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Ruan Sha applied needles to carefully protect Shen Menghan's heart.

The woman who has always been calm, her hands trembled so much that she couldn't even hold the needle.

He frowned unbearably in his deep sleep, Xie Chenyan couldn't imagine how much pain he would have.

Xie Chenyan knelt aside and said, "I'll come."

He stared intently and slowly applied the needle.

The once clumsy boy is now holding a long needle as thin as a hair, but it is not stagnant.

As soon as the needle was inserted into Shaoshang, Shen Menghan tugged in pain, Xie Chenyan hugged him tightly, stroked his face gently with one hand, and dropped the needle without hesitation with the other.

He struggled imperceptibly in Xie Chenyan's arms, his pale forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, Xie Chenyan leaned over and kissed him softly, "It's almost over, it's over soon."

Twelve classics and five business, each needle is worse than death.

Tears ooze from the beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and Xie Chenyan gently wipes them away with his lips and tongue.

But it never opened.

The sound of chaotic footsteps quickly approached the sleeping hall, Zhao Zhen suddenly lifted the curtain and entered, panting, "Miss Ruan, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is returning to the capital, and opened the Pharmacy Bureau of the Neifu, please enter the bureau to choose medicine."

Ruan Sha couldn't help being startled: "This..."

Although she is a world-renowned doctor, she is from Beizhao after all. If she has any unruly intentions, then Shen Jie is tantamount to exposing his back to her.

Zhao Zhen nodded fiercely.

This is trusting her.

Just as Zhao Zhen and Ruan Sha set off, the bells and drums of all the temples and temples in Baixia Town were beeping together, like a rush.

It can also be faintly heard in the inner courtyard of the Yin Pavilion.

The emperor's death knell was [-], and he couldn't stop for a while, Xie Chenyan sighed softly, Fang wanted to get up and put down the curtain outside the hall, and his sleeves tightened.

He hurriedly lowered his head, Shen Menghan's eyes widened, staring at him firmly.

Xie Chenyan was stunned for a moment and quickly said: "It's Shen Jie!"

He leaned over and hugged him tightly, not wanting him to struggle, and patted him lightly: "It's Shen Jie returning to Beijing, it's okay, it's okay."

The slender eyelashes fell slowly, and fingers slipped silently from his sleeves.

Xie Chenyan was heartbroken, and he asked softly: "Then what about yourself? You have thought about everyone in the world, have you ever thought about yourself?"

No one answered him.

Xie Chenyan caressed him until his breathing gradually calmed down in his arms, then tiptoedly let him go, carefully closed the quilt for him, stared at him for a while, pressed a light kiss on his face, and then went out To find the fourth wife.

Si Niang lowered her head and refused to look at him.

Xie Chenyan randomly pulled a chair, sat down in front of her, and stared at her coldly.

He has always been innocent and cute, but now his expression has sunk, the boy's eyes are darkened, it seems that when Shen Menghan is full of anger, he is frightening for no reason.

Si Niang murmured: "Brother Shen told me to move the Gu, I dare not refuse."

Xie Chenyan said coldly: "Is there only Nai River Gu?"

How thorough and impeccable that person was, he couldn't believe that he had no back tricks.

Siniang clenched her lips tightly.

Xie Chen said coldly: "What else."

Siniang shook her head with tears in her eyes.

Xie Chenyan said: "Where did you go when you came back from Keyue City?"

Si Niang was silent.

Xie Chenyan affirmed: "You have returned to the Yuanjiang Gu Pool."

Si Niang was shocked.

Xie Chenyan probed: "Really or forget?"

Si Niang's pupils shrank.

Xie Chenyan understood: "Yes or forget."

Siniang's eyes quickly filled with tears.

Xie Chenyan said wearily: "Why?"

Si Niang burst into tears: "Because there is no Nai River Gu, you will accompany him to die."

Xie Chenyan lowered his head: "So, you want me to forget about him."

Si Niang wiped away her tears and nodded, "Solitary Gu means forgetting, and child-mother Gu means forgetting each other."

