Qinglian Snow Heavy

Candles were brightly lit in the hospital, and because Qinglian was seriously injured, the imperial physician did not dare to move the patient casually, Qinglian was still sleeping on the couch in the lobby.Seeing the emperor coming in, the surrounding imperial physicians all knelt down on the ground tremblingly, without a group of people obstructing the eyes, Jiarui saw Qinglian lying on the couch.After only two hours apart, Jiarui felt that Qinglian's face was paler, and under the bright candlelight, it looked a little transparent, like a cloud of fog, which was about to be blown away by a gust of wind, and then disappeared.

Jiarui only had Qinglian in his eyes, and he didn't see Tong Jingyu standing beside him holding a medicine bowl until he got to the couch. "Your Majesty, take another look. Qinglian was still calling your name just now..." Tong Jingyu stepped aside, and regardless of what Jiarui did to Qinglian, since she was the person Qinglian was thinking of before she died, Let's meet each other.

"What do you mean!" Jia Rui reprimanded Tong Jingyu for his unlucky words.Kneeling at the side, the old doctor shrank behind Jia Rui and said cautiously: "Your Majesty, this young master can't even feed him ginseng soup. I'm afraid the end is approaching. At this very moment, Your Majesty asks for condolences."

Jia Rui'an calmed down, took the bowl from Tong Jingyu's hand, and ordered, "Ginseng soup, is this the bowl? Hurry up and come out to a secluded space in the courtyard, it will be useful later. Why are you still standing there, didn't you hear what I said? After finishing speaking, Jia Rui picked up the bowl and sat on the side of the couch, took a mouthful of ginseng soup, and bent down.

Fate

The ginseng soup was boiled very thick, and the bitterness in his mouth was like the weight of life. Under the heavy pressure, people couldn't show their face. Jia Rui half-kneeled beside the green lotus bed, looking at the face that seemed to be sleeping quietly.There is no anger at all, except for the lotus pattern on the forehead which is still bright red, Qinglian's face has no other color except white, as if it is snow, which is about to melt in the hand, even if you are careful, you can't keep it That pure white is held by love, but also melted by love.

Jiarui put the medicine bowl on the bedside, took Qinglian's hand from the thin quilt, and caressed it.On Qinglian's right hand, the second finger that had been cut off due to Jia Rui's love for pleasure has gradually grown back, and only the two jade-like dark scabs on the front of the fingertips are left, which is a sign of the suffering that has not yet ended.

Jiarui held Qinglian's cold hand and brushed her cheek, then reached into the skirt of her shirt and pressed it to her chest, hoping to use her own body temperature to warm Qinglian's icy body.Jiarui caressed Qinglian's cheek with the other hand, his eyes were full of tender doting, and then danced on Qinglian's lips like a lotus, the temperature from his fingertips was very cold, and there was no more warmth from last night .

Time flowed quietly, as if Qinglian was about to lose her life, all the people in the room looked at the Supreme Sovereign with sadness in their eyes, and kissed Qinglian's lips.Qinglian was about to die, her teeth had already been confinement, Jiarui held the medicine in her mouth and meandered down their cheeks, just like a lover's bitter tears, disturbing the dust of the world.

Tong Jingyu, who was standing on the side, was heartbroken, and stepped forward to snatch the medicine bowl beside the bed, "Your Majesty, can't you let Qinglian go in peace?"

"Jing Yu, give it back to me", the indifferent and familiar tone seemed to return to the days when the monarch and his ministers stayed together for a month in Fengshan, Suzhou.But the next words made Tong Jingyu feel cold. Could it be that this is the anger of the emperor, like the king of beasts mourning the loss of his lover, "Don't force me to let the Tong family be buried with me!"

Jia Rui didn't look at Tong Jingyu, and took the medicine bowl that was handed in front of her eyes, but this time there was no medicine in the mouth, but she directly leaned over and covered Qinglian's lips.Regardless of the dumbfounded others, Jia Rui bit her fiercely, as if a wild beast was using the most primitive method to retaliate, but Qinglian's pale lips before now had some color.Then he poked in with his tongue, trying to pry open the closed white teeth, but Jia Rui tried many times but still failed.

Jiarui's heart turned hard, Qinglian, since you don't forgive me, then take revenge and return it to me after waking up. Hate me, as it happens that I also have a reason to hate.Live on and scold me for my evil deeds to you, otherwise it will be the destruction of everyone and the two kingdoms, if so, Qinglian, I will never forgive you.Jiarui let go of Qinglian's hand in front of her chest, supported Qinglian's head with one hand, and pinched Qinglian's jaw domineeringly with the other.

The room was very quiet, as if you could hear the sound of the bones of the sleeping person being pinched, and after a while, under Jiarui's domineering fingers, a green and red mark was seen on the chin like a green lotus and white jade, and The white teeth that had been closed tightly were finally squeezed open.Seeing this, Jiarui's tongue quickly penetrated into Qinglian's mouth, galloping and plundering wantonly on that piece of bitter land that was about to dry up, patrolling his own territory, the body fluid passing through his mouth seemed to moisten things silently of spring rain.

The kiss was very deep, and Jia Rui didn't let go until she was out of breath, while Qing Lian was still sleeping quietly, without any response.Jiarui's hand was still firmly pinching Qinglian's chin, picked up the medicine bowl beside the couch, swallowed it, and put it into Qinglian's mouth one mouthful at a time.Using several thousand-year-old ginseng to make ginseng soup, just one mouthful can bring the dead back to life.Jia Rui fed the medicine in this way, although a lot of it still came out, but at least half a bowl was fed.

