Wang Ye is a Demon

After everyone heard the scream of the palace lady, the whole palace seemed to be in a mess. The palace lady present or the concubines on both sides changed their faces suddenly, and some even screamed.

At this moment, Gu Yining seemed to have become a plague god. Everyone stayed away. Only Mo Jianchen pushed away the palace maids crowded together and rushed towards Gu Yining.

Behind her, there are mottled blood stains, scattered, distressing to see, the red yarn mopping the floor, inadvertently stained with the bright red blood.

Gu Yining knelt on the ground feebly, her supporting hands trembling involuntarily, her soul seemed to be bumping everywhere, trying to break through the shackles of her body, the darkness slowly swallowed everything in front of her, a "buzzing" sound It blocked her ears, making her unable to hear the sounds around her.

No, she couldn't go on like this anymore. She tried to get up, only to find that all her strength had gathered at her fingertips, and then suddenly disappeared.

The body began to cold involuntarily, as if being thrown into an ice hole.

Suddenly, there was warmth on the body, and the whole figure seemed to be surrounded. In the ear, Mo Jianchen's worried call could be heard vaguely. He called her name again and again, but she could not respond.

Suddenly her body vacated-Mo Jianchen hugged her horizontally, warmth slowly enveloped her body, as if a strand of thread climbed up her skin, penetrated into her body, maintaining her weakness Breath.

She didn't even know that at this moment, she was beaten and hugged by Mo Jianchen, like a dying patient, with her hands hanging in the air due to gravity, and her head weakly leaning against Mo Jianchen's. Above her chest, she could not hear Mo Jianchen's voice, nor could she feel his sonorous heartbeat.

"Emperor grandmother, father, mother, forgive Chen'er's rudeness, Chen'er retire first." Mo Jianchen spoke concisely, turned around and strode out towards the house.

"His Royal Highness, wait for Xiangqi!" Upon seeing this, Yun Xiangqi immediately stood up from her seat, thinking about taking the carriage back to the house with Mo Jianchen, but didn't want Mo Jianchen to give any response at all, but strode. After walking out, he disappeared from her sight.

Mo Jianchen walked fast all the way, but he was extra careful, for fear that Gu Yining would be uncomfortable if he walked too fast.

Every two steps he took, he lowered his eyes worriedly to look at Gu Yining, fearing that she would be wrong.

Seeing Gu Yining slowly closing his eyes, Mo Jianchen's heart almost stopped beating: "Gu Yining, don't fall asleep, have you heard?! This king orders you! Don't sleep!"

As Mo Jianchen spoke, he slowly transported the cultivation base out of his body, and poured it into Gu Yining's body little by little--in order to maintain Gu Yining's weak breathing.

Gu Yining opened her eyes strongly, her small face was no longer bloody, it took a long time before she opened her lips with difficulty, and weak words slowly spit out from her mouth: "I... so tired..... ."

"Don't sleep when you are tired! This king will take you back to the Eighth Prince's Mansion right away, and Junli will definitely heal you!" Mo Jianchen was anxious, his sword eyebrows frowned, and his deep eyes showed unprecedented worry and fear. .

He had never been so worried about a person, had never been so afraid of a person's departure. She couldn't die, and he had to protect her for the rest of her life. How could she take this right away ruthlessly.

The cultivation base continued to be continuously fed into her body, but as soon as the cultivation base entered her body, it suddenly dispersed like smoke, and wisps of warmth penetrated into her body, and then disappeared again.

"Chen Chen, don't do this..." Gu Yining stopped Mo Jianchen. She knew it would be of no avail. If this continues, she is afraid that it will hurt Mo Jianchen.

Mo Jianchen didn't give any response, he still went his own way.

After embracing her in the carriage, he immediately ordered the coachman to rush back to the Eighth Palace.

At this moment, Gu Yining was lying in Mo Jianchen’s arms. She weakly watched the wisps of light blue light penetrate into her body. There was a sorrow and grief on the tip of her nose: "Chen Chen, don’t lose, I’m fine. sleepy....."

"You are not allowed to sleep without my king's permission, have you heard?!" Mo Jianchen looked at Gu Yining anxiously.

auzw.com I don't know if it is because of her dizziness that she can't see clearly or something, she actually saw...tears in his deep eyes?

I vaguely heard the patter of rain outside the carriage-is it raining?

Mo Jianchen was really too afraid of losing. He was afraid that Gu Yining would never wake up after sleeping like this.

"If you dare to sleep, the king will make things difficult for you day by day and bully you every night." Mo Jianchen warned from the side, not so much a warning, but more like a prayer.

She knew what Mo Jianchen meant. She knew what Mo Jianchen was afraid of. As soon as he finished speaking, she weakly squeezed out a faint smile: "Don't worry, I won't die. You are a widow."

After speaking, Mo Jianchen's serious and tense face finally eased. When the time is up, she still has the strength to laugh with him here.

"This king won't let you die."

As soon as the voice fell, the carriage braked sharply, causing the two of them to almost fall out of their seats.

After the carriage braked sharply, it never moved forward.

Mo Jianchen couldn't help asking what happened when he saw that he was not moving forward.

Later I learned that the road was muddy on rainy days and the road ahead was blocked.

The more urgent it is, the more troublesome it becomes.

"How long will it take to continue driving?"

A sharp voice came from the carriage through the curtain.

"If you go back to your Highness, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave for a while," the coachman reported timidly.

The road ahead was blocked, making it difficult for the carriage to move.

Mo Jianchen sighed heavily, then hugged Gu Yining by his side and rushed out of the carriage.

"His Royal Highness, this is..." The coachman couldn't understand why Mo Jianchen suddenly hugged Gu Yining.

"Take her back to the mansion." Mo Jianchen didn't say much, turned around and rushed towards the Eighth Prince's Mansion with Gu Yining in his arms.

Gu Yining's situation can no longer be delayed, and if he drags on, I am afraid that I will lose her forever.

The cold rain fell ruthlessly on Mo Jianchen's hair, face, shoulders, wet his clothes and messed up his hair.

Similarly, the icy raindrops also fell on Gu Yining's body, it was cold, but she was no longer able to withdraw into his arms.

Just as he was preparing to use his cultivation base to isolate the rain, a light-colored aperture suddenly fainted around him, like a protective cover, separating the two of them from the rain.

The raindrops hit the aperture, and then fell to the ground along the arc of the aperture.

The light as soft as silk enveloped the two of them, and the light that seemed to be deja vu was Lingzhu.