The night was very, very deep. She stood up and walked alone along the corridor. Her back was so faint and heartbreaking.

"Sniff...snack..."

"Come here, go and ask for the doctor!"

"...Xiao Hei...don't scream..."

"No, forget it, I'll go by myself..."

"Xiao Hei!"

Naga raised his upper body in pain, but Heijiang hugged him and pushed him back.

"Don't publicize your illness, I'm afraid of King Yan..."

Naga's cyan hand tightly grasped Hei Jiang's arm, his eyes full of prayers. Hei Jiang gritted his teeth, but his generous hand gently ran along Naga's back. When Jian Yao came in with the medicine, Naga was lying on his back.

Black General gasped on his shoulders, with a weird smile on his lips.

"Xiao Hei, I think it's time!"

General Hei shook his body, his expression became serious, and he said firmly: "No!"

"I can't survive the summer..."

Halfway through speaking, Naga spurted out a mouthful of blood, splashing half of Hei Jiang's body. Hei Jiang nervously laid him down, and Jian Yao quickly handed him the medicine. Looking at Naga's painful breathing, Jian Yao couldn't help but

He couldn't help but stepped forward, but was pushed far away by the desperate black general.

Jian Yao fell down and sat down, a little dazed and stunned. When he wanted to get up, he found that the blood on his hand was Najia's blood. The fresh blood that had just been spurted out was not as bright red as he had imagined, with some black clinging to it.

, Jian Yao put his hand to the tip of his nose and smelled it. There was a strange light fragrance that overcame the smell of blood.

"sorry!"

Jian Yao looked up and saw Hei Jiang reaching out to her with a guilty look on his face. She shook her head, took his hand and stood up, seeing that Naga had calmed down a little.

"Is it okay if I don't ask the doctor?" she asked.

The black general said worriedly: "Actually, the imperial doctor always comes with the same medicine. It doesn't matter whether he is invited or not. Your Majesty, this is a disease brought by his mother in her womb!"

Jian Yao wanted to say something more, but was pushed out by the black general.

"Let him rest for a while. Once the illness is over, he will be fine. Maybe he can be stable for a few days."

The door was closed, and Jian Yao suddenly remembered the conversation between the two when they entered the room. She looked up at the black general's profile in the sunset. Under the golden light, the angular cheeks had a familiar feeling that they had known each other before. Jian Yao suddenly

I feel like he is a human being, but I can't remember whether there are any shocking secrets hidden under his iron face?

"What's wrong"

Hei Jiang turned his head and looked a little uncomfortable when he saw Jian Yao's fixed eyes.

"nothing!"

Jian Yao quickly turned away and looked back at her blood-stained hand. Hei Jiang pressed her shoulder, nodded tiredly and said, "Then go back to sleep!"

After saying that, he turned around and unexpectedly Jian Yao stopped him: "Wait!"

He turned around in surprise and saw obvious doubts in Jian Yao's eyes.

“I don’t want to sleep, how about we chat?”

He nodded and led her slowly towards the lake.

The autumn wind has passed, fallen leaves are flying in the sky, a colorful season is about to pass quietly, and the autumn cold has arrived unknowingly. Jian Yao's shoulders are hunched, facing a pool of lake, her thoughts are among the autumn leaves

slide.

Suddenly her shoulders felt hot, and she turned her head to look. Hei Jiang took off his robe and put it on her gently. At that moment, Brother Mu Cheng's face flashed into his mind. Since childhood, there may have been too many such scenes, but why?

I can no longer remember the familiar warmth?

"Thank you!" She nodded and reached out to pull the robe on her shoulders, but Hei Jiang held it tightly. Jian Yao whispered, but saw Hei Jiang frowning and looking at her palm. The night was very, very deep.

, she stood up and walked alone along the corridor, her back was so weak and heartbreaking.

"Sniff...snack..."

"Come here, go and ask for the doctor!"

"...Xiao Hei...don't scream..."

"No, forget it, I'll go by myself..."

"Xiao Hei!"

Naga raised his upper body in pain, but Heijiang hugged him and pushed him back.

"Don't publicize your illness, I'm afraid of King Yan..."

Naga's cyan hand tightly grasped Hei Jiang's arm, his eyes full of prayers. Hei Jiang gritted his teeth, but his generous hand gently ran along Naga's back. When Jian Yao came in with the medicine, Naga was lying on his back.

Black General gasped on his shoulders, with a weird smile on his lips.

"Xiao Hei, I think it's time!"

General Hei shook his body, his expression became serious, and he said firmly: "No!"

"I can't survive the summer..."

Halfway through speaking, Naga spurted out a mouthful of blood, splashing half of Hei Jiang's body. Hei Jiang nervously laid him down, and Jian Yao quickly handed him the medicine. Looking at Naga's painful breathing, Jian Yao couldn't help but

He couldn't help but stepped forward, but was pushed far away by the desperate black general.

Jian Yao fell down and sat down, a little dazed and stunned. When he wanted to get up, he found that the blood on his hand was Najia's blood. The fresh blood that had just been spurted out was not as bright red as he had imagined, with some black clinging to it.

, Jian Yao put his hand to the tip of his nose and smelled it. There was a strange light fragrance that overcame the smell of blood.

"sorry!"

Jian Yao looked up and saw Hei Jiang reaching out to her with a guilty look on his face. She shook her head, took his hand and stood up, seeing that Naga had calmed down a little.

"Is it okay if I don't ask the doctor?" she asked.

The black general said worriedly: "Actually, the imperial doctor always comes with the same medicine. It doesn't matter whether he is invited or not. Your Majesty, this is a disease brought by his mother in her womb!"

Jian Yao wanted to say something more, but was pushed out by the black general.

"Let him rest for a while. Once the illness is over, he will be fine. Maybe he can be stable for a few days."

The door was closed, and Jian Yao suddenly remembered the conversation between the two when they entered the room. She looked up at the black general's profile in the sunset. Under the golden light, the angular cheeks had a familiar feeling that they had known each other before. Jian Yao suddenly

I feel like he is a human being, but I can't remember whether there are any shocking secrets hidden under his iron face?

"What's wrong"

Hei Jiang turned his head and looked a little uncomfortable when he saw Jian Yao's fixed eyes.

"nothing!"

Jian Yao quickly turned away and looked back at her blood-stained hand. Hei Jiang pressed her shoulder, nodded tiredly and said, "Then go back to sleep!"

After saying that, he turned around and unexpectedly Jian Yao stopped him: "Wait!"

He turned around in surprise and saw obvious doubts in Jian Yao's eyes.

“I don’t want to sleep, how about we chat?”

He nodded and led her slowly towards the lake.

The autumn wind has passed, fallen leaves are flying in the sky, a colorful season is about to pass quietly, and the autumn cold has arrived unknowingly. Jian Yao's shoulders are hunched, facing a pool of lake, her thoughts are among the autumn leaves

slide.

Suddenly her shoulders felt hot, and she turned her head to look. Hei Jiang took off his robe and put it on her gently. At that moment, Brother Mu Cheng's face flashed into his mind. Since childhood, there may have been too many such scenes, but why?

I can no longer remember the familiar warmth?
Chapter completed!