Pretty State Preceptor Saves the Planet

Xie Huai'an's body was too weak to move, and after several days of recuperation, his whole body quickly collapsed.

Mingming was still able to pester people and talk when he was picked up by Hong Yao on the altar, but after sleeping for several nights, maybe he was tortured in a dream, except for "not afraid, it doesn't hurt", he hardly spoke.

His eyes were closed.

No matter how Hong Yao coaxed him, describing how beautiful the sky was and how joyous people's laughter was, he would either lie quietly and half-lying, wondering if he listened or not; or he would smile and nod slightly.

Just don't open those beautiful, smiling eyes.

Pei Xiuyi, Zhou Yin, Zhong Zhen... People who wanted to visit Xie Huai'an came one after another, but Hong Yao blocked them all, claiming that no matter what their identities or names were, if anyone broke into and disturbed the son of God, he would feel that the prison was not full. Go in and stay.

Zhong Zhen was so angry that he jumped up and almost had a fight with the guard Feiluan.

Zhong Zhen thought to himself, first of all, he and Xie Huai'an are very good at each other, even Xie Huai'an knew the embarrassing story of fighting long-haired cats all over the mountain with bare feet without wearing a half-armed hakama when he was a child, Xie Huai'an raised his eyebrows, As soon as he rolled his eyes, he knew what to do.

Second, he is the real enlightenment master of the emperor.The three of them spent the dark years in the stables, and he taught [-]% of Youyun Castle's inner skills without hiding anything.

Thirdly, if Xie Huai'an hadn't personally handed over the token, the soldiers guarding Zhaoge would not know where they came from.Now that Zhaoge has made a tentative decision, shouldn't he, the general of the mountains, and the owner of the token back then meet and get to know each other again?

When the 16-year-old Xie Huai'an officially descended from the mountain, Zhong Zhen took the initiative to hand over a precious token, saying: If the little emperor is a good man, and you decide to stay and assist, then send the token back to the mountain by the old fox in Xuanji Pavilion.

When I see the token, I see your judgment.From then on, I will act according to your orders, and after taking over Youyun Castle, I will not pull back against the banner or hide from the world, and will come as soon as I am called to be your backing.

Fourth, Xie Huaian has liked birds since he was a child.When Pang Pang was still a little parrot with half-grown fur, he was the one who bought it from a merchant and brought it to the stable to amuse Xie Huai'an and the emperor.Unexpectedly, after so many years, Pang Pang lived happily and well.

Even if the emperor blocked Pei Huhu, who was so scheming, he actually blocked him too?

The more Zhong Zhen thought about it, the more angry he became.

After Zhong Zhen arranged the soldiers of Youyun Fort, he changed into casual clothes and squatted near the Fenxiang Building every day, waiting for news.

He couldn't see the emperor's face, and he was afraid that breaking in suddenly would really scare Xie Huai'an out of his wits, so he was flustered and had to walk all over the street.

Zhaoge is filled with festive atmosphere.

There were casualties that night, but they were not tragic. Those who survived helped each other, built damaged houses, and delivered wound medicine.

Someone on the street spontaneously pulled up colored lights, like the Lantern Festival.

There is a flower seller who carries a basket of newly picked flowers on her back, and when she meets someone, she smiles and stuffs a flower.A passing porter picked up the flowers and immediately put them on his head, helping the dim sum seller push the trolley.

Zhong Zhen was tall and tall, with a fierce expression and scars on his face, and he didn't look like a good person in coarse clothes.

In the past, going down the mountain was the life of a scared and crying child. This time, some people recognized him, took the sobbing doll and stuffed all the flowers to him.

"Many, thank you." Zhong Zhen was at a loss.

"General! The front and back of the Fenxiang Building are sealed off, we dare not approach! If you can go in, please help us ask the Son of God! Where is the Son of God? Is he alright?"

When Zhong Zhen heard this, the fire that had been suppressed with great difficulty flared up again.

