

It didn't take long before I heard the creaking of wooden planks outside Xiuming Hall.

Chu Fu stood up, stepped out of the Buddhist hall, and greeted him, but his expression froze for an instant.

Lu Lan has been crying to the point of tears. She chased the wooden cart and tried her best to cover Yanying from the rain, but the paper umbrellas are always limited, how can they cover it completely?

Even if the palace guards push the cart very quickly, no matter how thick the coir raincoat is, they will still be soaked through.

"The princess!"

How could Chu Fu care about the torrential rain in the courtyard?With a sore heart, she took the paper umbrella by the door and ran over, and together with Lulan, she covered the Yanying on the wooden cart from the rain.

How can she say that she is the owner of Yun'an County, not to mention that she can make a sedan chair, and shouldn't she be pulled by such a wooden cart?

Being drenched all the way, the cold invaded her body, she was deliberately trying to kill her!

Chu Fu was anxious and angry, the palace guards dared to do this, it was probably the emperor's order.

hateful!

Chu Fu and Lu Lan held umbrellas together to cover the rain, and protected Yan Ying to the eaves.

Just as the palace guards were about to help Yanying, they were stopped by Chu Fu, "I'm coming!" She threw down the drenched paper umbrella and bent down to help Yanying up.

Yanying had already lost consciousness, she was limp in Chu Fu's arms, her clothes were already soaked.

"Miss Lulan, hurry up and prepare hot water for the princess." Chu Fu hastily ordered, and carried Yanying into the Buddhist hall.

"No!" Lu Lan nodded sharply, and headed towards the side room of Xiuming Palace.

There is a stove over there, where the well water is boiled on weekdays for tea for King Qin and Princess Qin.

Chu Fu first carefully placed Yanying on the wooden chair in front of the Buddhist hall, cold rainwater flowed down the leg of the chair.

Distressed.

Chu Fu held back his tears and hurriedly checked Yanying's pulse. This was not the time to argue with the palace guards, she had to let Yanying get through the night and live a good life.

She looked back to the eaves, and saw the palace guards hastily put down Yanying's suitcase and guqin, and left without looking back.

Sure enough, as she thought, did she want to trap King Qin's family here to death?

Since ancient times, the emperor's family really has no true feelings!

But when I heard Yanying coming, why didn't Princess Qin over there come to take a look?

Chu Fu didn't understand, and even felt a little angry.

She gritted her teeth secretly, walked out of the Buddhist hall, and opened the suitcase containing Yanying's clean clothes. The clothes on the top were soaked by the rain, but the clothes on the bottom were, fortunately, still clean.

She picked up the clean clothes she could wear, walked back to the Buddhist hall, and closed the door tightly.

Putting the clean clothes on the side of the chair, Chu Fu unbuttoned Yanying's collar with red eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "You still owe me an explanation, you brace me! Do you hear me?"

Tears finally welled up in his eyes and slid down his cheeks.

Chu Fu gasped for several breaths, quickly took off Yanying's wet outer garment, and threw it at his feet.

The underwear was almost attached to Yanying's icy skin. Her complexion was pale, not a porcelain doll, but at this moment, she looked more like a newly dead corpse, with a faint blue color on her skin.

Chu Fu didn't dare to hesitate, he took off Yanying's drenched underwear, took a clean underwear, and wiped off the rain on Yanying's body.

Fearing that the rain soaked in the green hair would wet the newly changed clean inner clothes, Chu Fu tore off the wooden hairpin from his bun, quickly pulled up Yanying's messy wet hair, and tied it with the wooden hairpin.

Where did Chu Fu care about his disheveled hair?She quickly dressed Yanying in clean clothes, carried her on the couch, let her sit on the couch, and pulled the warm quilt to cover her.

This little warmth is not enough.

Chu Fu became more and more flustered and helpless.

She brought another clean underwear, pulled off the wooden hairpin, and after drying Yanying's hair, she simply shook out the needle bag and spread it on the couch.

She glanced at the candlestick not far away, and quickly moved the candlestick closer to the couch.

Chu Fu took out a silver needle, half-kneeled under the couch, lifted the warm quilt slightly, pinched Yanying's ankle, and after seeing clearly the acupuncture point on the sole of her foot, the silver needle fell on it.

Wan Han starts from the feet, and the acupuncture can only arouse the warmth of a single spark.

Her fingertips were pressed against Yanying's icy skin, and the icy coldness of the little princess penetrated into it bit by bit, every bit made Chu Fu fear from the bottom of his heart.

"Hold on... please..."

Chu Fu was anxious and frightened. After the acupuncture, she hastily rubbed the soles of Yanying's feet, but there was no sign of recovery.

She shook her head violently, "You promised me...you said...I won't break my promise and you won't break my promise...you said you'd wait for me to heal you!"

