Listen to the king's order

"Third Young Master, this Pavilion Master Jiang..."

Lu Ming walked up to Jiang Qichen in a nonchalant way, but he stretched out his hand, but it was trembling badly.

There was no warmth in the room, Jiang Qichen's complexion was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and he lay there lifelessly.

When the room was bright, Lu Ming saw fragments of wine jars all over the floor, and a string of bloody footprints.

Jiang Qichen's clothes were snow-white, but his chest was stained with blood, and his arms, waist, and legs were also scratched by debris, oozing bright red, as if a gorgeous painting had been painted on his white skirt.

Lu Ming slowly pressed onto Jiang Qichen's face, his hands were already cold, but they still shivered violently from the temperature on Jiang Qichen's face.

His body... so cold... Is he dead?He is finally dead, and I can be relieved when he dies, but why, I am in such pain...

I let him lie on this cold ground all night, I didn't care, I hurt him and hated him...

He died, I should be happy, this is his due punishment, it was he who blamed me first.I'm just... tit for tat...

There seemed to be a layer of water vapor in front of his eyes, even Jiang Qichen's cold and pale face was blurred.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and a stream of hot liquid dripped down Lu Ming's razor-like jaw.

He actually... cried?

No matter how hard the training in the shadow was, he never cried.No matter how many injuries he suffered, he never cried.When he was slandered by Jiang Qichen and his martial arts were revoked, he never cried.He never cried when life was worse than death on the bed of ice.

When Lu Ming was heartless, he hadn't shed a single tear.Later, he broke his heart and never cried.

But today, because the person he had always hated died, he actually shed tears?

Several servants stood at the door, not daring to enter or leave, they all looked at their young master sitting on the ground silently crying in disbelief.

It was the Third Young Master who told them to let Pavilion Master Jiang fend for himself. Now that Pavilion Master Jiang is dying, it was also the Third Young Master who rushed to cry at him...

Is this asking him to die or to let him live...

After watching for a while, a brave man finally couldn't help but speak: "That...Third Young Master...you'd better stop crying, and if you don't call the doctor, this Pavilion Master Jiang will really die..."

Lu Ming, who was teary-eyed, trembled all over. As if he remembered something, he put his trembling hand into Jiang Qichen's nose, and a faint and cold breath slowly brushed his hand.

Trembling, Lu Ming took a deep breath, and picked up the cold Jiang Qichen from the ground, his voice hoarse: "Call Miracle Doctor Xue!"

Putting Jiang Qichen on the bed, Lu Ming viciously pulled the quilt over him, ran to the closet and took out two more beds as if it wasn't enough, covered Jiang Qichen tightly, and said to himself: " Jiang Qichen, listen to me, I don't want your life, what you owe me, I can't pay with your life alone!"

As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of a few people shivering at the door from the corner of his eye, and shouted angrily, "What are you doing in a daze! Why don't you light the fire!"

There were still wet tears on Lu Ming's face. Although he spoke fiercely at the moment, he looked quite like a wounded little animal. The hairs all over his body stood on end, but there was a feeling of softness. gas.

Divine doctor Xue came very quickly, he almost stepped on a piece of broken porcelain as soon as he entered the door with the medicine box on his shoulders.He flashed back quickly and exclaimed: "Oh, what happened here, demolishing the house?"

When Lu Ming saw Miracle Doctor Xue, it was as if he saw a life-saving straw. He grabbed him by the collar and pushed him to the bed: "Look at him quickly."

Doctor Xue first glanced at Lu Ming in astonishment, and then set his eyes on Jiang Qichen's pale face. As soon as he lifted the quilt wrapped around Jiang Qichen's body, the blood color of his body came into view.

"You did this?" Miracle doctor Xue turned his head and looked at Lu Ming in surprise: "How long has it been since you two broke up?"

Lu Ming kept his face sullen without saying a word, but his eyes were fixed on Jiang Qichen.Then he saw Miracle Doctor Xue unfasten Jiang Qichen's clothes in twos and twos. The bloody hole on Jiang Qichen's chest overlapped with the wound pierced by a cold arrow many days ago in a strange way.

