Holding a Sword and Watching Flowers

After the war

No wonder Ximen Chuuxue was so impatient before, no wonder he went out of the palace right away even at the risk of breaking in... It was only then that Jun Qian finally understood why he acted so abnormally——

Ye Gucheng is no longer breathing, but he still has a heartbeat - although it is so weak that it is almost imperceptible, but Jun Qian is very sure... He is indeed not dead yet - although, death is only a short distance away But in the blink of an eye.

If it was before tonight, Jun Qian could only let out a long sigh, because he felt deeply regretful that his medical skills were beyond his reach, but now...

Regardless of asking what was going on, Jun Qian had already untied Ye Gucheng's clothes neatly, quickly sealed his acupoints with golden needles to stop the bleeding, and immediately put his palms on his vest, leaving the scriptures. Immediately, Yi Dao's internal force was continuously transmitted to his meridians, stimulating the little vitality left in his body——

The carriage was too bumpy, and she needed an absolutely quiet and stable environment to be able to show her sharpness. What she can do at this moment is to keep using her own internal strength to protect his heart, and stimulate vitality as much as possible, as long as he can live After they got back to Hefangzhai, she was sure to save him!

Ye Gucheng's injury was too severe. Even though Jun Qian's internal strength was good, sweat was already dripping on her forehead at this moment, but she just gritted her teeth and continued to increase the output of internal strength—whether it was Huamanlou or Ximen Fubuki's internal strength is far superior to hers, but she has no way to let them replace her.

The internal force of Li Jing Yi Dao is very special. If it is used to attack, no matter how deep the internal force is, it will inevitably not be sharp enough and powerful enough, and the lethality is not enough. It is born to be created by the doctor. The effect of the machine cannot be replaced by any internal force.

Jun Qian's face was getting paler, and big drops of sweat were dripping from his forehead. Ximen Chuuxue and Hua Manlou's eyes showed worries and distress at the same time, but no one spoke to stop her.

For the first time, the three people in the carriage felt that the distance between the imperial palace and Hefangzhai was actually so long.

But fortunately, no matter how long the journey is, there will always be a time to reach the destination—Jun Qian, who finally returned to Hefangzhai, heaved a sigh of relief, closed the door, isolated himself from the outside world, and felt his mind Zhong Shi was unprecedentedly clear and clear. Taking a deep breath, his eyes instantly became calm and unwavering. He stimulated his inner strength and began to inject needles in an orderly manner.

Ximen Chuuxue and Hua Manlou stood outside the door, silent.

After a long time, Hua Manlou suddenly said: "He is not dead."

"Yes," Ximen Chuuxue nodded, "He and I were originally brothers, and the outcome is unpredictable, but he has a dirty heart, and he is determined to die. Although I have withdrawn the sword, it is too late."

When Ximen Chuuxue said this, he suddenly paused, slightly moved: "Fortunately, after all, the sword power has been withdrawn, and it has never pierced through the heart."

Hua Manlou's expressionless eyes seemed to be slightly startled, but a smile gradually appeared on his face—everyone knew that the Ximen Chuuxue Sword would kill someone once it was unsheathed, and who would have thought that this battle— — In this shocking duel, he never killed anyone at all?

He has really changed, he is no longer as cold as before - Hua Manlou naturally wants to laugh.

Ximen Chuuxue turned around and looked at the closed door with deep eyes.

A day later, Ximen Chuuxue pushed the door in on time according to what Junqianlin said before entering the house, only to see his petite and gentle wife lying on the edge of the bed, her face pale; and the man lying on the bed, although breathing Weak, but already stable.

Ximen Chuuxue's pupils shrank for an instant, and she stretched out her hand to touch Junqian's wrist. She couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when she realized that her pulse was still stable, but her eyes were still dark and dark. The soft kiss, I don't know if I was talking to her or just talking to myself, the voice was as low as a whisper: "Thank you."

After all, he carefully picked her up and protected her whole body in his arms, then carried her back to their bedroom, gently placed her on the bed, and carefully tucked her up Then she sat down on the head of the bed and looked at her quietly.

……

When Ye Gucheng woke up, he was in a daze for a moment, clutched his chest and coughed twice, half sat up on the bed, and when he looked up, he saw the man in white in the yard——although he was an opponent, he was more powerful than him. Anyone should understand his man.

Ximen Chuuxue seemed to have sensed something, turned his head to look over, paused slightly, and walked over with big strides.

Ye Gucheng sat on the head of the bed, exhaled and breathed weakly, and the aura around him was not weak at all - there are some things that have nothing to do with the strength of the body.

When Ximen Chuuxue approached, Ye Gucheng finally said coldly: "Why save me."

It's not a question, but a statement—since he must die, why didn't he die under Ximen Chuuxue's sword?

How could Ximen Chuuxue not understand this point?

— but he still didn't let him die.

Ximen Chuuxue stood still in front of him, and also said coldly without a trace of ups and downs:

"Ye Gucheng is dead."

Ye Gucheng was taken aback for a moment, his eyes flashed slightly, but he suddenly laughed, although his voice was still cold, but it already had warmth:

"Yes, Ye Gucheng is dead."