He also couldn't enter the Fenxiang Building.

"Wrap it on me, wrap this snack up, I want it all!" Zhong Zhen said gruffly, and bought the sweet snack that Xie Huai'an liked in his memory.

He wants to go back and make a note, depicting a funny bird on it, and fight with Fei Luan Wei to get the things sent in.

Regardless of whether Xie Huai'an has amnesia or not, he is still alive.This is enough to make Zhong Zhen feel lucky.

Inside the incense building.

"Sir, today's concoction is really sweet, I'll give it a little, how about you try it?" Hong Yao asked warmly holding a spoon.

"Okay..." Xie Huai'an trembled, grabbed the edge of the blanket, and nodded slightly.

Xie Huai'an vomited frequently recently, the concoction could barely be swallowed, and the porridge could be coaxed to eat a little.

But any food with minced meat will vomit when touched, and I can't make a sound for a long time after vomiting.

After eating a mouthful of meat porridge by mistake with his eyes closed last time, Xie Huai'an became nervous when he heard about eating and drinking.Now it is difficult to get water, and it is all nourished by Bai Guang, Hong Yao's true energy and the medicine he drank.

Hong Yao understood that this was a heart disease.

Xie Huai'an's weakness burned Hong Yao, and Hong Yao's heart was about to get sick.

In just one month, Xie Huai'an changed from a frail but high-spirited white bird to this appearance.

Hong Yao wanted to Ling Chi all the people who hurt him, but he felt that he was the executioner, pushing Xie Huai'an to the terrifying blood cell step by step.

He wanted to linger himself.

Hong Yao hid his gloomy thoughts, patiently and gently took a small spoonful of medicine, and touched it to Xie Huai'an's lips: "Open your mouth..."

Xie Huaian shrank back on the pillow, as if he didn't want to be touched by something unfamiliar. After a while, his lips parted slightly to reveal his white teeth.

Hong Yao moved the spoon forward a little bit: "The teeth are also open, they have been dried and are not hot."

"Hmm..." Xie Huai'an swallowed his saliva, opened his lips a little, and swallowed a little of the medicine.

As soon as the warm medicinal liquid entered Xie Huai'an's mouth, Xie Huai'an's complexion turned pale, and he pursed his lips as if he wanted to vomit.

"It's just herbal juice, herbs. There's no meat, sir, don't worry." Hong Yao touched the back of Xie Huai'an's cold hand, and massaged the acupuncture points.

Xie Huaian swallowed a sip of the medicinal juice for a long time, frowned and swallowed.

Hong Yao slowly tilted the spoon, and after Xie Huai'an finished drinking a spoonful, he boasted, "Mr. did a great job."

Xie Huai'an was still frowning, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and he grabbed his chest with his hands, and his lips began to turn purple after a while.

"Don't drink anymore..." Hong Yao quickly put down the medicine bowl, his warm palm ran along Xie Huai'an's chest, and he pressed his wrist to send his true energy, "Breathe in, don't hold it in."

"Ha..." Xie Huai'an opened his mouth with difficulty, breathing in the rhythm of Hong Yao.

After recovering, Xie Huai'an feebly pushed Hong Yao's hand.No matter how much Ren Hongyao coaxed him, he stopped opening his mouth.

Xie Huai'an's black hair lost its former luster, his complexion was as pale as snow, and his body seemed to be sunken on the piled up soft pillows without any strength.

Like a white bird that fell to the ground, trapped in blood and forgot how to fly.

In the cubicle, after days and nights turned upside down, Ling Ziyou came to a conclusion.

Ling Ziyou was extremely haggard, with two big dark circles under his eyelids. He brought a stack of pulse records and medical theories written silently, and knelt down to Hong Yao, "As Your Majesty said, a heart disease requires a heart." Pharmacist."

"Talk..." Hong Yao said.

