After attacking the tyrant, I held the wrong thigh

Chapter 45
After Jing Xu came back from the fighting tiger field, he fell seriously ill.

The high fever persisted for two days.

During the period, I always dreamed of some strange things.

She also mistook the face of the master who taught her Taoism as that of Xuan Shuo.

She also dreamed that she was wearing a white robe, smiling so wantonly, but she had never worn such gorgeous clothes.

These strange dreams made her addicted, and made her feel familiar and strange at the same time.

"Princess..." Siwen wiped her forehead while holding her hot little hand in distress.

Everyone guarded Jing Xu, even Jiang Xing came several times, but her tyrant father never set foot in her hall.

Jing Xu's sleep has been fuzzy for the past few days, but she can faintly hear what everyone said.

Just can't keep my eyes open.

Couldn't even move.

Another night, Jing Xu was surprised to find that he was floating in the air, and he could see the pale little girl lying on the bed, dying.

On one side is Siwen who is running around in a hurry, and in the brightly lit Princess Palace, the servants change basins of water one after another.

She circled them, but no one could see her.

"Princess!" Siwen's voice was helpless, holding her little hand even more helplessly.

Jing Xu sighed slightly, Siwen's feelings for him were really too deep.

It's no wonder that later, even though Jing Xu was tortured to death by the Department of Punishment, he didn't confess that he was stealing medicine for Siwen.

Jing Xu wanted to go in, but couldn't at all.

Because her soul is huge, it can no longer match this physical body.

and many more.

Why was she able to fit into that small body before that?
It seems to be in the state of a soul, and Jing Xu's mind instantly remembers the phrase "little idiot, I found you."

Someone, someone must have done something from it.

Who is it?
Xuan Shuo?

For some reason, the weird guy Xuan Shuo was the first thing that popped up in Jing Xu's mind.

Jing Xu still had time to think about it.

Jing Yu actually came, followed by an anxious Jiang Xingye.

"Princess has a high fever, I've tried my best." Doctor Cui knelt on the ground, it's not uncommon for such a high fever to persist for a long time.

Either die directly, or become a fool after the high fever passes.

That's why the doctors said they did their best.

A rare trace of irritability appeared on Jing Yu's face. Of course, this irritability was not aimed at the imperial physician, but at Jing Xu.

"If you don't wake up again, Gu Mingri will slaughter this Kangning Palace." Jing Yu's eyes were filled with imperative.

But for some reason, as an outsider of Hu Po, he felt a fleeting panic in him.

Jing Xu thought it was a bit funny, a tyrant, one who likes to slaughter nine clans, one who doesn't even care about his own daughter for more than ten years, and one who is indifferent and ruthless watching tigers fight, would he panic?
If he really cared, what would he have done? If he really cared, why would Jing Xu die tragically at the Department of Punishment?

False compassion, fake madness, supreme lunatic.

"Your Majesty, forgive me—" Kneeling again.

Those people didn't even dare to yell for mercy, they could only yell tremblingly in a low voice.

But with Siwen here, she still had to find a way to go back.

She didn't want Siwen to die under the tyrant's knife again.

But now she can't do anything, she came here for no reason, and this high fever is also for no reason.

It was as if everything had been forcibly pulled out and stuffed in.

Suddenly, she saw the round beads on Jing Xu's chest, which Xuan Shuo gave her before leaving.

When it is said that life is in danger, it must be crushed.

Otherwise, give it a try, and treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.


(End of this chapter)