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Chapter 429 Qiqi Don’t Scare Me (5)

Victory, Xia Houling's mood was not as expected. Several officials who followed him asked about the new emperor's enthronement. This official has no intention of proclaiming the emperor. If you have this kind of thought, it is better..."

The words stopped here, a sharp pain suddenly penetrated Xia Houling's body and stretched his whole body, as if he had sensed something, Xia Houling raised his eyes in disbelief and looked at the wide gate of the Zhenggan Hall, and then he was shocked by everyone's astonishment. He rushed out under his gaze.

Xia Houling ran out of the door in shock. Before the last ray of light disappeared at dusk, he saw the afterimage lying on the last step...

Exhausting the panic of this life, Xia Houling rushed down the jade steps without expression. She had already passed out, and then he saw the blood on her lower body dress, which was so thick that it was dazzling, and a piece of her heart was suddenly gouged out.

Xia Houling knelt down on the ground, hugged her horizontally regardless of the blood, and shouted, "Come here! Come here!"

The outside of the Zhenggan Hall is vast, and the bodies of the dead soldiers have not been cleaned up. Hearing this shout, everyone can't help but stop and look sideways. Looking from a distance, that white shadow almost stumbled towards the hall, panicking to the point of shock. It can't be seen that he is the ambitious prime minister.

Xia Houling pressed her cold lips tightly to her right ear seeking warmth, her voice trembling with fear for the first time, "Qiqi, don't scare me. It's okay, it's going to be okay, don't scare me..."

Repeatedly mumbling, he forgot that she couldn't hear it even if she was awake.

No one in the palace could rest that night. Qiqi was placed in Zhengguang Hall, the closest bedroom to Angan Hall, and she was allowed to sleep on the dragon couch of the former and future new emperor without any restrictions.

Xia Hou looked at the layer of tulle that separated the dragon couch, and the figures of the doctor and Wen Po were vaguely busy inside. Sitting in front of the table, Ling spilled another cup of tea.

(End of this chapter)