When Murong Yingluo thought of the nightmare she had had a few days ago, she was worried about Prince Zheng's safety. She remembered that it was mentioned in the book that writing scriptures with blood mixed with fingertips and tongue tips would be able to resolve all disasters.
So he wrote the scriptures with his own hands, made a protective sachet, put the sachet into a letterhead, wrote the words personally signed by King Zheng on it, and then placed it on the desk with peace of mind.
If King Zheng came back and saw her sleeping peacefully, he would definitely sit by the desk and do some exercises and adjust his breathing, so that he could see the letter.
Yingluo lay on the couch undressed and slept. Her mouth was so swollen that she might not be able to eat or speak for a day. Yingluo didn't want King Zheng to know, otherwise she wouldn't have handed the amulet to him in this way.
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The dusk mist dispersed in the sky and the morning light gradually emerged. Si Wushang walked back to Nianxinyuan in the hazy night. From a distance, he saw that the candle in the room was still on. Through the window lattice, he saw Yingluo lying on the couch and sleeping peacefully. He was afraid of disturbing her.
She carefully opened the door to the room and walked in.
As soon as he entered the room, his beautiful face was frowning deeply. His senses were sharp and he could faintly smell the smell of ink mixed with the smell of blood in the room, and he immediately put himself on alert.
He looked at Murong Yingluo sleeping on the couch with searching eyes. He didn't hear even breathing. Could it be that someone had sealed his acupuncture points? Someone came to the room after he left?
However, this speculation was instantly rejected. He had sent secret guards to protect her secretly. If there was any abnormal movement in the room, it would be impossible to escape the detection of the secret guards, and he would definitely give a warning in advance.
The vague smell of blood did not come from the bed. I looked around and my eyes fell on the letter paper placed on the desk. I held my breath, moved cautiously, and took out the brocade handkerchief from my arms to prevent someone from poisoning the letter paper.
When I came to the desk, I saw that the letter was written on the letter by Prince Zheng. The four lines were hard and powerful but also had a soft font. This handwriting was written by Murong Yingluo herself. When I unfolded the letter, there was a red and finely crafted gold-woven sachet inside.
, and also attached a note.
The general content is that the red sachet in the envelope is the amulet worn by Murong Yingluo. It was given to him in the hope that she can protect him and keep him safe.
This red sachet was carried by Murong Yingluo, but when she held it in her hand, the fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood became even stronger.
The vigilance he had developed since childhood made him very suspicious of everything. There must be something wrong with the sachet in his hand. He was not afraid of Yingluo's manipulation, but he was afraid that someone would use her hands to poison him.
The most likely person to do this is the Queen Mother, looking at Yingluo who has not moved on the couch. However, if there is nothing wrong with the sachet and she knows that she is doubting the sachet, she will definitely misunderstand that she is doubting her.
If you want to know what happened without destroying the sachet? Just ask the secret guard. He walked out again with the sachet in his hand.
Yingluo held her breath and did not dare to turn around, for fear that Si Wushang would find that she could not speak. For a long time, Yingluo felt that the room became very quiet. Prince Zheng seemed to have left the room.
Yingluo turned around slowly and saw that King Zheng had really left. She suddenly sat up from the couch, her eyes full of confusion. What happened? Why did he walk out when he saw his sachet.
In a secluded corner of Nianxinyuan, Si Wushang found the secret guard. This person was Cheng Feng's subordinate. Si Wushang's expression was unusually solemn.
"Can anyone come to the room tonight? Why does the princess's room smell like blood?"
The man looked respectful and said: "Your Majesty, no one came tonight. The blood was caused by the princess biting her finger. The princess also pricked the tip of her tongue and the blood came out. She wrote with the blood all night long. Just now.
Just went to sleep."
Si Wushang held the sachet in his hand and felt unusually heavy. How could he not know that monks would use the blood on the tip of their tongues to write sutras to show their sincerity. The amulet in her hand was actually the sutras she wrote with the blood on the tip of her tongue.
The tiredness in the deep eyes was swept away, and the eyes were filled with energy like dry streams filled with clear springs. His heart was also warm. No one in the world except his father treated him so sincerely.
Yingluo was leaning on the bed, worried and confused. She heard the faint sound of footsteps outside the door, and hurriedly lay down on the bed and pretended to be asleep, but she didn't know that Si Wushang already knew everything.
Si Wushang came to the door and heard the rustling sounds in the room. The tip of her tongue was pierced and it was so painful that she could not sleep.
He gently opened the door and walked towards the bed. Yingluo lay on the bed without moving, but her heart was already clear. She didn't know what he wanted to do?
Si Wushang sat down slowly and put the sachet in his hand into his arms. She knew that Yingluo was pretending to sleep, "I know you are not asleep. I accept your wish. I will keep the amulet close to my body."
Bring it with you."
Yingluo still didn't move, and she couldn't speak. Since he put the amulet on his body, all his efforts were not in vain, and he felt much more at ease, and there was no need to speak.
Si Wushang saw that Yingluo still didn't respond, "Does the tip of your tongue still hurt?"
Yingluo's heart tightened. She even lost the bloody cup and brush, and left no traces in the room. How did he know that the tip of his tongue was injured? Did he keep sending people to monitor him when he went out just now?
Yingluo sat up from the couch, her brows furrowed, she wanted to speak but couldn't. She made a few strokes in the air with her hand, asking Si Wushang if he was suspicious of her and had been sending people to secretly monitor her.
Si Wushang knew that she would misunderstand him if he told the truth, so he suddenly opened his arms and hugged her tightly. Yingluo was hugged so hard that she couldn't breathe and struggled slightly.
"Fool, I will send someone to protect you again. How can I not smell the bloody smell you made in the house? I will not do such stupid things again in the future."
Yingluo loved him in her heart. Gongyichu was just a dream. If you love someone, don't you have to treat him wholeheartedly?
She didn't feel that she was doing something stupid. This was what a wife should do, but she had forgotten that Prince Zheng had a dog nose.
Yingluo let him hold her, she could feel him holding her, and her two hearts seemed to be beating at the same frequency.
After a long time, it was dawn, and Si Wushang slowly let go of her.
He understands Yingluo's sincerity. The day after tomorrow is the seventh day of treating the emperor. It is extremely dangerous for him. Everything is related to the future of Cheng Han. This is not the time to talk about the love between children.
Seeing her hidden in the sleeves of her robe, her bandaged fingers held her hand in his palm.
The red lips were like a dragonfly touching water, planting a kiss on her eyebrows, her eyes full of tenderness, "When the emperor is cured, I will treat you well."