Emperor Jin

Chapter 89
Baojin coughed and fell to the ground, her chest was oppressed by the dust. After a while, she recovered, struggled to get up from the ground, and asked with a wry smile, "What's going on?"

"I should ask you this!"

Mingyue had lingering fears and lost her breath. She stepped forward and fiddled with the bed board, only to realize that it can be turned upside down. If the person lying on the front side touches the mechanism unpreparedly, it will fall into the unknown area under the bed.

Baojin panted and replied: "I pretended to be fleeing at the window, but I didn't expect this eagle dog to be so alert. If it hadn't touched the mechanism by accident, it would really die this time."

"This bed actually has such effects. I slept for several months, but I didn't notice it at all."

Mingyue observed carefully and couldn't help being amazed.

"Could it be another secret passage?"

Baojin was holding it, and he came up to look at it, and he was amazed at the cobweb-like secret passages inside and outside the palace.

The one under the bed was not a secret passage, but a small couch that could accommodate people. After the two searched, they found several old hairpins, as well as several bottles and jars.Bao Jin opened it and smelled it, and his face turned red immediately.

"What is it?"

Mingyue asked.

Bao Jin looked at her with an embarrassed expression on his face, endured it for a while, and seeing that she was still confused, he reluctantly said: "It's a fun thing for Dun Lun in the couple's boudoir."

Only then did Mingyue suddenly realize that the two of them looked at each other with a hint of shame in their eyes - no matter how smart they are, they are just young girls with the body of clouds, how have they ever seen such obscene things?

Baojin took out another silk handkerchief, and saw that it was as soft as crocodile silk, very light and smooth, although it was full of dust and could not smell any fragrance, but it was still exquisitely embroidered and beautiful.

Opening it up, I saw that the ink and brush on the handkerchief were elegant, but it was actually inscribed with a poem——

"Quiet girl and her sister, wait for me in the corner of the city. Love but don't see, scratch your head and hesitate..."

Mingyue couldn't help being curious, she leaned forward and murmured out, and said with a smile, "This is a love poem. The handwriting is elegant and elegant, but I don't know if it's the masterpiece of a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks in the palace!"

She was talking, but when she looked back, she was taken aback——

Baojin's complexion was pale and lost all color in an instant.

As if seeing a ghost, her figure was crumbling, her snow-white fingers twitched slightly, as if what she was holding was not a brocade handkerchief, but a ball of burning coals.

"What's wrong with you?"

Mingyue asked anxiously.

"This handwriting..."

Bao Jin murmured softly, and said in a low voice: "This is my father's handwriting."

Mingyue was taken aback, and was about to ask again, but felt a chill in her heart, almost suffocated, and vomited out a mouthful of blood, her whole body was shaking like chaff, and she fell into a faint in a blink of an eye.

All her heart was in her throat just now, and under the high tension, she was exhausted. In addition to the cold weather these few days, all the injuries and illnesses finally came together at this moment.

Baojin dropped the silk handkerchief in his hand, stepped forward to help her onto the bed, felt her pulse, but it was weak and stagnant.

She didn't care about whether the imperial guards would leave and return, she gritted her teeth, sat cross-legged behind Mingyue, and channeled her true energy into her body continuously.

The meridians in Mingyue's body shrank, and the twelve golden needles were haunting her, like an insatiable ice furnace, Baojin's internal energy gradually emptied, but she still couldn't shake the ice.

Under the gust of real energy, Baojin's figure was also crumbling. At this critical moment, he only heard the slight movement of the window lattice, and when it was lightly opened, a black robe appeared in the hall.

The crystal clear eyes swept over, and one could understand the situation in the palace at a glance, the master of Chenlou sighed deeply, wanting to scold, but still swallowed the sullen anger.

"Fool, why is this..."

Resigned to her fate, she supported the two of them, clasped her palms together, and the dense mist created by her pure skills immediately filled the hall.

The trembling like chaff stopped, but then it became more intense. Mingyue's skin was raised in many places, and under the shattered inner strength, only a soft chichi sound was heard, and a few golden needles broke out from the flesh, and the momentum remained undiminished , shot into the utensils one after another

I don't know how long it took, until Dongfang's belly was pale, and she closed her hands and stood up, but strands of tiredness were already stained in her silent black eyes.

Her gait was not as light as usual, and her vitality was seriously injured. Looking at the two girls sleeping in An Tian on the couch, she sighed softly, with a little pity in her eyes.

"Although I can't completely cure you, I've made you heal more than half of it. From now on, as long as you take care of yourself, there's nothing to worry about."

Facing the sleeping Mingyue, she continued: "I hope you can help her well... Baojin is not good at military strategy by nature, maybe, it really depends on you to turn the tide..."

When she closed her eyes again, her black eyes seemed to be cold and clueless again. She tightened her robe and floated out of the window, like a lone cloud in the sky, without a trace.

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