Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1332 Contaminated (7)

A heavy cross supported his body.

Under the dim and flickering light, he lowered his head, his long hair was hanging down, his snow-white face was hidden in the shadow, and it was dim.

The white and beautiful long fingers were hanging down weakly, but they were bound tightly by the iron chain, and they were already congested with blood.

He was motionless, and his chest was covered in large patches of blood red.

The bloodstains were already turning black, and it seemed that there was still blood flowing out.

Bright red and rancid black blood mixed together, soaking the plain plain clothes.

In such a dark and humid place, just like the petals of the impatiens falling into the mud, it presents an astonishing and extremely sadistic beauty.

Fragile, delicate, yet beautifully empty, without any sense of reality.

The Palace Mistress stood there, closing his eyes.

After calming down, she looked sideways and said calmly, "Put him down, unchain him."

An Yao hesitated: "Palace Master, is this bad? What if he fights back..."

"It's okay, let's untie it."

"But--"

The lord palace lord made a speech, although he didn't want to, An Yao could only follow through.

The chains that oppressed his veins were quickly undone.

After the motionless figure was no longer restrained by the chains, his body fell down in an instant.

Like a broken rag doll, it has already lost its voice and consciousness.

He could only fall down in such a state of embarrassment, without dignity, and let others bully and trample on him.

But soon, the Palace Mistress took a step forward and caught him firmly.

Hug his waist and support him.

The overly cold and stiff body leaned against her, like a dead corpse.

Lifeless and motionless.

The palace lord immediately hugged him horizontally.

"Anxie, go find Anmei and ask her to bring the antidote."

".Yes, Palace Mistress."

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The Palace Master, who was supposed to visit a stranger, finally returned to his palace with the bruised Yin Ci in his arms.

An Mei soon came, and carrying the medicine box she carried with her, she came to the Palace Master's palace.

Seeing the Palace Mistress sitting by the bed, wiping the body of the person on the bed, she didn't dare to raise her head, and saluted with fists together.

"Palace Master."

Yun Si lowered her eyes, wiped Yin Ci's face and hands with warm water, her expression was calm: "Did you bring the antidote?"

Anmei immediately presented a delicate small porcelain bottle.

"Palace Master, this antidote is very dangerous. After taking it, the body will develop a severe high fever. It needs someone else to dispel the dryness and heat in the body before it can take effect."

She took it with a slender white hand, and she asked, "Is there any trauma medicine? He was hit by An Ling's poisonous knife, and his chest festered."

Anmei lowered her head and rummaged through the medicine box, then offered it up.

"Apply it twice a day, and don't touch the water for seven days."

Anmei usually likes to get all kinds of medicines in bottles and cans, but now, they can play a role in critical moments.

The lord of the palace took it.

After Anmei retreated, she sat by the bed, looked at the unconscious person lying on the bed, and let out a long sigh.

Helpless, and a little annoyed.

His fingertips slowly hooked his fingers, and he pursed his lips: "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

This body has done such a harm to him, he probably hates her to death, right?

Yun Si had a headache.

The person lying on the bed closed his eyes, his face was pale, and his lips were even less bloodless.

Because he was bound with special chains for a long time, his blood flow was not smooth, and his limbs turned blue, black, and even swollen to varying degrees.

(End of this chapter)