The county horse is a medicine jar

The severe pain in her chest made Lin Sishen vaguely feel that she had broken two ribs. Although her eyes went dark for a while, she still tried her best to keep herself awake. She must not pass out in front of everyone like last time, leaving her fate in the unknown .

General Lin's voice hurriedly rang in his ears: "Shen'er, Shen'er..."

Lin Sishen opened his mouth to say something, but his blood-stained lips opened and closed slightly, but he was unable to spit out half a word.

The noise around her turned into tinnitus, and the dangling figure in front of her eyes became more and more blurred. Fortunately, in the dimness, she caught a glimpse of that white figure, accompanied by the faintly familiar fragrance in the air, and it floated there in the blink of an eye. in front of you.

Of all the people present at the banquet, only Shen Qinghou could be trusted. She raised her hand to grab the white corner of her clothes that was close at hand, but the next second, her trembling hand was covered by a slippery and slightly cold The fingertips were lightly clasped and held in the palm of the hand.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Shen Qinghou knelt down and sat beside Lin Sishen, with a condensed expression on her cold and beautiful face, she raised her hand to embrace Lin Sishen in her arms, and gently supported the back of her head with one hand, letting her lean against her Heart, one hand on her pulse to detect her injury.

The banquet was interrupted because of this accident, and the senior officials present seemed to have quickly recovered their calm except for the initial surprise. They seemed to be more concerned about Wen Xingren's current situation than Lin Sishen's life and death.

General Wen, who was still in high spirits when he returned to Beijing, was standing blankly in the middle of the hall, his straight back slightly bowed, and after regaining his senses, he didn't seem to believe what he had just done, he turned his head to look at Shen Qing I glanced at her, but only saw her cold back.

The Ninth Prince's drunkenness dissipated with the sudden change. With a gloomy complexion, he hurriedly walked down the high platform, looked at the dazed servants at the side and shouted angrily: "Idiot, what are you still doing stupidly, why don't you go and call the doctor."

As soon as the voice fell, the servants ran out in a hurry.

After a while, Lin Sishen panted and raised her eyes to look at Shen Qinghou, she bit her lips tightly to suppress the surging blood in her chest, and finally spat out two words from her mouth: "Mo Zhu. "

Shen Qinghou pursed her lips when she heard the words, and slowly withdrew her fingertips on her pulse.

She lowered her eyes to look at Lin Sishen's pale face without a trace of blood, and there was a complicated look on her cold face. She turned her head to look at Lan Qing who was not far away without pausing, and raised her hand: "Lan Qing, just let me go!" I helped her into the house."

General Lin hurriedly got up and took Lin Sishen's arm, and said anxiously, "No need, let me do it."

Shen Qinghou shook her head lightly, she looked at Lin Sishen's increasingly pale face, and sighed softly: "Father, I'd better go to the mansion first and invite Miss Mozhu here, it seems that Sishen can only feel at ease when she sees Miss Mozhu. "

General Lin also had great trust in Mo Zhu's medical skills, so he agreed repeatedly: "That's fine, Shen'er, please ask the Princess to take care of her first."

With the support of Shen Qinghou and Lan Qing, Lin Sishen was sent to a nearby wing, while General Lin hurried back to the General's Mansion on horseback to bring Mo Zhu back.

Although the Ninth Prince asked people to find a doctor, he also knew that Shen Qinghou was quite accomplished in medical skills. With Shen Qinghou around, he didn't worry much about Lin Sishen, so he was busy asking the old steward Shen Zhong to send the guests away.

In a courtyard near the palace hall, a wing room was brightly lit.

Lying on the bed, Lin Sishen felt a dull pain in all her internal organs, especially the pain in her chest that nearly made her pass out several times.It's just that she didn't dare to let go of her breath without seeing Mo Zhu.

Shen Qinghou sat on the side of the bed, looked at Lin Sishen's pale face, the cold sweat that was constantly oozing from the pain, frowned slightly, and ordered in a cold voice: "Lan Qing, you stay outside the door, don't you?" I command no one to enter."

Lan Qing took the order to exit the house and close the door, while she stood guard at the door.

In a blink of an eye, only Lin Sishen and Shen Qinghou were left in the room.