"What will happen." Xie Chenyan said in a low voice: "Once he dies, will I forget about him?"

His tears fell on the ground drop by drop, and were quickly evaporated by the earth dragon, leaving no trace.

Si Niang nodded, choked up and said: "I'm sorry...you are my only family member, I can't lose you."

Xie Chenyan stopped talking, and casually took the hairpin knife from her head.

Si Niang trembled all over, and lost her voice: "Xiao Xie!"

Xie Chenyan rolled up his sleeves, cut his arm without hesitation, and carved the word "Yin" stroke by stroke.

How can there be such a person in this world, who takes the name of hermit, endures all his life, even wants to hide his own memory, and refuses to leave it to his lover.

He has walked this whole life in the world, blood and tears all his life, but nothing is left behind.

How could Xie Chenyan tolerate it.

Bleeding.

Siniang held his hand, tears streaming down her face.

Xie Chenyan easily pushed her away, and using a knife as a brush, he quickly wrote down the three characters "Shen Menghan".

Her gaze was lingering, and the expression on her face was so gentle that the knife in her hand seemed to be a lover's deep kiss.

"Don't!" Si Niang cried bitterly, "I'll detoxify you!"

Xie Chenyan looked up at her with a look of distrust.

Si Niang held his hand holding the knife, not allowing him to hurt herself again, sobbing, "I'll detoxify you. But you have to promise me, no matter what, you can't seek death."

Xie Chenyan let go of his hand dejectedly, and the hairpin knife fell to the ground with a "clang".

Si Niang kicked the hairpin knife far away, knelt down to bandage his wound while crying, there were mottled scratches on his delicate arm, it took Si Niang a long while to stop the bleeding.

After a long time, Xie Chenyan said sadly: "I promise you."

He can't forget him again, for the rest of his life, he will walk alone with his memory in his arms.

Ruan Sha quickly turned back and brought back an antidote to the old moonlight.

There is no legendary red flame grass.

Shen Menghan still survived.

But never woke up again.

From early winter to Suihua, and then to the fine snow in early spring.

The smoky scene is fleeting, the moon is setting and the stars are sinking, and the sleeping person cannot be disturbed.

Wintersweet blooms and fades, and plum blossoms bloom and fade, then camellias and magnolias bloom and fall in sequence, and then cherry blossoms and crabapple blossoms and wither in sequence.

Finally, the peach blossoms in the East Garden were all over the garden.

He has always slept there quietly.

The breathing is also weak, and the heartbeat is also weak, but they are still alive tenaciously.

On the night when the peach blossoms fell from the branches, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Xie Chenyan didn't know if this was his hallucination, blinked his eyes, but sat on the side of his couch without moving.

Xie Chenyan didn't wake up until he turned his head with great effort, and his gaze scattered into the void.

She threw herself into his arms almost without thinking.

His eyes were empty, and the needle power was limited. After a few months, the residual poison in his body could no longer be suppressed. The world slowly spread throughout his body, and his eyesight was also depleted.

Xie Chenyan kissed his lips, his cheeks, and his fingers.

Sticking to his ear and whispering to him, gently proclaiming his existence.

He didn't know how long Shen Menghan would wake up, for five months, he expected him to wake up, but also feared that he would wake up.

When he wakes up, he will give him a lot of love.

Can't leave any regrets.

Shen Menghan smiled softly: "Xiao Yan, when is it?"

Xie Chenyan said: "The hour has just passed."

Shen Menghan said with a smile: "When is it?"

His voice was dull and hoarse, and Xie Chenyan got up and poured him a cup of warm tea, and swirled the Mobai tea brewed in the snow water from the winter season in the cup.

Xie Chenyan was suddenly frightened, his hands trembled so much that he could hardly hold the cup, he suppressed his trembling, and said in a calm voice: "The first month."

"Today is the second day of the first lunar month of the first year of the [-]th birthday."

Shen Jiedao is a hundred years old, he prays in the name of the emperor, and God will surely answer.

"You missed the end of the year." Xie Chenyan said briskly.