Ye Gucheng had already died in the battle at the top of the Forbidden City—he was no longer Ye Gucheng, but he was still Ye Gucheng.

He is already a person who died once, and the past has long since been turned into ashes—he is no longer the Ye Gucheng he used to be, but...Ye Gucheng is still Ye Gucheng after all.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes were gradually stained with a little smile, and he nodded.

Ye Gucheng looked at him, and suddenly asked: "Your medical skills are so high?"

He couldn't be more clear about the situation at that time. Although Ximen Chuuxue wanted to withdraw his sword, it was half a beat too late. Although he was not killed on the spot, there was no difference. If he hadn't experienced it himself, he would never believe it. There is still someone who can save...

Ximen Chuuxue's movements paused, his expression became gentle in an instant, and he said lightly, "It was Jun Qian who saved you."

The gentle and quiet black figure suddenly appeared in Ye Gucheng's mind, and he nodded slightly to Ximen Chuuxue: "You have a good wife."

Ximen Chuuxue's expression became softer: "Of course she is a good wife."

"If you don't dislike it..." A soft voice appeared at the door accompanied by a black robe. The woman's eyebrows and eyes are still as soft as before, but her face is even more beautiful than that of Ye Gucheng, who is still alive. Pale, she walked very slowly, as if every step was a bit difficult, but there was a brisk and gentle smile on her face, a pleasant atmosphere exuded from her whole body, and she blinked playfully , chuckled softly, "Ximen Chuuxue has a good wife. Apart from having a good opponent, you can also have a good friend."

"Yes," Ye Gucheng nodded, and the breath on his body was rare and gentle, "We are already friends."

Junqian immediately laughed.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes deepened slightly, and he stretched out his hand, and hugged Jun Qian into his arms, wrapping around her waist to help her stabilize her figure, Jun Qian stretched out his hand to hold his hand, but he immediately slapped her back Hold it firmly in your palm.

Ximen Chuuxue turned his head and looked at Ye Gucheng again: "Resurrection from death, you must have realized something, and I have also realized something. After 20 years, we can fight again."

Ye Gucheng nodded slightly: "Yes."

……

Five days later, in the capital, Hefangzhai.

Jun Qian sat leaning on the slum, staring at the two handsome little maids, unable to move forward.

"Miss! Drink the ginseng soup quickly!" The wooden pen held the teacup and approached Junqian, with a look of worry and dissatisfaction, "How come saving someone is like dying once, this time it must be done." Take good care of it!"

Jun Qian coughed dryly: "Leave it alone, I'll drink it in a while!"

"Ma'am, you said the same thing yesterday, but you didn't drink it until night!" Tang Yan's eyes widened angrily, "The owner has told me, I must drink it now!"

Jun Qian touched his nose with a guilty conscience, his eyes wandering: "I..."

"If you don't drink it, it will be cold!" Mubi stomped her feet anxiously, the usually well-behaved little girl was extraordinarily aggressive at the moment, "My uncle told me before going out that we must watch the lady finish eating all the supplements! "

"Mu Bi, why are you turning your elbows out..." Jun Qian's face turned bitter for a moment, "She is my maid, why are you helping others..."

"Who is someone else?" A cold voice suddenly rang out from the door. It was so calm that no emotion could be heard at all, but Jun Qian could feel the chill in his words, and turned his head towards the door stiffly, He saw a man in white clothes like snow looking at him at the door.

Jun Qian sneered twice, and waved at him flatteringly with his hand: "Axue, you're back? No, no outsiders, you misheard..."

Ximen Chuuxue didn't speak, but just raised his foot and walked over here.

The two little maids looked at each other, and immediately retreated knowingly.

Jun Qian rubbed his nose guilty, and looked warily at Ximen Chuuxue who was getting closer and closer to him.

Ye Gucheng recovered quickly from his injuries, and he left last night after agreeing to fight again after 20 years.Although Ye Gucheng has recovered, she is still not healed——Although Fengzhen is not really brought back to life, but it is not far away, the consumption and burden on her is too great, her internal energy has been exhausted— — It’s nothing if her internal strength is empty, and she will slowly recover in a few days, but more importantly, she has already lost her vitality.

The sharp needle this time is already the ultimate that she can achieve so far, and the mental load on her is too heavy. Jun Qian knows that in the next long period of time, she may not be able to use the sharp needle again .

This world is very fair, the effect of sharp needles is so amazing, the price to be paid is naturally huge - Jun Qian has long been psychologically prepared.

It's not that she doesn't want to take care of her body as soon as possible, and it's not that she doesn't want to take those supplements, but... being stuffed with supplements almost non-stop from morning to night, no matter who she is, she will be bored and irritable, right?

Jun Qian looked at Ximen Chuuxue, who had deep eyes and was getting closer to him, comforting himself with some uncertainty...

The author has something to say: Jealousy is of course a joke, even if the dying person is not Ye Gucheng, Junjun will try his best to save it~

It was also said in the original book that Ximen Chuuxue wanted to withdraw his sword at the end, but it was too late...

The decisive battle is over, and we will continue to return to sweetness~

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