Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

Babur's eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were fixed on Saya's face, he refused to blink like masochistic, his footsteps were heavy but uncompromising.

Saya finally begged desperately: "Brother...please...let me end it myself?"

All the people present were moved by it.

flesh and blood...

Before she died, Saya would rather kill herself than Babur's hands to be stained with the blood of her relatives.

But Babur seemed to be going crazy, and he sent the scimitar into Saya's hot chest little by little.

Hot blood sprayed Babur all over his body and face.

But he didn't realize it like a walking dead.

"Brother...forgive yourself...my sister doesn't blame you..." This was Saya's last words before she died.

That being said, Khasaya's death was not peaceful.

She fell into the blood-stained yellow sand with unkempt hair and disheveled face, her eyes fixed on the direction of Qian Zuisheng's death.

All of Qian Zuisheng's thoughts were on the carriage behind him.

The military doctor is stopping Jiang Xianjing's bleeding.

Qian Zuisheng's heart was floating empty.

Babur wiped off the clan emblem with his underwear again, stepped forward on his knees, and presented his hands to Qianzuisheng amidst the spurning and disdain of the Gaochang people.

Qian Zuisheng took half a step back in disgust, and Wei Cang took the clan emblem.

The sound of Qianzui didn't even make Babur get up, the wheels of the carriage rustled on the yellow sand.

Babur didn't dare to look up, the carriage went far away, so he trotted to follow.

Qian Zuisheng acted as if no one was around, and carried Jiang Xian to Qinghe Khan Palace in shock.

Babur served tea and water himself, and waited outside the palace attentively.

Qian Zuisheng didn't even look at him.

The military doctor fell to his knees, and Qian Zuisheng dropped several plates in a row: "Is it for nothing to raise you alone? They say that there is no problem, no problem, why doesn't the prince wake up?"

The military doctor kowtowed non-stop: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please tell me that the prince has suffered a loss of energy and blood, and it is difficult to wake up for a while, so there is no danger of his life."

Qian Zuisheng was still furious.

Nu Yi, who was squatting outside the house, hesitated several times and finally slipped in.

Qian Zui has a loud voice, and since he was punished last time, Nu Yi's life has not been easy.

He followed Wei Cang, although there was never a shortage of food and drink, but how could he be nourished by Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng?

But Jiang Xianjing is very kind to him, as long as there is something delicious, he will always leave a portion for him.

Although Qian Zuisheng still didn't want to see him, his attitude was much better.

He even turned a blind eye to things like eating and drinking, and let him go.

Nu Yi is withdrawn by nature, because of his congenital disability, he has low self-esteem and sensitivity.

Except for Qian Zuisheng and Wei Su who have never been very close to others, Jiang Xianjing has been taking care of Nu Yi's emotions like moistening things silently.

Nu Yi saw the scimitar piercing Jiang Xianjing's lower abdomen with his own eyes, but Nu Yi was speechless, but his vision was blurred.

At this moment, he was running around anxiously, and when he heard the military doctor say that Jiang Xian was frightened and bloody, he quickly rolled up his sleeves: "Exchange blood!"

What the hell?

All the military doctors in the room thought there was something wrong with their ears.

Isn't Nu Yi crazy?

Only Qian Zuisheng got excited and sat up from the bed: "What did you say?"

As soon as Nu puffed out his chubby belly, he said again: "Exchange blood!"

The military doctors heard clearly this time, and they looked at each other in disbelief, but they dared not speak.

Qian Zuisheng waved his hand, motioning for everyone to back down.

Nu stuck out his tongue and walked out in a desperate manner, but was stopped by Qian Zui's voice: "Wait a minute."

Nu was overjoyed and nodded hurriedly.

There were only two masters and servants left in the house.

Qian Zuisheng's tone became cold and serious again: "What a fool, come here!"

Nu Yile walked over.

Qian Zuisheng smiled but not: "Where did you hear this method?"

Nu Yi immediately shook his head, and said in ventriloquist: "My lord, you are bleeding, Nu Yi, yes!"