The wooden window was open, the night wind poured into the house, the candlelight on the candlestick flickered slightly, and the pink veil kept fluttering in front of Lin Sishen's eyes. She lay motionless, trying to maintain a sliver of reason, and caught a glimpse of Shen Qinghou standing up in a trance. Walked away, and not long after, the candlelight stopped flickering.

Everything in front of him seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist, making it difficult to see clearly. Shen Qinghou's face was also shrouded in the lingering mist. The delicate and arrogant face and the cold expression seemed to be walking down the clouds. Lin Sishen blinked lightly as she watched her approaching him step by step, and then bent down.

The surroundings were quiet, Lin Sishen could only hear his own panting, dull and dry like a broken old bellows.

The slender and slender fingertips that were as pale as scallions lightly rested on Lin Sishen's waist, and with a slight pull effortlessly, the belt embroidered with silver cloud patterns was pulled away.Lin Sishen's body was slender and thin, wrapped under layers of loose robes, like a secret she tried to hide.

Lin Sishen knew that Shen Qinghou wanted to heal her wounds, but she could never allow herself to reveal her identity in front of Shen Qinghou. When Shen Qinghou's hand grabbed the belt of her middle coat around her waist, she finally endured. He couldn't help but raised his hand and grabbed Shen Qinghou's wrist.

She opened her lips and said two words weakly and silently: "Mo Zhu."

Although she was unable to make a sound, she knew that Shen Qinghou must understand what she meant.

Shen Qinghou didn't let go of her belt, she bent down in front of Lin Sishen, a dark light flashed in her clear eyes, and said coldly, "You just have to wait for her to come?"

Lin Sishen closed his eyes and nodded lightly, but the hand that was holding Shen Qinghou fell slowly and feebly. In fact, if Shen Qinghou insisted on healing her, she would not be able to stop her at all.

There was a sudden loosening in front of her body, Shen Qinghou stood still and pursed her body. She looked down at Lin Sishen with a hint of embarrassment on her face, and the rapid ups and downs of her chest showed her current ups and downs of emotions, she pursed her lips coldly Leaving two words: "As you wish."

After speaking, he stepped back and turned his back to Lin Sishen.

Lin Sishen struggled and turned his head to look at Shen Qinghou's indifferent back. He wanted to say something, but he still didn't say anything, but he couldn't help coughing lightly. When he moved his chest a little, a mouthful came out of his throat. The sweet blood spilled from the corners of her lips as she panted, and snaked down her chin, staining her neck red, making her look extremely tragic.

Shen Qinghou looked back at her as if feeling something, and the coldness on her cold face melted away. She sighed faintly and stepped forward to help Lin Sishen up, and then pressed her cool hands tightly on her back.

Lin Sishen didn't know what she was going to do at first, but as a gust of cold air entered her body, her whole body seemed to be frozen suddenly, and even the pain in her chest eased a little, only then did she realize that Shen Qinghou was doing things for her. power to heal.

But I don't know why Shen Qinghou's internal energy is so cold and cold.

Just as she was thinking, Shen Qinghou suddenly spoke behind her, explaining in a calm and indifferent voice: "My internal strength is different from ordinary people, and I can only relieve your pain."

Although Shen Qinghou's internal energy is weird, but with continuous infusion, it can indeed relieve most of Lin Sishen's pain.

After about a cup of tea, the voices of Ninth Prince and General Lin came from outside the door, Lin Sishen opened his eyes with joy.

It seems that Mozhu is here.

Shen Qinghou also heard the sound, she withdrew her hand and got up silently and walked off the bed, her back was always facing Lin Sishen, Lin Sishen naturally couldn't see the lethargy on her face, and the layer of frost visible to the naked eye on her black hair .

The door of the room was pushed open, and Mo Zhu hurried in with the medicine box on his back. When he walked past Shen Qinghou, he didn't pause at all, but went straight to Lin Sishen and called eagerly: "Master."

Lin Sishen's frowning brows relaxed instantly when he saw Mo Zhu: "You are here."

Mo Zhu put down the medicine box, and hurriedly helped Lin Sishen to lie down: "My lord, lie down quickly, this servant will take your pulse first."

