---The trembling voice is full of humble begging---
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At this time, Duan Mu stepped out of the 'Yu Fengxuan' with the seriously injured Jun Ziyan in his arms, his brows looking solemn with worry, and Su Cang and Su Yan behind him.
The three of them knelt down on one knee, clasped their fists and apologized to Su Shajue: "My subordinates did not do their job well, please forgive me, Your Majesty."
The thick blood spread with the night wind, filling everyone's senses.
Su Sha's Juetan eyes were suddenly frightened, and he gasped in shock at Jun Ziyan's bloody appearance.
He immediately turned over and dismounted, and hugged Jun Ziyan gently into his arms. The strong smell of blood rushed in, and his handsome face instantly turned into paper color.
In an instant, all sensations disappeared, as if dust were insignificant. Su Sha Jue calmly stretched out his trembling fingers and pressed them on the arteries of her neck. When he felt that the arteries were still beating vigorously under his fingers, he lifted his hanging heart.
Let go a lot.
At this time, Jun Ziyan was not as arrogant and frivolous as usual. His eyebrows were slightly less raised and the corners of his mouth were red. The wound that was bleeding was temporarily relieved after Duan Mu quickly sealed the hole.
The gentle light blue shirt she wore has now become dark purple and stained. The blood stain on her chest seems to be a hole in her chest, and every weak breath is like a blade cutting into the dead body.
His heart hurt, one after another, so much that all the strength in his body was about to be exhausted by the pain.
Su Sha Jue Leng Zhe Yang shouted, "Generals, listen to the order, the 'Iron Fan Wuming' is now injured, and he must take it immediately before dawn. There must be no mistake. Remember, do not disturb the people in the city!"
The hand holding Jun Ziyan trembled slightly, Xuehua Xuanyi's clothes were flying in the cold night wind, and his voice cut through the dead silence.
"Yes!" Thousands of elite soldiers from Prince Su's Mansion immediately bowed and shouted, and a group of Xiaos were massacred in the city.
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Prince Su's Mansion
Mering Pavilion
Several servants walked back and forth in the ancient dormitory, all of them looking reserved and chilly.
Some brought the former princess's clothes to put down, some brought basins of hot water, some brought a basin of porcelain ice cubes, and some brought a pool of plum blossom wine, going in and out - -
At this time, Duan Mu brought the brocade box that Su Shajue usually used when performing acupuncture for the young master, with a worried look on his face: "Your Majesty, bring the brocade box."
There were a lot of blood stains on the chest of Su Sha Jue Xuan's brocade suit. However, he had no time to take care of it. He took Duan Mu's brocade box with his blood-stained hand and said coldly: "Step back, there is no order from me."
Don’t let anyone in, including Wanyan Che!”
Yin Zhe's eyes narrowed. He couldn't possibly not know that there was such a big movement in 'Yu Fengxuan' tonight. He might appear in less than half an hour, during the time when he was giving Jun Ziyan acupuncture.
, we can’t let that reckless and jealous boy bother us...
"I obey!" Duan Muzuo bowed, and all the maids behind him did not dare to make a mistake and all retreated.
When there were only two people left, Su Sha Jue sat back on the bed with bated breath. By the dim light of the night pearl engraved on the wall, Jun Ziyan's pale face closed his eyes tightly, as fragile as the ice and snow waiting to melt, and suddenly disappeared.
Let him not dare to act rashly.
The hand reaching for her waist trembled heavily, and cold sweat fell from her temples. Her eyes closed and then opened, no longer hesitating.
The tie around her belt slipped from Su Shajue's hands, and the blood-oozing blue shirt was placed on the ground by him. The layers of cloth tightly wrapped around Jun Ziyan's chest turned into rags in his silver scissors.
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After his clothes were taken off, Jun Ziyan's chest, which was originally just like a pinprick of blood, had now become swollen. Under the sealing point, the blood could not burst out completely, and the surrounding areas were swollen and black.
Su Shajuetan's eyes narrowed, and his judgment was indeed correct. Jun Ziyan had a small sharp blade hidden in his flesh.
She opened the brocade box, took out a small porcelain bottle and poured it into warm water. She soaked the silk cloth in the hot water mixed with medicinal powder. Su Sha Jue wring it half dry and then gently wiped the surrounding chest with her movements.