The corners of Yanying's brows twitched slightly, as if she heard Chu Fu's voice.

But she was so weak that she couldn't even open her eyes.

Chu Fu suddenly stopped and rubbed the soles of his feet, she tore off her belt, took off her half-wet outer garment, and hugged Yanying tightly into her arms.

The cold was in the bosom, and the Yanying was as cold as a stone statue carved from cold jade.

"Warm up... warm up quickly!"

Chu Fu begged in pain, every word trembling uncontrollably.

She quickly stroked Yanying's vest with her palm, if her pulse was so cold, she would be hopeless and doomed to die.

Chu Fu's palms had already started to feel hot, but the hot feeling on Yanying's vest was like a cluster of small fires covered with ice, it was useless at all.

"Foo..." Yanying exerted all her strength, and could only make a breathy sound with difficulty.

Chu Fu's body shook violently, this was Yanying's only vitality.

"I'm here! You hold on, you must hold on!" Chu Fu sniffed, pulled the warm quilt up, put his body against Yanying's body, and then freed his hand to hold the quilt tight She with her.

She can warm her up!

Yanying's breathing was very weak, she could feel Chu Fu's warmth, but her cold body could not absorb any warmth.

She's afraid...she won't be able to hold on...

So what if you are not reconciled?

It was her destiny that she had endured for so many years, and her whole body was filled with a sense of powerlessness that had long since decayed.

She couldn't survive, but Fu'er had to live well.

Now she can't protect Fu'er well, the only thing she can do is to let her leave, leave Linhuai Palace, go as far as she can.

Yanying slowed down for a long time, and said with all her strength again, "Let's go..."

Chu Fu held the back of Yanying's head with one hand, and hugged Yanying's waist with the other. She replied firmly, "I'm not going anywhere!" With grief, she cried, "Listen to me!" Well, either live together, or... die together!"

Silly whisk.

She still has so many good years, why should she let her die on a sick child?

"Walk……"

"Say it again, try!"

Chu Fu suddenly shouted in grief, "You provoked me, do you think it's over once you die?"

Yanying tilted her head sadly, and leaned into Chu Fu's neck, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, soaking the collar of Chu Fu's underwear.

If she could live a good life, how could she be willing to let Fu'er take a step away from her?

"Warm up..." Chu Fu folded his arms and hugged Yanying even tighter, "Don't make me...repent for the rest of my life..."

If she could see the situation more clearly, if she could find out that the Son of Heaven had murderous intentions towards King Qin's family, she would never have set up such a reckless scheme at this moment to tear down the marriage between Yanying and the Son of Heaven.

To make matters worse, she can also be regarded as the emperor's accomplice.

Chu Fu blamed himself and was afraid. He put his palm on Yanying's back and rubbed it in a panic. He kept praying in his heart - warmer, warmer, as long as Yingying could recover, she would rather lose her 20 years of life. !

At the same time, Lu Lan hurriedly lit the fire in the side room, filled a half pot of water, and put the pot on the stove, wishing that the hot water in the pot would boil immediately.

She was already drenched, but how could she worry about whether she was cold or not?

The condition of the princess is very bad today, he just coughed up blood, and suddenly got drenched through.

The cold air enters the body, I am afraid that tonight I will break through the gate of hell.

The more Lulan thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she couldn't help but knelt down in front of the stove, folded her hands together, and piously begged: "Lord Stove, please, bless my princess, and make it through tonight."

"She is a good master. She never curses and treats me very well. She shouldn't have a short life."

"Lord Stove, you will manifest your spirit, and bless and bless the princess."

"please……"

Speaking of sadness, Lu Lan knocked her head three times in succession towards the stove, and when she raised her head again, her face was covered with tears again.

Go faster, go faster.

She sniffed, wiped away the tears on her face, and looked anxiously at the tin kettle on the stove. When will she be able to completely warm the tin kettle and heat the half pot of cold water inside?

Time seemed to pass very slowly, so slow that everyone felt tormented.

The water finally boiled, and Lulan hurriedly brought a basin, mixed half a basin of cold water, and poured hot water into the basin.

She took another pot of cold water and put it on the stove to burn.

Maybe this basin of hot water is not enough?

Lulan picked up the water basin and walked quickly to the Buddhist hall. When she came to the closed door, she called, "Doctor Chu, the hot water is here."

"Okay!" Chu Fu finally got the hot water.

She carefully supported the half-warm Yanying and fell on the couch, but Yanying grabbed her sleeves at some point, and moved her lips, as if she wanted to say something.

"Don't mess around!" Chu Fu was anxious, fearing that she had only managed to warm her up halfway, and once she walked away, all previous efforts were wasted.

Yanying shook her head strenuously, as if to refute, she wasn't messing around.

Chu Fu sighed softly, turned his face closer, and listened carefully to what she said?

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