Shen Biying

The sky was washed like blue, and in the garden in front of me, the autumn colors were rolling, and the tobacco was golden. It was early winter, and everything began to show the color of depression.

In the gazebo, Xie Shuying had already changed into a clean dress, and she didn't know how long she had been standing here.

After learning that Xiao Yueshen was poisoned last night, Su Ying hurriedly contacted Feng Qi, and Feng Qi led them to the Miracle Doctor's Mansion quietly from the secret road.

Xie Shuying kept blaming herself.

If he hadn't been so smart at the time to block the knife for him, so as not to distract him.

His arm was definitely intact.

But now, he is seriously injured, and the poison is overbearing, whether his arm can be kept.

These deep self-blame and heavy worries became Xie Shuying's heart.

"Princess Ning." Feng Qi walked into the gazebo with a folding fan in his hand, smiling and looking at Xie Shuying's back.

"How is it? Is his arm alright?" Shuying returned to her anxious mind, hurriedly stepped forward, and asked anxiously.

Feng Qi and Xie Shuying's eldest brother, Xie Shuheng, have a very close friendship. They know each other, but they don't have much interaction.

"What do you think?" Feng Qi held the folding fan and tapped the palm of his hand slowly, pretending to be flirtatious.

Shuying turned around, facing a look of depression, her eyes were scorched with fear, and she kept comforting herself, "I'm sure you're fine, you are a unparalleled genius doctor in this world, how could something happen?"

"When there is nothing a genius doctor can do." Feng Qi bowed his head, with a shame on his face, and there was something in his words in his smile.

Shuying was startled, and was misled by Feng Qi's words.

"No." All the expectations and prayers that I had been holding on to just now collapsed in this instant.

Shuying's ears were like thunder and electric shocks, rumbling.

She was sad and sad, tears welled up in her eyes, she shook her head in resistance, not to accept the sad news that Xiao Yuechen lost her arm.

How can he proudly gallop on the battlefield without arms, how can he be invincible in the battlefield, how can he draw a bow and hold a sword? That is all his pride.

"What are you doing so sad? What I'm talking about has nothing to do with his arm. Fortunately, he brought a panacea with him. Yes, it's also thanks to you." Feng Qi was stunned.

Originally, she still respected him a little bit, but after being so surprised by him, Xie Shuying's respect for him disappeared long ago.

Regardless of Feng Qi's explanation, Shuying rushed to Xiao Yuechen's guest room in a state of anxiety.

"Wang Concubine is here, so the prince will leave it to Wang Concubine, and the slaves will go out." Seeing Xie Shuying coming, Su Ying immediately handed her the sweat towel that was about to wipe Xiao Yuechen's face, and quietly left the room.

Shuying took the sweat towel and stood in front of the couch.

Xiao Yue Shen's eyes were tightly closed, and she hadn't woken up yet.

She breathed a sigh of relief, bent over and put the sweat towel into the copper basin.

After getting wet, wrung out the sweat towel and walked to the side of the couch, carefully wiped his forehead, face, his face.

At this moment, there was a trace of softness in the contours of his face, and his peaceful sleeping appearance made people feel pity.

At some point, Shuying was already so afraid of his fierce and cold appearance when he opened his eyes.

Especially when he took out a dagger and cut her wrist to let blood, it was so hateful.

The hatred filled her heart again, and her heart was severely gouged out.

In annoyance, the hand holding the sweat towel quickly left his face.

Why should she care about him? Did he care about her life?

Deep guilt rose in the resentment.

If her life and death were ignored, she would be the one lying here half dead.

The wrist was pinched by a big cold palm.

Shuying turned her head, her stunned eyes collided with Xiao Yue's sharp and sharp eyes.

Staring at each other, there was a long silence.

There are tens of thousands of emotions, twisted and mixed together, only turning into love-hate entanglement and resentment.

Her vision became blurred, Shuying held back her soreness, turned her head away from looking at him, and pulled her wrist hard but couldn't pull it back.

Xiao Yue's voice was deep and hoarse, "Why are you crying? Wouldn't it be better if I died, you can remarry after I die, and you don't have to wait for the next life."