Shen Qinghou stood in front of the door, she turned around and glanced at the two people beside the bed, then pursed her thin lips slightly, and walked out slowly.

Lan Qing, who was guarding the door, was the first person to notice Shen Qinghou's strangeness. She stepped forward to support Shen Qinghou's hand, and a bone-piercing coldness radiated from Shen Qinghou's skin.Lan Qing looked up at her, and called out in a low voice: "Princess?"

Shen Qinghou raised his hand and said coldly, "Go back to the room."

After meeting with General Lin, Shen Qinghou hurried back with Lan Qing.

And inside the room, after Mo Zhu took Lin Sishen's pulse, there was a strange expression on her face, she pursed her lips and hesitated to speak.

Just after Shen Qinghou worked hard to heal Lin Sishen's injuries, Lin Sishen felt that most of the dullness in her chest had disappeared. Seeing Mo Zhu's strange expression, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Mo Zhu shook her head, she looked at Lin Sishen's pale face firmly, and said softly, "My lord, he will be fine after a period of recuperation."

Lin Sishen lowered her eyes, and raised her hand to lightly press her chest. There was nothing abnormal except for a dull pain. She sat up with support, remembering the aura that invaded her body just now when Shen Qingyun healed her. An inexplicable chill.

Could it be that Shen Qinghou's internal strength has such miraculous effects that it took only a cup of tea to heal her injury?But Shen Qingwan clearly told her that her internal strength can only relieve her pain.

Mo Zhu put away the medicine box, and said in a low voice: "My lord's injury is neither serious nor light. Although two ribs are broken, it still needs to be recuperated for a month."

Lin Sishen remained silent, she got up slowly and planned to get out of bed, Mo Zhu hurriedly reached out to support her: "Young master is injured, how can you get up, if you have something to do, just tell your servant."

Lin Sishen clutched his chest, looked up at Mo Zhu and said in a deep voice, "I want to see her."

"Her?" Mo Zhu was stunned for a moment, and then realized: "The young master is talking about the princess?"

Lin Sishen nodded, and she couldn't explain why, but now she just wanted to go to Shen Qinghou, ask her what was going on with her internal strength, or thank her.

Mo Zhu sighed lightly when she heard the words, she refused to let go of Lin Sishen's hand no matter what: "It's never too late to go again tomorrow, why should you be in a hurry, young master?"

Lin Sishen thought of his resistance to Shen Qinghou after he was seriously injured, and felt a little inappropriate. Shen Qingyou was so defensive with good intentions, which might make Shen Qingwei cold: "Didn't you say that I was not seriously injured, If I don't go to see her, I won't be at ease."

Mo Zhu knew her temperament, and after hearing what she said, she didn't intend to stop her. After sighing quietly, she helped Lin Sishen up: "The servant girl will go with the young master."

Outside the door, the Ninth Prince and General Lin were still a little dazed when they saw Lin Sishen walking out, but Mo Zhu explained them before they felt relieved.

The Ninth Prince felt guilty when he heard that Xingren had hurt Lin Sishen at the banquet. Seeing that her swordsmanship was quite good today, he had a better opinion of her, and his attitude towards her was much better, so he asked her to stay in the palace to recuperate.

Seeing this, General Lin was also relieved, saying that he was going back home to report to the old lady, and after a few words of advice to Lin Sishen, he went back home.

The guests in the hall dispersed, leaving only a mess, and the servants of the palace were busy cleaning up the mess.

With the support of Mo Zhu, Lin Sishen walked slowly along the courtyard where Shen Qinghou lived in his memory.

I didn't meet many people on the road, Lin Sishen looked sideways at Mo Zhu and asked thoughtfully: "Mo Zhu, do you know any exercises in this world that can heal people's internal injuries in a short time?"

Mo Zhu glanced at her, thought for a while and said sullenly: "I've never heard of such exercises, unless you are talking about immortals."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly came to her senses, and hurriedly asked: "Could it be that the young master's injury was healed by the princess? When the general returned to the mansion, he hurriedly pulled the servants over. Seeing the general's appearance, the servants thought the young master was about to die. "

Lin Sishen touched his painful chest and slowly shook his head: "Maybe it's my illusion."

