Although the burning charcoal pot in the house was as warm as spring, Xiao Tingyan's hands were freezing to the bone. She had to find a way to warm his body. Otherwise, he might freeze into a piece of ice within a moment. But Xiao Tingyan's situation, The situation was far more serious than Yun Luan expected. Thick quilts were placed on Xiao Tingyan's body, and several charcoal basins were added to the room. The temperature in the room was almost on the verge of burning, but Xiao Tingyan's body was It was still like an ice cube. Even though he was covered with so many quilts, he still couldn't produce any warmth. Yun Luan looked down at Xiao Tingyan's haggard and beautiful face with complicated eyes. She really didn't want Xiao Tingyan to die. Wang Kun stood On the side, there was no way. He fell to the ground dejectedly, with a mournful face. If the prince died, then he would not be able to live anymore - Master Black Wing, all of this depends on him. Mrs. Palace The director of the hospital, Zhao Hui, is still somewhat capable. His medical skills are almost as good as those of Dr. Lu. Now that Dr. Lu is not in Kyoto, only the director can treat the prince. Yun Luan could not sit still and wait for death. He watched Xiao Tingyan helplessly. Death. She couldn't help but lower her head and bring his cold palm to her lips. She breathed the hot air from her mouth while rubbing her palm for him. She yelled at Wang Kun, who was already desperate: " You also come here, pour wine on the prince's body quickly, and rub his body for him..." Wang Kun was startled, and due to Yun Luan's fierceness, he had to get up and do as she said. Xiao Tingyan was standing there In a dazed state, he only felt that his body was very cold, so cold that he could not feel any warmth. He was about to freeze to death. His whole body was almost frozen, and even his breathing was frozen. Frozen. Just when he felt that he was really going to die, suddenly, there was a faint warmth coming from the palm of his hand. He opened his eyes drowsily. In his blurred vision, there was a vague Suddenly he saw a woman wearing a light blue dress, her eyebrows lowered, holding her palm tightly and breathing against her red lips... Her soft little hands kept rubbing his hands. Wisps of warmth on his back fluttered into his palm bit by bit, slowly seeping into his limbs and bones through the palm of his hand. He was like a dying fish. This ray of warmth brought him The life-saving water came. Bang bang bang, the frozen heart began to beat slowly at this moment. The warmth spread from bottom to top, slowly spreading throughout the body. Xiao Tingyan's eyes were in a trance, and the window Opening a crack, sunlight penetrated in and fell all over her body. She seemed to be under a layer of golden halo - bright and dazzling, swaying and sacred! The exquisite facial features were reflected bit by bit in his eyes. In his eyes, her appearance gradually became clear. Yun Luan? It was actually her. She gave him warmth in this way, saved his life, and allowed him to be completely reborn. How could something like this happen in this world? A beautiful and radiant woman? That blind Xiao Xuanrui, God sent the best treasure in front of him, but he didn't know how to cherish it at all. At this moment, Xiao Tingyan felt that his miserable life had finally been reversed, and finally Have you waited for that ray of dawn in his life? In this warmth, Xiao Tingyan's eyelids became heavy again, and he slowly closed them again. Yunluan noticed something strange about him, and she quickly lowered her head and whispered in his ear. He shouted softly, "King Yan... are you okay?"

Xiao Tingyan didn't respond at all, as if he was dead. Wang Kun shook his hands and touched Xiao Tingyan's breath. The tentacles there were so cold that he could hardly feel the prince's breath. He collapsed and fell to the ground. She couldn't help but burst into tears: "It's over, it's over, the prince can't stand it anymore, the prince has gone..." Yun Luan couldn't help but sweat broke out on her forehead. She thought he was extremely noisy, and the cry was so harsh that it made her feel sad. She was extremely irritable. She looked at Wang Kun coldly and scolded: "Shut up, if you cry again, I will cut your tongue."

Wang Kun quickly covered his mouth and did not dare to say anything anymore. Yun Luan tried his best to stabilize his emotions and tried to wake up Xiao Tingyan: "King Yan, if you are conscious, open your eyes. It is best not to let yourself fall asleep." "At this time, if you really fall asleep, I'm afraid you will never wake up again..." Suddenly, Xiao Tingyan's eyelids trembled. Yun Luan's eyes lit up, and she continued: "Try to open your eyes and use your Use your own perseverance to overcome the physical limits of your body. You have experienced so much persecution and escaped from assassinations countless times. You will definitely be able to do it this time. Never give in to fate, even if fate knocks you down. , even if you are beaten to the point of dying, don’t give up any desire to survive.”

"We can't let ourselves cry and let the enemy laugh. Think about what you are carrying and who made you become like this. Your enemy has not yet died, how can you so easily surrender to him? Death bows his head?"

Xiao Tingyan was really tired, and really wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep, but there was a woman who kept making noises in his ears, which made his ears hurt and left him with no trace of peace. He wanted to speak out and tell her not to leave. Noisy, but her words gradually turned into a magical force, which supported him to reach the extreme of his body and resisted the pain and suffering that was constantly surging in his body. A picture suddenly flashed in his mind, Gao Gao Inside the red wall, a soft and beautiful woman was wearing a concubine-colored palace dress. She was holding a little boy of five or six years old in her arms. The little boy was crying in confusion, and his face was full of grievances: "My concubine, it's too hard to practice kung fu." I’m tired and I can’t hold on any longer.”

The woman held the handkerchief in her hand. Although there was distress in her eyes, determination appeared on her face. She gently wiped the sweat from the boy's forehead. "Yan'er, be good, if you're tired, take a rest. Mother, I'll give it to you." Wipe your sweat...you take a break, let's continue practicing, okay?" "No, I don't want to practice anymore. My body hurts so much, concubine, I really can't hold on anymore..." The little boy grabbed her sleeves. , begging bitterly. The tenderness in the woman's eyes faded, and she pushed the boy away. No matter how much the boy cried and wanted to be hugged by her, she remained indifferent. She just watched him cry coldly, waiting for his voice to become hoarse. She couldn't cry any more, so she spoke slowly. "If you choose to give up because you are tired, are you still worthy of being my son? Only by enduring hardship can you become a master. You can't even do this The road ahead is so long, how can you keep going? Yan'er, your road ahead is full of thorns, and my mother and father will not be able to accompany you for too long."
Chapter completed!