The quiet dormitory was filled with a thick smell of blood. There were three living people and two unconscious people. It was a thrilling moment. Chu Xiao kept groping on his body, and his face became colder. Yang Tengqinghe

Man Sheng was also anxious and wished he could step forward to help him.

I saw Chu Xiao shaking his head in disbelief, his two sword eyebrows gradually tightening. In the fearful eyes of the two people, they seemed to suddenly remember something. He breathed a long sigh of relief, quickly reached out to untie his belt, and explained: "Li and I

The concubine found the snowdrops, and fearing that something might happen on the way, she plucked the petals and sewed them into her belt. Quick, Doctor Yang, please give it to the emperor and the queen."

Yang Tengqing also breathed a long sigh of relief. He watched the black ribbon unfold in front of his eyes, revealing the pure white snow flowers inside. He opened his eyes wide in amazement. Although the snow-white petals were no longer fresh and tender, looking at their shape and leaves, they were truly the best in the world.

The most precious snow flower, as a doctor, he couldn't help but feel his blood boiling when he saw this treasure.

"Mr. Yang, you should hurry up," Man Sheng couldn't care about this and kept urging him.

Yang Tengqing seemed to suddenly wake up, and said: "Quickly, crush the snowdrop petals and feed them to the emperor and the empress."

The three of them worked together to quickly smash the snow flower petals and let the emperor and concubine take it respectively. Because the emperor was deeply poisoned and it took a long time, all the internal organs had been damaged to varying degrees. After thinking about it again and again, Yang Tengqing told Mansheng

The emperor was given three snowflake petals, and Concubine Li took one.

The most precious snow flower in the world, each plant blooms with one flower, and each flower only has six petals. After a lot of tossing, only two petals were left. Chu Xiao solemnly held the remaining snow flower, carefully wrapped it in silk, and put it in his arms.

Inside, he said: "Concubine Li risked her life to retrieve this snow flower. The remaining two pieces should be handed over to the empress for preservation. When the empress wakes up, I will hand them over to her."

Yang Tengqing and Man Sheng nodded repeatedly. Now that there are snow flowers, it is only a matter of time before the emperor and the empress wake up. The two of them, who had been hanging on for nearly half a year, finally dropped their hearts. After taking a long breath, they both fell to the ground.

They looked at each other and smiled.

Three days have passed since the sun rose and the moon set.

The emperor was the first to wake up. He woke up from his coma. When he opened his eyes, he saw the uniqueness of the room. He blinked his eyes in a daze. The memories before his coma came back like a tide. His purple eyes suddenly flashed.

Tightly, he called out repeatedly: "Jing'er,"

"Your Majesty, don't worry, Concubine Li is fine." Man Sheng said excitedly, and quickly took some warm water to feed the Emperor. Zhong Mo waved his hand to ward it off, "Where is Jing'er now?" He didn't care.

He was lifted up regardless of his desire.

Man Sheng quickly supported him, "Your Majesty, don't worry, your Majesty is on the soft couch."

Following the direction of Man Sheng's gaze, Zhong Mo saw Jing Su lying on the soft couch. The golden sun was shining brightly. She lay quietly, letting the golden light fill her body. Such a beautiful scene seemed like a dream.

For the next life, he watched dreamily, murmuring unconfidently, his purple eyes bursting with intense light, suddenly pushing Man Sheng away, struggling to get out of bed, staggering towards the soft couch with staggering steps.

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Jingsu lay quietly, with a peaceful and beautiful sleeping face. He still had fair and tender skin and delicate and picturesque facial features. They were no different from what he remembered, except that he had lost a lot of weight. He must have suffered a lot from traveling north.

Chong Mo tremblingly reached out and touched her cheek, looking at her infatuatedly. Words filled with words came to his throat, but his dry throat could not make any sound. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he burst into tears without realizing it.

The short period of half a year seemed to him like a lifetime. He thought he would never see her again in this life, but God was kind after all. She was back, she was back. Chong Mo held her tightly.

Thin hands and affectionate words turned into rolling tears.

The tears of the emperor moved the country.

In the next two days, Chongmo kept watch over Jingsu. He carried her to the bed, let her lean in his arms, stroked her hair, and talked to her in detail, things he didn't know how to do before.

The words I thought I would never have the chance to say again are now jumping out like beans, naturally and skillfully.

During those days when he was lying in bed facing a desperate situation, he thought too much about the government and the harem, but the most he thought of was her, a concubine who only wanted to escape from the palace. He thought of her appearance in white clothes countless times, how beautiful she was.

She is a fairy in the sky.

Occasionally, he would think of another elegant woman in red, but most of all, it was Jingsu. She seemed to have taken root in his heart. Even if she didn't love him, he couldn't help but think of her.

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At dusk two days later, the sky was filled with gorgeous sunset glow.

Jing woke up.

The feathery eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled slightly, and the pair of eyes as bright as stars finally opened again, shining brightly.

Chong Mo couldn't bear the excitement and lowered his head to kiss her forehead.

"Your Majesty?" she whispered with her misty eyes wide open.

Chong Mo nodded vigorously, "It's me, Jing'er, you finally woke up."

Jingsu still kept her eyes wide open, perhaps because she had been sleeping for a long time. She felt that her brain was not very clear. She thought hard for a long time about those bloody scenes of swords and swords, the freezing cold scenes of ice and snow, and then that magnificent building.

The imperial city, the heavy ink in the imperial city.

It was really not a pleasant memory, she digested it slowly, and suddenly sighed, then grabbed Chong Mo's arm, "Your Majesty, are you okay?" She had not forgotten that Chong Mo went to a long distance to save her from being poisoned.

In the bitter cold land of the far north, we went through hardships to retrieve the snow flower.

"Well," Chong Mo looked at her excitedly, lowered his head and pressed a kiss on her forehead, "It was you who saved me, Jing'er." Chong Mo said with unconcealed affection, looking into Jing Su's purple eyes.

Full of deep affection.

Jingsu stared at him blankly. On those nights when she rushed to the Northland, she sat in front of a blazing fire, recalling her days in the palace again and again. Those emotions that had been deliberately ignored seemed to become clearer, and the heavy ink

Love, the favor of heavy ink, the pain of heavy ink, the indulgence of heavy ink.

She seemed to understand everything. What she didn't understand was her own inner thoughts. She didn't know if she had fallen in love with him. What a terrible thought.

She blinked her eyes and opened her mouth to speak. Chong Mo seemed to see through her thoughts, and suddenly reached out and pressed her lips, "Don't say anything, just come back. Just come back."

Jingsu nodded dullly, and Zhongmo hugged her tighter, close to his chest. Jingsu could hear his strong heartbeat, thump, thump, it was such a strong and regular sound.

It gave her an inexplicable sense of peace, and as she listened, her eyes slowly closed again.

Just hope he's fine. Just when she was about to fall asleep, this thought flashed through her mind.

Just be fine.
Chapter completed!