"Beauty...Your Majesty, forgive me, I deserve death." Ling Ziyou habitually called out the Beauty Immortal Master, slapped his lips twice, and knelt even more standardly.

Ling Ziyou said: "The Immortal Master is noble and light-hearted, and what he detects is the wind and rain in the sky, which can be regarded as the suffering of the world. In the battle with Li Tianshi, he sacrificed his life for righteousness, survived the torture of the cauldron, knife and saw, and bought the world a clear future."

"Fortunately, the immortal master was favored by heaven, and there was a strange white light in his body. The white light protected the immortal master's foundation, so that the immortal master was not in danger of life. Internal diseases and external injuries seemed to ease and heal themselves, but they could not cure emotional diseases."

"What the immortal master sees, hears, and feels is rooted in his heart, so the bones have healed, and he still trembles in the middle of the night, and suffers from pain and numbness;枀; the blood shadow in the heart does not go away and the spleen and stomach are out of tune, fatigue leads to exhaustion of breath, vomiting and weakness."

Ling Ziyou took a breath after finishing a long series of words, looked straight at the ground and continued: "The immortal master was startled and stunned. The ancient good doctor has a saying, and those who are shocked are calm. There was a woman who once stayed overnight , When I met a thief burning a building, I couldn’t hear it at night, and fainted when I heard it. Later, the servant knocked on the little table in front of her, and asked why she was surprised. The woman understood that the knocking sound was nothing to be afraid of, and gradually healed.”

Hong Yao's face was gloomy: "Doctor Ling, if I let the immortal master see that monster again and kill him again and again in front of him, tell him that his blood is gone, so don't panic?"

"No, no, no..." Ling Ziyou shivered, shook his head frantically, and picked up a roll of muslin.

"Your Majesty, please take a look at this thing. When treating the trauma earlier, the immortal master reacted strongly and resisted being restrained... Your Majesty may start from this."

Xie Huai'an fell asleep drowsily.

He is dreaming.

In the dream, there was the terrifying form of the celestial master, with a disgusting blood color.

There was the pain when the neck bone was suddenly crushed by the vines, and a sharp knife slashed across his body.

At this time, he would tremble and whimper in his dream, his limbs and bones would ache, and he would fall into a panic like suffocation.

At this time, there will be a warm current flowing into his body, as comfortable as soaking in a hot bath...

His disordered breathing gradually calmed down, his eyelids trembled, but he couldn't open them, and he passed out again in an instant.

What is this feeling?

Xie Huaian is a little familiar.But he couldn't remember.

He was too tired, too scared, too hurt.

The dream seems to be difficult for him, there are sporadic nightmares from his previous life.

Ninety-ninety percent of his previous life had been happy and sweet, but in this continuous nightmare, he relived the most frightening two days countless times.

When Xie Huaian was seven years old, he was running around in the garden of the community. Someone who committed suicide jumped from the high-rise apartment and smashed him in front of him. White and red splashed on his face.

His elder brother, who was five years older than him, followed behind. With a roar, he picked him up and ran home, forgetting to cover his eyes.

How stupid he was at that time, his chin rested on his elder brother's shoulder, and he stared blankly at the puddle on the ground without moving his eyes.

When he got home, he had a high fever for three days, with horrible scenes lingering in front of his eyes, and he felt sticky and uneasy all over his body.

Because of this, he was afraid of blood, ghosts, and suspenseful cases, and would frown and avoid news of tragic accidents.

At the age of 21, he became the protagonist of the accident news.

It was a midsummer night, and he had just finished band rehearsal, walking on the tree-lined road with his violin on his back, talking and laughing with his friends, and made an appointment to have a drink at the best and quietest bar nearby.

A drunk sports car was driving in the wrong direction and turned sharply across the intersection.As if his legs were stiff and he couldn't hide, he subconsciously pushed away the people around him, and his life turned 180 degrees from then on.

He lost five years, fully tubed and quietly in a vegetative state.