After feeding the medicine, both Jiarui and Qinglian were in a state of distress. Jiarui carefully wiped off the medicine juice left on Qinglian's body with his sleeves. The lips bitten by Jiarui a moment ago were bright red, as if Qinglian was about to die. Like waking up.Jia Rui stood up, turned around and saw that a bamboo couch had been placed on the open space in the courtyard, so Jia Rui lowered his body, put his hands through Qinglian's back, and hugged Qinglian horizontally.

The imperial physicians around felt that the emperor was unusual tonight, but they didn't dare to say anything, they just followed silently, but Jia Rui roared: "Don't follow, no one in the imperial hospital should leave the room tonight! Violators , die!" After a few steps, Jia Rui stopped and said with a sigh, "Tong Jingyu, come with me."

Jiarui came to the hospital with Qinglian in his arms, and Tong Jingyu followed silently behind him. The courtyard of the Taiyuan Hospital is a wide and small square, which is used for drying medicines every day. It is surrounded by osmanthus trees that have not yet bloomed, but the fragrance of the flowers is already gone. Intoxicated.Jiarui carefully placed Qinglian on the bamboo couch to lie flat, then looked up at the sky, it was a dark night with dense clouds covering the moon.

Jia Rui half-kneeled beside Qinglian, brushing off the scattered black hairs on her forehead, revealing the lotus-shaped scar.Qinglian's body is weak, and her body has no ability to recover from the torture. Although it has been several days since Wang Lian was tortured, the wound on Qinglian's forehead shows no signs of healing. And the imperial physicians did not dare to bandage rashly.Dark red flesh and blood rolled in front of his eyes, just like before, shocking.

Jiarui carefully lifted the thin quilt covering Qinglian's body, and what caught her eyes was her naked body.Except for the thick white gauze wrapped around her right shoulder, Qinglian's body was full of unhealed wounds. After the medicine was administered, the imperial doctors simply stopped dressing Qinglian for fear of sticking to the wound.

"You..." Tong Jingyu thought that Jiarui was going to misbehave against Qinglian again, so she stepped forward to stop her, but Jiarui held her hand down. "Don't worry, Jing Yu. I'm sorry for Qinglian. I didn't expect things to turn out like this. Listen to me, guard Qinglian well tonight. After a while, I will let the guards surround the Tai Hospital. Remember, don't let anyone Seeing Qinglian like this. If Qinglian is still well after the moon is gone, come to Fengxian Palace to look for me, if..."

"The Kowloon gold medal is still there. Then I will go to the inner prison and pardon Tong Qing. You should leave Beijing as soon as possible." Jiarui's tone was extremely sad, and Tong Jingyu didn't know what to say.In today's chaos, the emperor still wants to protect the Tong family. Tong Jingyu was moved for a moment, even if the Tong family was ruined, it would be nice if he could save his life.

After finishing speaking, Jia Rui took out the forehead tiara from his bosom, held it in the palm of his hand, lowered his head and kissed Qinglian's forehead lightly for the last time, and then pressed the forehead tiara in his hand to Qinglian's forehead cruelly.The ancient artifact was embedded in Qinglian's body according to the flesh and blood of the same brand on the forehead.

Jiarui helped Qinglian tie it up. The original dark red and flirtatious scars became the current green and pure brow crown, and the upright Qinglian's emerald green light was dim in the dark night.Jia Rui looked at the sleeping Qinglian without any reaction, looked up at the sky, it was still dark and cloudy.Jiarui took one last look at Qinglian, sighed, and turned to leave, leaving Tong Jingyu quietly guarding Qinglian.

Behind him was full of nostalgia, but Jia Rui didn't dare to look back, fearing that he would never be able to leave once he turned around, but Jia Rui stopped at the entrance of Tai Hospital.At this time, a gust of wind brushed against my ears, and the dead air around me suddenly circulated, causing the flowers and trees to rustle.The gloomy night was taken away by the wind, and the black shadow in front of him quickly receded, replaced by the clear and bright moonlight.

Jia Rui turned around and saw green light beams scattered around Qinglian's forehead, which seemed to gather from the surrounding sky, and condensed on Qinglian's eyebrows with the essence of moonlight, the light beams became stronger and stronger.Born on the night of the full moon, the greatest priest in the history of the Moon Kingdom, Yan Lan, the son of the pure moon god, a ray of unwilling soul condensed in the jade, soared out on the night of the moon's waning.Joined with Qinglian's spirit and soul, imprisoning the blood that was born on the day of the full moon into a destiny that cannot be escaped.

miracle

Both Yan Lan and Lin Suyue were born on the night of the full moon, with the deep blessing of the moon god.In the Moon Kingdom, the priests inherited the royal blood of the Yan family, while the Son of the Pure Moon was hailed as the reincarnation of the gods, and could not continue the blood of the gods. Logically speaking, after Yan Lan died, the Son of the Pure Moon would also die.However, Qinglian, who inherited Yan Lan's noble blood, was still favored and favored by the Moon God, and was also born on the night of the full moon.Perhaps this is the god's punishment for Yan Lan's inability to defend himself, so that his descendants are still imprisoned in that inescapable tragic fate.

Tong Jingyu stayed by Qinglian's side all night, fascinated by the faint brilliance that froze around Qinglian.