"Hiss--it hurts!" Jun Ziyan, who was in a coma, suddenly cried out under the gentle wiping of hot silk. His eyebrows knitted in pain and cold sweat overflowed. He grabbed the silk mattress with both hands and his face became even paler.
This call frightened Su Shajue so much that she dared not move. However, if the sharp blade inside was not removed, her hand would become useless. She endured all kinds of heartache and coaxed softly: "Zi Yan, you
Bear with me, there is a weapon in your wound. If it is not removed, it will definitely endanger your life. This is an anesthetic powder, and it will stop hurting later."
Perhaps the man's voice in his ear was too distressing, and Jun Ziyan couldn't help but feel moved subconsciously. He nodded subconsciously and murmured: "Be gentle, be gentle!"
"Okay, just bear with it for a while, I promise it will be very, very gentle!" Su Sha, a gentleman like this, was very sympathetic, and his heart felt like a needle prick.
In the changing room, the hot water dripping with medicine dripped into the wound. Jun Ziyan was so painful that he reflexively clenched Su Sha Jue's sleeves, trying to get him to stop without cooperation. He shook his head and gritted his teeth and said: "It hurts, it really hurts, please."
", don't touch me, it really hurts." Every time Repa's potion touched her body, she felt as if a fire had been burned inside her body, and her internal organs seemed to be burned to ashes.
Every sound of "pain" she made was a pain to Su Shajue, like a thorn piercing his heart. The pain was so painful that he couldn't cry out. His eyes were slightly red, and his deep voice was slightly choked: "Zi
"Yan, hold on, think about the people you care about, think about -" After hesitation, Su Shajue burst out: "Think about Wanyan Che, think about your husband, give yourself a belief, and live on."
Now, he just wants her to survive. Even if she is just an indifferent confidant to him, it doesn't matter, as long as she survives.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Su Shajue's words came out, the expected effect was not seen, and instead made Jun Ziyan's situation even worse.
When Su Shajue burst out the words 'Wan Yan Che', Jun Ziyan felt a sudden surge of disgust. Bloody red burst out and splashed on Su Shajue's chest, killing Su Shajue's three souls.
Po was so frightened that he flew away: "Zi Yan!"
Master once said to him that before a person falls into a coma, as long as you tell her the name of the person she cares about most, she will have the confidence to live. If the person you say is not the person she cares about, the effect will often be reversed.
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After thinking about it like this, Su Shajue was confused for a while. Seeing Jun Ziyan's bad situation, he suddenly lost his mind. Suddenly he remembered his son Su Xuanhan's words. Su Shajue looked embarrassed and hesitant for a while, but the situation was urgent and he had to give it a try.
"Zi, Ziyan, think about it, think about Su Shajue, give yourself a belief to live, I beg you!" Su Shajue held her hand tightly, his trembling voice full of humble begging.
Next, Junziyan was extremely docile and stopped gritting his teeth and yelling about pain.
After a gentle wipe, Jun Ziyan felt that his chest was getting colder and colder while he was unconscious. The burning pain that was originally hot and unbearable gradually disappeared, and a numbness appeared in his chest.
Seeing that the knot on her eyebrows gradually relaxed, Su Shajue knew that the anesthetic had taken effect, so he immediately gently pulled her up from the seat, stretched out his palms to instill internal strength, and forced out the thin blade on her chest.
After half a cup of tea, there was a sharp 'ding' sound, and the drizzle blade in Jun Ziyan's chest had been forced out by Su Shajue's internal force, flying and piercing the screen. The needle glowed under the dim light of the night pearl.
With the luster of the forest.
‘Poof - -’ A burst of blood spurted out and splashed on the Sherman gauze tent. The blood was dark in color and had a strong fishy smell.
In an instant, Jun Ziyan felt a sense of relief in his chest, and he fell weakly into Su Shajue's arms, and his frighteningly pale face was temporarily relieved.
Stretching out his sleeves, he gently wiped away the cold sweat on her forehead, her frowning eyebrows calmed down, and she smiled warmly. Fortunately, fortunately!
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The second update was delivered, and the meatball rolled back home (he was busy at work, the update was late, the meatball was guilty, ah!).