Marry Donggong

Walking to the bed, Xiao Jing stopped, her back facing the candlelight, her tall body cast a deep shadow.

His red phoenix eyes were burning with cold flames as he looked at the unconscious Shen Yi.

The woman's dimple is like a pear, her skin can be broken by blowing, and her breathing is long.

Her illness came on suddenly and was extremely strange.Several highly skilled medical experts took turns to diagnose and treat the disease, but could not find the cause.

While the Shenhou Mansion secretly sought out famous doctors, it blocked the news of Shen Yi's coma, and was filled with gloom and gloom.

Xiao Jing felt a pain in his heart, and the ends of his eyes turned red.

He slowly leaned down, half-kneeling on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sister Ayi."

Shen Yi still closed her eyes tightly and did not react to Xiao Jing's low, hoarse voice.

Xiao Jing's big, sharp-boned hands trembled slightly as she caressed Shen Yi's snowy skin, rubbing it carefully.

For a moment.

He took out a Jiuhe Xiang Pill and put it into her mouth.

Jiuhe Xiang Pills are made from nine extremely expensive and rare medicinal materials. They have the miraculous effect of clearing the mind and calming the mind and resisting toxins.

At that time, the queen had a premonition that she was about to die of illness, and she felt desperate and powerless. Her little A Jing was still so young, how could she survive in this cold palace full of conspiracies and calculations.

She could do too little for him, choose loyal slaves for him, and prepare various life-saving and detoxifying pills for him...

His love for his son is truly heartwarming and touching.

This Jiuhe Xiang Pill was one of the pills the Queen prepared for Xiao Jing.

Shen Yi was in a coma, and her lips unconsciously touched Xiao Jing's fingertips.

I finally swallowed the Jiuhe Xiangwan.

As soon as Xiao Jing's fingers were heated, a tingling sensation ignited, attached to his bone marrow, and spread.

He looked at Shen Yi quietly with eyes as obsessed as drowning.

Looking forward to sister Ayi waking up in the next moment, she said to him with a smile: "Ajing."

No matter what the price, he was happy with it.Even if you lose twenty years of your life, you can still walk a thousand miles one step at a time.

As long as Sister Ayi is well, he will be satisfied.

Now is the third ugly moment.

The Imperial Master, who was far away in Penglaiju in the palace, had cold eyes and a fierce murderous aura. How could he look like he was trying to save all sentient beings in front of others, and he was so enigmatic.

A long needle pierced the back of the puppet's head with the word Shen Yi on it.

Shen Yi's evil spirit is too strong. The seven stars in the Big Dipper array move very slowly, and there are faint signs of breaking free.

Therefore, he used extremely vicious tactics to suppress and control Shen Yi.

After a while, he closed his eyes and said in a long voice: "Amitabha."

As a national master, he should not use the art of hating victory, but for the sake of the common people, he had to do it.

"Hmph..." Shen Yi felt extreme pain in his brain.

Scenes from the past life began to reappear in my mind.

Shen Ce stood practicing his sword under the tree in Jifengju. The sun fell on his handsome and extraordinary face, showing his superb swordsmanship and heroic appearance.

Shen Zishan put yellow flowers on Gu Qingwei's mirror in the room. The two of them raised their eyebrows and played the piano and the harp in harmony.

Such a harmonious and beautiful scene suddenly turned sharply.

A group of vicious officers and soldiers boarded the gate of Shen Hou's mansion and ransacked the house. They moved away those who could and smashed those who couldn't, leaving a mess.

Her fingertips condensed, and infinite murderous intent arose in her heart, but she seemed to be imprisoned and unable to move.

Lingling's cold sweat broke out from Shen Yi's delicate skin and wetted her thin clothes, outlining the figure of Xiaoman with snow-capped peaks, which was more graceful and graceful than the peach blossoms on the branches.

If it were normal, Xiao Jing would definitely be distracted, with blood boiling all over her body.

Desires rise and evil thoughts invade.

At this time, Xiao Jing only felt distressed and panicked, nothing else.

His voice was hoarse and unbelievable: "Sister Ayi, where does it hurt?"

"Sister Ayi..." The nightmare of her past life continued to haunt Shen Yi, and a deep voice sounded in her ears.

"Shen Yi, you have resentment and hatred in your heart, and you have taken great pains to recover the blood debt for the Shenhou Mansion."

"The person you should resent the most is yourself. You led the wolf into the house and caused the Marquis Shen's mansion to suffer. It is not a pity for you to die."

"It is destined by heaven that you have a shallow destiny and cannot resist."

Shen Yi's jade face was covered with a layer of sadness, and a crystal clear tear appeared in the corner of her eye.

Xiao Jing had a lump in her throat and hurriedly wiped Shen Yi's tears.

The tears were slightly hot, as if they were burning his heart.

He deeply hated his own powerlessness. He was so incompetent that he didn't know the cause of Sister Ayi's illness, and he didn't know why Sister Ayi shed a tear in such sadness.

"Sister Ayi, tell Ajing what should Ajing do?" Xiao Jing was like a trapped animal.

Suddenly, a burning shadow flashed in his eyes.

He stood up, pursed his thin lips, and his clear Adam's apple rolled, slowly, imprinting on Shen Yi's tears.

His heart was trembling violently, radiating heat.

So crazy, so crazy, so tireless, repeating it over and over again.

"Sister Ayi, Ajing is here."

A warm wind blew by my ears, and fires that could start a prairie fire were ignited beside my body, and Shen Yi's "Apocalyptic Proverbs" vigorously collided and lingered.

Ye Yi and Ye Er outside Shen Hou's mansion escorted Xiao Jing into Shen Yi's boudoir in the middle of the night and waited in a dense tree.

It has been a long time and Xiao Jing has not been seen yet.

They looked up at the sky. It was half an hour before dawn. As the Crown Prince, His Highness had countless pairs of eyes staring at Him. Any careless move would lead to disaster.

Even if His Highness still cares about Miss Shen, it is not appropriate to stay for a long time.

Yoruichi and Yorui blew their whistles.

Xiao Jing, who was in Shen Yixiang's boudoir, heard their urging, and his phoenix eyes were filled with heavy and deep attachment.

Sister Ayi hadn't woken up yet, and he felt 1 unwilling to leave.

But breaking into her boudoir in the middle of the night was already abrupt.If someone discovers her again, I'm afraid sister Ayi's reputation will be damaged.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the lantern he gave to Shen Yi, and Xiao Jing covered her heart with her long, jade-like hands.

After hearing a rumor, if you sacrifice the blood of your heart to the lamp, what you ask for will come true.However, this rumor cannot be confirmed.

Even if there are idiots like that in this world, they are willing to risk their lives for this ridiculous rumor.

He is like a moth to a flame, willing to destroy himself.

For Sister Ayi, he is willing to give up even the slightest hope.

Even if it comes to the end, it is just a luxury.

……

The next morning.

The sunlight passes through the shadows of the trees and jumps to the flower window.

Huazhi frowned and slowly opened her eyes.

Suddenly.

She saw Shen Yi standing in front of the window, wearing a pure white dress, her jade face was lightly brushed.

The breeze comes slowly, and the lingering fragrance seems to be there but not there, coming quietly.

Huazhi immediately became excited and rubbed her eyes, as if she thought she was hallucinating.

She sounded a little surprised: "Miss, are you awake?"

Shen Yi looked back and nodded.

Huazhi was overjoyed and had tears in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)