Although she said it was an illusion, she still doubted it in her heart. After being injured by Wen Xingren, she could feel that she had suffered serious internal injuries. When she healed her wounds, her pain was reduced by more than half, and the only injuries left on her body were two broken ribs.

Mo Zhu had never heard of it, and she had never heard of such miraculous magic skills.

Not long after the two walked, they arrived at Shen Qinghou's courtyard. Lin Sishen lowered his eyes and coughed softly. Mo Zhu's eyes fell leisurely in the distance, and suddenly he stopped, and then supported Lin Sishen's hand slowly. Tighten slowly.

Lin Sishen turned his head to look at her, and asked with some doubts, "What's wrong?"

Mo Zhu stared straight into the distance without saying a word, Lin Sishen wondered what she was looking at so abnormally, so he raised his eyes to follow her gaze.

Then she also froze in place, staring blankly at the two figures cuddling together in the distance, unable to recover for a long time.

Outside the courtyard in the distance, Shen Qinghou and Wen Xingren were standing side by side, she turned slightly sideways as if leaning on Wen Xingren's shoulder, Wen Xing supported her arm with one hand, and wrapped the other around her shoulder.

The two behaved intimately, from a distance they looked like a pair of lingering and well-matched lovers, taking advantage of the dead of night to have a private meeting.

Lin Sishen had never seen Shen Qinghou so weakly nestled in someone else's arms.

Lin Sishen only felt a stabbing pain in her chest, she clutched her chest and lowered her head expressionlessly, the other hand hanging between her sleeves couldn't help but slowly tightened, holding them firmly together.

Mo Zhu bit his lip and looked at the two figures in the distance, and then turned his head to look at Lin Sishen, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.She had been with Lin Sishen for many years, and she knew Lin Sishen better than her aunt and wife, and after only a momentary change of mood, she discovered that Lin Sishen was strange.

She asked softly: "That man...Young Master, do you recognize him?"

Lin Sishen took a deep breath and raised her head again. When she saw the two still motionless figures, she raised the corners of her lips ironically and said in a deep voice, "Of course I recognize it. It's Wen Xingren, General Wen."

Mo Zhu looked at Lin Sishen thoughtfully, and said softly: "The Princess and General Wen..."

"It has nothing to do with me." Lin Sishen turned around abruptly, swayed and then stood still, she opened her lips but did not utter a word for a long time.

It turned out that the special person in Shen Qinghou's heart was really Wen Xingren.Whether Shen Qingwan's tenderness or concern in the past was just a way to win over, or just a boring joke for a while.

Mo Zhu stepped forward and gently tugged at the corner of her clothes, and called out with a complicated expression: "Master."

Lin Sishen closed her eyes, only to feel a piercing pain in her heart, she said coldly: "Go home."

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Shen Qinghou slowly opened her eyes, her pale and tired face was full of coldness, she turned her head to look at Wen Xingren beside her, and said two words coldly: "Let go."

Wen Xingren loosened his grip on her arm slightly, but he still refused to let go. It was the first time in so many years that he was so close to Shen Qinghou. How could he be willing to let go of this woman he missed day and night.

He put his arms around Shen Qinghou's shoulders, and said softly: "Wu'er, you almost passed out just now..."

"I tell you to let go." Shen Qinghou frowned slightly and interrupted him mercilessly, looking at him even more coldly.

Wen Xingren Wenyan slowly let go of her, took two steps back, looked at her with pursed lips and said, "Wu'er, I just can't let you go, I want to see you."

Shen Qinghou stood still and swayed slightly. She looked extremely weak and tired, but she still maintained the aloofness and arrogance of rejecting others thousands of miles away. She looked up at Wen Xingren, and said lightly: " General Wen, don't forget my identity."

Wen Xingren's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "Princess."

The coldness emanating from Shen Qinghou's body could really send chills down the spine, she fixedly looked at the dejected Wen Xingren in front of her: "Unexpectedly, after a few years, General Wen's actions are still so reckless. "

Wen Xingren raised his head abruptly, his deep eyes were full of unwillingness and pain: "Wu... the princess blamed me for hurting her?"