After waking up, I was as ignorant as a child, and my cognitive and language functions gradually recovered, but my heart was empty, and I always felt that I had forgotten something.

What did you forget?Might be something good.

He can't remember.

too tired……

The tube made me want to vomit, and every breath was difficult.Weeping parents, older brothers and friends were at the bedside.

Brother, a brother who played underground rock, painted black nails and ran away from home early, cut his hair and became a good son of his parents. He picked up the violin again and played a song in his ear every day.

He is sweet but also regretful, there are many things he wants to do, but there are too few things he can do in bed.

After-effects Complications follow one after the other, and the lesions begin.

He worked hard to live every day for them, and the most he could say when the tube was pulled out was: "Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt."

Between nightmare and nightmare, Xie Huai'an seems to have returned to the old days.

Suddenly he felt himself swaying, his body seemed to be wrapped in a soft blanket again, his head was tilted on someone's shoulder, and he was carried out of the room.

Out of... the house?

Xie Huai'an sank into a dream, his heart began to fail again, his breathing became disordered, and he couldn't breathe.

Ha... this should be an oxygen mask.

Xie Huai'an thought in a daze.

Soon, the hot current that brushed against his heart and lungs reappeared when he felt uncomfortable, gently comforting his heart and guiding him to relax his breathing.

Xie Huai'an was in a haze when he heard a familiar voice say: "Sir, bear with it, it may be a little bumpy. Let's find a quiet place, just you and me."

The voice continued, soft and slow, as if it knew he could hear.

"Didn't Mr. say that I wanted something delicious, a softer bed, something fun... I found them all. It's a pity that the earliest yard was destroyed. It doesn't matter. The new yard is more comfortable, and you should like it. "

"I asked someone to build a safe high wall, a beautiful patio, the sun will shine down, and I can bask in the sun by leaning on the corridor."

"The sky is blue. When the time comes, sir, open your eyes and see, will you?"

Well, I try.

Don't be afraid, I'm fine, it doesn't hurt...

Xie Huai'an responded in his dream, and the feeling of suffocation reappeared.

He was grateful, but could not bear the overly tender care.

Compared to being weak and weak, coaxed carefully like a porcelain doll, stuck on a soft pillow without him doing anything...

He hoped that his brother would keep his rebellious and handsome long hair back, hug him and laugh like before, and push him to "pretend like a little prince" when he went on stage;

I hope that his parents will stare at him sternly and kindly, and say, "An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, Xie Huai'an, you should cherish your time and talent."

In this way, he can laugh along with him, make trouble with him, do things when he wants to do things, and be lazy when he wants to be lazy, and he will be golden every day.

The jolting stopped.

He landed on another soft bed, no different from usual.

wrong……

"Okay, my little mister. It's time to wake up..."

A cold and smooth voice sounded in his ear.

Comfortable and warm heat flowed around his heart.

Xie Huai'an opened his mouth, his breathing was rapid again, his consciousness was stimulated by the outside world, and he was forced to float up.

Whoa, whoa.

Xie Huai'an heard the sound of metal colliding, and felt a bondage similar to that of blood vines.

Fearful and hallucinatory pain struck at the same moment, his limbs almost lost control and began to convulse.

A chain was attached to his foot.

The author has something to say: Open the manuscript box: First squeeze the drills together and the kittens are rua out XD

The last if is about Pangpang and Huai'an, and it will be put away in a few chapters. The chain that Hong Yao has talked about for so long has finally come true once, and give him a little extra.

The case lobbied by Ling Zi is adapted from: "Confucianism and Relationships" internal trauma type shock one hundred and three.

"Wei Dexin's wife lived on the upper floor during the trip and was on duty at night. The robbers burned the house and fell under the bed. Afterwards, every time there was a sound, everyone was shocked. The family members walked around on tiptoe and did not dare to make a sound. They were still ill for the rest of the year... ..."

This article is really not long. If it is expected to end, I will tell you a few chapters in advance...

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