Divine doctor Xue frowned, and said sharply after a while: "If you want his life, you should come to me later. Don't say too much, even if you are a little later, the god Da Luo will not be able to save him."

Hearing his words, Lu Ming panicked. The nerves that had been tense before suddenly broke, and his feet went limp and he fell to the ground.Several servants saw this and wanted to help him, but he pushed them away with one hand.

Lu Ming grabbed the cuff of Miracle Doctor Xue with trembling hands, his eyes were bloodshot from crying just now: "You save him..."

Seeing Lu Ming's distraught appearance, Master Xue couldn't say anything else to stimulate him, so he administered the needle and said, "The cold arrow wound is easy to recur. Didn't I leave medicine for you that day? It’s not healed? That’s all, but Zuo can live for a while, and you have added another knife. How much hatred do you have with him? This leg problem happened at the same time, and the wound that was not deep can make him bleed The flow doesn't stop. The room is so cold, won't it become a death talisman if the wind blows again?"

Lu Ming grabbed his front front by himself, and he pulled out a wrinkle in the water-blue shirt vigorously, but even so, he still felt out of breath.It was as if his heart was filled with ice balls, and when he moved a little, a lot of them would fall out, freezing him stiff and aching from the cold in an instant.

"Hey, don't be dumb." Miracle Doctor Xue handed Lu Ming a small pliers: "I stepped on the broken pieces, I can't see clearly with my old eyes, you go and pick them out for him."

Lu Ming took the pliers as if he had just woken up from a dream. He sat at the end of the bed and carefully held Jiang Qichen's ankle.

The soles of Jiang Qichen's feet were badly cut by debris, and a few sharp pieces of porcelain were deeply embedded in his flesh and blood. Lu Ming's hands holding the pliers couldn't stop shaking.

He has never felt that there is anything difficult to do in his life. There was one thing five years ago, and that was that he wanted to die.Now, there is a second thing, which is that he can't do it.

"No," Lu Ming struggled for a long time, and said discouragedly, "I can't do it."

Doctor Xue was sewing up the wound on Jiang Qichen's chest with a needle, and without turning his head when he heard the words, he said softly, "Then you call a servant to do it, it's this servant who has rough hands and feet, don't let him do it again." hurt more."

Lu Ming paused, bit his lower lip hard, and clenched the pliers without saying a word.He tried his best to be as gentle as possible, picking out the tiles quickly and ruthlessly, for fear of hurting Jiang Qichen.

As soon as he put down the pliers, Miracle Doctor Xue threw a bottle of medicine and a string of gauze over: "Is it possible to apply the medicine? Is it possible to bandage?"

Lu Ming nodded silently, and turned to bandage Jiang Qichen again.When the wound on Jiang Qichen's foot was treated and the last layer of white gauze was wrapped, a thin layer of sweat had already formed on Lu Ming's back.

There was finally warmth in the house.

Doctor Xue pulled the quilt to Jiang Qichen's chest, and then asked, "What medicine does he often take when he is sick?"

Lu Ming was slightly taken aback, and then went to the front of the case to dip his pen and ink, and wrote three pages eloquently. He handed the prescription to Dr. Xue: "This is the prescription from five years ago. I don't know what medicine he is taking now. He is accompanying him." The people who were sent away by me, only this."

Divine doctor Xue squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while, picked up the pen and changed the taste a few times, and then wrote a prescription: "Two prescriptions, one for legs and one for wounds, let someone decoct the medicine."

Lu Ming took them one by one, and turned his gaze to Jiang Qichen on the bed.The man has calmed down, but the worry in his eyes is clear: "He..."

"If you don't want him to die, don't bother him anymore." Miracle Doctor Xue stepped onto the medicine box and shook his head helplessly: "Don't look back and I'll make the antidote, he'll be a joke if he dies."