Shen Qinghou frowned, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with Wen Xingren's words: "The competition that was called to the end, you obviously failed because of your impatience, but you still shot and hurt people in front of so many court officials before returning to Beijing If something like this happens, is it possible that I still want to praise you?"

"The last general is guilty." Wen Xingren lowered his eyes, but then asked in a low voice: "Is the Princess annoyed because the last general hurt someone, or because the last one hurt was Lin Sishen."

Shen Qinghou shook her head in disappointment, she closed her eyes and asked in a cold voice: "Is it possible that General Wen is full of love for children now, and you hurt her today, never thought that if General Lin really wanted to care about it, Your position as Commander-in-Chief of Faliao should be changed."

Wen Xingren's face changed when he heard the words, he hurriedly cupped his hands and knelt down and said: "The general didn't think carefully, and I hope the princess will calm down."

Seeing that Wen Xingren was ashamed and restless, Shen Qinghou still scolded in a cold voice: "General Lin has a generous temper. Although he doesn't care about it, there is no guarantee that others will not make a big fuss about it. I have told you several times, don't do it at the banquet. Even though you provoke Sishen, you still can't control your jealousy. The commander-in-chief of an army is so arrogant."

Wen Xingren knew that Shen Qinghou was really angry this time, and that his impulsiveness had indeed almost ruined the event, so he didn't dare to argue any more, and could only grit his teeth and kneel down with shame on his face.

Shen Qinghou glanced at Wen Xingren faintly, sighed faintly as the eyes flowed, and her complexion eased a lot. She flicked her sleeves and helped her up, and sighed softly: "General Wen, get up, what is Qinghou doing?" The rebuke is really because I heard that the general's actions today are too impulsive, and it is by no means intentionally embarrassing."

Wen Xingren got up slowly, he gave Shen Qinghou a complicated look, and then said shamelessly: "The general knows the princess's intentions, and the general is indeed too impulsive in what happened today, and I hope the princess will calm down."

Shen Qingwei nodded lightly, and said softly: "Fortunately, she is fine, but I heard that the general will come to the door to apologize tomorrow."

Wen Xingren drooped his head sullenly, cupped his hands and said, "At the end of tomorrow, I will come to General Lin to plead guilty."

After all, this matter can still be remedied, Shen Qinghou lowered his eyes to hide the tiredness in his eyes, and softly comforted him: "I heard that the general has traveled a long distance for a few days, and I think he is already tired, so let's go back and rest earlier."

After speaking, Shen Qingwan was about to leave, but Wen Xingren raised his eyes anxiously and stopped her: "Princess."

Shen Qinghou turned his back to him and asked in a cold voice without turning his head: "What else is there for General Wen?"

Wen Xingren looked at her back, took out a sachet from his sleeve with downcast eyes, and poured out a bead from it. He looked at the bead in his palm, with a gentle smile on his lips: "This is the camel merchant from A little gadget brought back from the Western Regions, the final general saw how beautiful it was, so he specially brought it back as a gift to the princess, and I hope the princess will not dislike it."

The bead is sky blue in color, transparent and clean, with a mysterious brilliance inside, it looks really beautiful.

Shen Qinghou turned to look at him, glanced at the beads in his hand, his expression seemed to be filled with joy, as calm as a lake without the slightest ripple.She opened her lips and said softly: "General Wen should keep this rare and beautiful gadget and give it to his future wife in the future."

As if Wen Xingren had never heard of it, he took a step forward and looked straight at Shen Qingwan, and said softly: "It's just a thought for the princess, I just hope that when the princess plays with it, there will be something in my heart. Remember the last general."

Shen Qinghou looked at him leisurely for a long while, but in the end he still didn't accept it, but just said lightly: "I heard that General's thoughts, so don't put them on Qingyou needlessly."

Wen Xingren held the bead in his hand, shook his head with a wry smile, and then squeezed it violently, crushing the bead in his hand. He raised his eyes and looked at Shen Qinghou, with tenderness still in his eyes: "Princess Princess It’s fine if you don’t like it, and you will find something else another day, and one day you will find what the princess really wants.”

Seeing this, Shen Qinghou just shook her head, and she said softly, "Qinghou has already found what she really wants, General Wen, don't be persistent."

After finishing speaking, he ignored him and turned to leave.

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