Qian Zuisheng seemed to be smiling, and casually picked up a piece of pastry on the table and handed it over: "Hey... come here..."

Nu swallowed his saliva, hesitating for a moment before he could resist the temptation of the pastry.

He made up his mind that at worst he would be hung up and beaten for three more days.

Anyway, Master Ah Xiang said that only I know about the exchange of blood. As long as I keep my mouth shut, the Heavenly King and I will not know, let alone His Majesty.

Nuo took a big bite of the pastry, Qian Zuisheng nodded in satisfaction: "Good Nuoyi, the prince exchanged blood for Gu last time, did you see that?"

"Clap!"

The pastry in Nu's hand was scattered all over the floor.

Nuo Yi did not escape this disaster after all.

He couldn't write, so he was hung upside down on the beam of the house, holding a pen in both hands, and drew the scene where Ah Xiang exchanged blood for Jiang Xianjing.

Qian Zuisheng trembled after only one glance.

It just so happened that Nu Yi didn't know what to do and wrote two horizontal lines on the paper.

Qian Zuisheng can naturally understand that the two horizontal lines represent two times.

Qian Zuisheng's blood poured down, as if he was suddenly drained of strength, and fell down on the bed.

He has always wondered why the poison in his body that even Ah Xiang can't recover from is suddenly cured?

Not only is the poison detoxified, but also his skill has greatly increased?

No wonder those quack doctors in Qianyu Country couldn't diagnose the reason, no wonder, no wonder Jiang Xianjing left without saying goodbye.

No wonder he was so weak when we met again, afraid of the cold...

One pile after another, he actually suffered for himself.

Jiang Xianjing traded his own life for his.

He always felt that in the relationship between two people, he paid more.

He was even willing to let go of his hatred for Jiang Xianjing, and went with him to live a normal life at the foot of Nanshan Mountain.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xian was shocked...

The person he can't even move his hair, the person he cares about on the tip of his heart...

Qian Zuisheng has been sitting in front of Jiang Xianjing's bed, reminiscing all about the two people's acquaintance all night long.

Looking at Jiang Xianjing's pale face, Qian Zuisheng trembled with fear, fearing that he would never see this person again.

Fearing that Jiang Xianjing would never wake up again.

When dawn broke, Jiang Xianjing was still asleep.

Qian Zuisheng carefully lifted the quilt, got in by himself, curled up into Jiang Xianjing's arms with his clothes, and put his ears on Jiang Xianjing's chest through the thin underwear.

Listening to the continuous heartbeat in his chest.

Every time the heart beats, Qian Zuisheng's heart beats weakly.

When the military doctor came in to change the dressing, Qian Zuisheng just lay on his stomach like that, quietly feeling Jiang Xianjing's breathing and heartbeat.

After a few days, Jiang Xianjing's fingertips moved slightly.

Qian Zuisheng thought it was his hallucination, he didn't dare to open his eyes, he just buried his head deeper into Jiang Xianjing's chest.

Jiang Xian's chest vibrated in shock, and a muffled voice came from above his head: "Is Your Majesty taking advantage of someone's danger?"

Qian Zuisheng lifted the quilt, and wept with joy when he saw Qian Zuisheng's lazy gaze.

Jiang Xian jumped in shock: "Honey, what's wrong with you?"

Qian Zuisheng only cried and did not speak.

Jiang Xianjing only thought that he was terrified by his own injury, and hurriedly said pleasant comfort to him.

Unexpectedly, the more she comforted her, the more Qian Zui Sheng cried more and more.

Jiang Xianjing was well aware of Qian Zuisheng's temperament.

This kid, shed blood but not tears, it is more difficult to get him to say a soft word than to kill him.

Can make him cry like a bear, is it possible that his life is not long?

"That..." Jiang Xian asked tentatively, "Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky, baby..."

Qian Zuisheng remained silent, and began to untie Jiang Xianjing's belt.

Jiang Xian was almost insane.

This kid, is it possible to bully the injured?He is going to die, does he still think about that?