Lu Ming's body shook, and he put on a miserable expression again. Miracle doctor Xue, who was obsessed with watching, waved his hands quickly, and ran out with the medicine box in his arms: "Mother, I'm really afraid of you."

After Master Xue left, Lu Ming handed over the prescription to the servants, ordered them to fry it and bring it over, and dismissed the maid who cleaned the house, and sat alone beside Jiang Qichen's bed.

Fumbling for Jiang Qichen's cool palm from the soft quilt, he held it in his own.

These hands, which were always warm before, were still strong, protecting him again and again.Lu Ming breathed lightly into the palm of his hand, and rubbed his fingers on the back of Jiang Qichen's hand. It took him a long time to feel warm.

He closed his eyes, put that hand on his face, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and whispered softly: "You are right, I still have you in my heart."

"I once told you that there are three stages of enlightenment for a Buddhist speaker, which are exploration, letting go, and freedom."

"I thought you treated me like that, I should hate you. In the boundless cold day after day, what supported me to walk down was hatred for you. Isn't it ridiculous that you don't even want me?" But I still can't let you go, and I think about you even as long as I live."

"I thought I was going to kill you with my own hands after what I've gone through. But now that I see you like this, I can't wait to suffer for you. Why do you always tell me to miss you so much? forget?"

Lu Ming sighed deeply. He had just experienced a mental agitation, and his face was already full of fatigue.He opened his black pupils, concentrating on the doom in his fate, and whispered: "Time has passed, and I still can't let you go. I'm afraid I will never be able to find out the word love."

For two days in a row, Lu Ming stayed on guard for as long as Jiang Qichen fell asleep.

Changing medicine, feeding medicine, scrubbing body, everything is small and big, and I do it myself, and the servants can't get in if they want to.

Every day they watched their master either holding Pavilion Master Jiang's hand in a daze, or staring at the person's face in a daze, sitting by the bed all day long, not knowing what he was thinking.

They couldn't help but began to make up their minds about the relationship between these two people. The three young masters walked out here with a gloomy face that day, and before they left, they specifically ordered Pavilion Master Jiang to fend for himself.It took only one night, Pavilion Master Jiang was seriously injured and fell to the ground, and the third young master came here as if he had lost his soul, crying like he was dying.

There are tricks, these two people definitely have tricks.

No matter how you look at it, the third young master failed in courtship, and became angry from embarrassment.Or the overlord was unable to force his bow, and he was so angry that he hurt people.

Lu Ming took a book of poems and walked to the bedside, and said softly, "You guys go down first."

The servants retreated lightly, hey - I forgot to mention just now that the third young master still reads poems to people every evening, I don't know what kind of sentiment he is cultivating...

"It's snowing again today." Lu Ming sat on the edge of the bed, whispering softly: "Actually, I don't like snow, because it's very cold when it melts. But I can't help but look at the patches of white snow outside. Thinking of you, I gradually fell in love with you. How about reading a poem about snow to you today?"

Turning the yellowed pages, Lu Ming read softly:

"The wind blows away the snow in the middle of the night, and Qianhun still loves the peach blossom moon. Don't wake up from the dream, let him do it for his own benefit.

Listening to the painting corner for no reason, the red ice beside the pillow is thin.Saima hissed, and Remnant Star waved the banner. "

Lu Ming's eyes turned and fell on the bloodless sleeping face, and he frowned softly: "What are you dreaming about, why are you refusing to wake up for so long? The words say, 'Don't wake up the dream, it's for his benefit OK.’, then I won’t rush you, I will stay with you as long as you are willing to lie down.”

The author has something to say:

Mom: Be sober!The third young master of your family is subject to hello!

"The wind blows away the snow in the middle of the night, and Qianhun still loves the peach blossom moon. Don't wake up from the dream, let him do it for his own benefit.

Listening to the painting corner for no reason, the red ice beside the pillow is thin.Saima hissed, and Remnant Star waved the banner. "——"Bodhisattva Man·Shuo Feng Blows away the Midnight Snow"·Nalan Xingde