The Harem's Favorite Maid Raiders

Chapter 235 Your Embrace

Within a short while, the entire sky in the cold palace seemed to have begun to resound with the sound of the little eunuch's slap.

Han Yumin gritted her teeth, feeling the slaps coming one after another. She felt that her body and head were completely out of order. She wanted to kneel upright, but fell down under the impact of slaps one after another. She wanted to wake up , but my mind is full of "buzzing" sounds.

Thinking about this year, from being a maidservant in Yeting Palace to the empress next to the emperor, to the abandoned woman who even the eunuchs dare to bully, she really couldn't help but laugh - but in a year, she seems to have passed For a lifetime.

Finally, the sound of applause ended with Yang Nianliu's soft drink.

She smiled coldly, and said, "Do you want to eat the rice that Ben Gong sent you?"

Han Yumin knelt on the ground, her cheeks were already red and swollen, and the blood at the corner of her mouth was mixed with tears that kept flowing down, and she was so painful that she couldn't speak a word.

"In that case, you're starving!" Yang Nianliu stared at the little eunuch bitterly, "Go, take that bitch's food away and feed the dog!"

After all, turn around and leave.

Han Yumin was unable to get up, and the moment Yang Nianliu left, she had completely collapsed.

Why do you have to live so tiringly?

If the gods wanted her to be punished from the beginning, why didn't they let her die together with her father and mother in the fire!

Kneeling in a daze like this, suddenly, snowflakes gradually fell from the sky.

One after another, small snowflakes fell on her head and shoulders... In this icy and snowy weather, she only wore two thin clothes, and the cold wind blew past her ears, but She herself didn't seem to feel cold at all.

Until Lin Zixuan discovered her nearly stiff body, a layer of snow had already fallen on the ground.

The snowflakes flying all over the sky have grown from a small one to a large one.

In this kind of weather, there will be no sunshine at all.

Just like her dark heart.

"Miss Han!" When Lin Zixuan ran over, Han Yumin was already motionless like a statue, her whole body and face were covered with a thin layer of snow, and her eyelashes were also covered in white snowflakes.

Her whole body was cold, without a trace of warmth.

Her cheeks were swollen and tall, without even a trace of blood.

The blood at the corner of his mouth had been frozen.

Lin Zixuan is really going crazy at this moment!

He rushed forward in two steps in three steps, came to her, mustered up his courage, and tightly hugged her, who was already terribly cold, in his arms.

"You...can you still move?" Lin Zixuan asked her tremblingly.He held her like this, not daring to move.

Han Yumin exhaled slowly, but did not speak.

"I'll take you to the house, don't be afraid."

Lin Zixuan felt that he was about to cry, he hugged her waist with one hand, and put his other hand on the hollow of her knees, with a little force, he had already picked her up and strode upstairs.

She is so light and thin.

As soon as one foot stepped on the steps, I felt that my chest was already wet by her warm tears.

Her body, in his arms, began to tremble, unable to stop for a moment.

"How is it? Is it warmer?" Lin Zixuan put Han Yumin on the bed, "My mother has gone to work, and no one will take care of you. Let me take care of you, okay?"

His voice was so cautious, he was afraid of touching it somewhere, which would make Han Yumin's heart ache.

She looked into his eyes weakly and nodded feebly.

Lin Zixuan was shocked, and immediately turned around, and found water and a handkerchief, but...

However, there is no hot water here.

The charcoal basin has long since lost any sparks.

"There's not even hot water here, you... how do you live every day?" Looking at Han Yumin who was lying on the bed, who seemed to be dying, Lin Zixuan's eyes suddenly burned, and he almost burst into tears.

Han Yumin chuckled: "Then use cold water."

"Cold water?" Lin Zixuan tightly clutched the handkerchief in his hand, his heart ached to the point of bleeding, "You have a miscarriage, and you are sick, and you have been on and off for so many days, how can you still use cold water?"

"Otherwise?" Han Yumin's voice was as soft as a breath, "Otherwise, what should I do?"

"Miss Han..."

"There is no stove, let me boil hot water."

Suddenly, Lin Zixuan choked up.

He doesn't know what's wrong with him, he just wants the woman in front of him to live a better life and be happier every day, is it that difficult?

Until now, he is not willing to take office, and the days drag on day after day, he is not afraid of losing his position as a general, he is not afraid of the emperor's Long Yan being furious, he is only afraid that she will be unhappy!
He sniffed and walked over quickly - there was no hot water to wipe his face or hands... She was so cold like this.

The snow on his body had already begun to melt, and the sheets would soon be drenched.

"Come on, get up." Lin Zixuan gritted his teeth, gently pulled her up, stretched out his hand, and began to untie her collar little by little.

"You...what are you going to do?" Han Yumin was startled, raised his head and looked at her, but his body had no strength at all, and he couldn't resist at all.

Lin Zixuan curled his lips: "Don't worry, I, Lin Zixuan, am not the kind of person who takes advantage of the fire."

After that, he gently brushed her hand away: "Don't blame me, if you lie down like this again, the whole bed will be wet, how will you sleep tonight."

Han Yumin didn't say a word, and let him hold her. Soon, her coat had been gently taken off, leaving only a thin moon-white coat.

Putting the wet clothes aside, he frowned and asked, "Aren't you afraid of the wind and cold if you wear so little?"

Han Yumin shook her head just now, but couldn't help shivering and sneezed softly.

Lin Zixuan's heart tightened.

Here, there is nothing to keep her warm.

She will be cold in this dress, but she will still be cold when she takes off this dress.

He looked at the shivering woman in front of him, even though he hugged her with a quilt, she was still shaking like a wounded kitten.

"I..." Lin Zixuan wanted to say something, but in the end, he was at a loss for words.

"General Lin... I... should thank you."

Han Yumin opened his mouth tremblingly, lowered his head, but didn't dare to look at him.

Her complexion is so bad, her whole face is already swollen. She used to be a woman so beautiful that people couldn't take her eyes off her, but now she is so embarrassed.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Suddenly, he pulled off the quilt wrapped around Han Yumin's body, and then hugged her trembling little body tightly into his warm and firm embrace.

(End of this chapter)