He was terrified in his heart, he knew why he survived, the marrow washing formula connected inch by inch to the broken meridians, and the old moonlight that had accumulated over the years would flare up, the pain would be so painful that life would be worse than death, and the world would magnify the pain several times .

Even if he didn't have any consciousness, he would still feel pain when he was asleep.

During these five months, there was no joy or joy, and only unending pain remained in his life.

However, it was so difficult that he endured it for five months.

Because he had promised him that he would preside over the coronation ceremony for him, and he would not break his promise.

Shen Menghan smiled softly: "Xiao Yan didn't go to set off the fireworks."

Xie Chenyan came over to feed him with tea, and said with a smile, "They're afraid they'll disturb your sleep."

He helped Shen Menghan get up and leaned on the couch.

Shen Menghan's eyes couldn't see clearly, he grabbed his sleeve and borrowed some force, he twirled his thin spring shirt with his fingers calmly, and said softly: "Is that so."

Xie Chenyan only moistened his lips with tea, then took the cup and held it in his hands to warm it with internal strength, and said softly: "Take your time."

One morning, he hugged him and slowly leaned on the couch, drinking this cup of tea.

But in just a few hours, Xie Chenyan felt that his eyelids were getting heavy again.

He lightly helped him to fall on the couch, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Shen Menghan forced himself to open his eyes, staring fixedly at Xie Chenyan, his eyes were full of unspeakable reluctance and nostalgia.

Xie Chenyan interlocked his fingers with him, pressed against his face, leaned over and kissed his eyes lightly: "I'm right here, I'll be here whenever you wake up."

This time, he couldn't even drive away.

Xie Chenyan entangled him like vines wrapping around a giant tree, and he refused to peel off even half of it.

Shen Menghan's lips moved, Xie Chenyan leaned down and heard him say very softly: "Xiaoyan, I can't hold on anymore."

Xie Chenyan trembled all over.

Shen Menghan said: "I'm sorry...I'm in too much pain and I'm too tired."

The brilliance between the beautiful eyebrows and eyes was dim, and she looked at Xie Chenyan prayingly, as if he could relieve him with a nod of his head.

Xie Chenyan was shocked.

His tears fell like rain, and he stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and every breath brought an indescribable pain.

Xie Chenyan raised his head, swallowed the tears in his eyes hard, but still said calmly and cruelly: "No... no, you haven't done anything you promised me."

He can't, he's too scared, he can't imagine that there will be no Shen Menghan in this world for the rest of his long life.

Fu Chen, who once shocked the world with his sword, returned to him, and involuntarily transformed back into little Xie Chenyan.

I just want to rely on him, guard him, and be a willful and naive little fool.

Like a flower attached to a branch, like a baby inseparable from its mother's arms.

But, after all, it was all helpless.

He scolded coquettishly: "It is agreed to live together and die together, you have solved the Nai River Gu."

He stroked his eyebrows and couldn't help sobbing: "You still promised to preside over the coronation ceremony for me, but there are still a few months left, so you don't want to wait any longer."

Under his palm, Shen Menghan raised the corners of her lips slightly.

Xie Chenyan wiped away the tears on his face, removed the hand covering his face, and looked greedily at the faint smile on his face.

Shen Menghan smiled slightly and said, "Am I ugly now?"

Xie Chenyan nodded condescendingly and said, "Yes."

Not ugly at all, he added in his heart, maybe fate also knew that he was too harsh on him, but in this point he was extraordinarily graceful, uniquely blessed, and not stingy.

Even if she is crippled, long-term sick and haggard, it can't lighten her alluring complexion.

However, Xie Chenyan used to like his looks the most, but now he wants to use this look in exchange for his good health, free from illness and worries.

He would rather he be an ugly monster, live a long life, be safe and happy.

He didn't want to ask for anything, but only asked him to survive.

Xie Chenyan kicked off his shoes, except for his clothes, climbed onto the couch and hugged him tightly, and said in a low voice: "It's so ugly, no one else will like you, you only have me."

Next chapter!The legendary Red Flame Grass is about to appear!