Marriage on behalf of the weeping blood cold concubine

"what?"

"bump!"

"what!"

"oops!"

Duanmu Minya, who had already narrowed her eyes, opened her eyes wide after hearing Xia Jin's words, then shouted in surprise, and then jumped up again, and because of her excessive movement, she jumped so hard that she was not affected by it. Controlled bounce up.

The entire head slammed into the top of the carved bed, making a loud noise, followed by Duanmu Minya's horrific cry, and Xia Jin's cry of pain that was implicated by her.

Following their screams, a figure as dazzling as a sapphire rushed in through the open door.

Followed by two slender figures, one red and one green, the red one is Qiujuan, the green one is Xiaoying.

And who else is that dazzling sapphire figure besides Song Yichen.

"what!"

When Xia Jin supported her bumped forehead and looked back towards the door, she screamed again.

Can she not scream?

The figure of a man rushing into the room of the well-behaved princess, can she not scream?

Because in the end she gave Duanmu Minya a hard knock on the elbow, and her whole body suddenly stared at him. She could clearly see who was coming in. When she saw the figure of a man, of course she would scream.

And her screaming and the way she held her forehead, and the way Duanmu Minya hugged her head and leaned on the quilt, made Song Yichen's face change suddenly when he rushed in, and he turned pale from fright. The figure even rushed to the bed like lightning, and asked anxiously and panicked.

"What's the matter, what happened? Where did you get hurt? How did you get hurt?"

"Princess, where are you injured? Sister Xia Jin, where are you injured? Tell me quickly? What happened to Sister Xia Jin?"

"What's wrong with you, princess, don't scare Qiujuan, Doctor Song, please hurry up and help them take a look."

Xiaoying and Qiujuan who followed ran in saw Duanmu Minya and Xia Jin holding their heads in pain, they were all panicked and at a loss, they didn't know whether to support them or check their injuries, they were so frightened by this surprise I was at a loss, I didn't know where to put my hands and feet.

Song Yichen quickly ignored that this was Duanmu Minya's room, ignored Xia Jin beside him and Xiaoying and Qiujuan behind him, sat on the edge of the bed suddenly, hugged Duanmu Minya, who was holding his head, and put the dazed Duanmu Minya held him in his arms, and then carefully checked Duanmu Minya's injury.

Duanmu Minya, who hugged her head and howled, didn't realize that she had changed her position at all. She still touched the top of her head, squinted her eyes, and sobbed in pain.

"Let me see, how did you get hurt? Did you touch there?"

Song Yichen suppressed the panic in his heart and took a quick look around the room. After finding that it was not what he thought, he concluded that Duanmu Minya and Xia Jin should have bumped into each other by accident. He looked at them both holding their heads. Probably.

Hearing their screams just now made him think there was an assassin, but after seeing that there was no trace of a fight in the room, his heart hanging in mid-air finally returned to its original position.

Song Yichen's gentle movements and soft voice slowly swayed into Duanmu Minya's consciousness.

When Duanmu Minya was still touching his head in doubt, he turned his head slowly, his bright eyes looked at the handsome face in front of him, and a red cloud suddenly floated over his pink face.