Your Majesty, you are under arrest

The autumn wind is rustling, and the moonlit night is quiet.

On the big bed in Shuo Xin Pavilion, a figure was lying quietly, and the haggard Bei Tang Shuo stood by, staring at the pale face with closed eyes without blinking.

Wen Xining has been in a coma for three days and three nights.

Although the wound on her body has been healed under Chu Yan's treatment, and the poison in her body has been basically controlled under the joint efforts of Mu Lifeng and Chu Yan, but it is only controlled and cannot be eliminated at all.

Mu Lifeng's true energy has been exhausted, and Chu Yan's spiritual power has also been exhausted. The two of them are not much better than Wen Xining.

And Beitang Shuo has been sitting beside Wen Xining's bed for three days and three nights, not eating, drinking, sleeping or talking, just holding her hand, waiting for her to wake up.

The grand prince's inauguration ceremony, which was originally scheduled for yesterday, was also postponed due to Wen Xining's injury.

With a "creak", the door was gently pushed open, and Quan'er walked in with a plate.

When she saw the food on the table intact, tears flowed down her face.

"My lord, would you like to eat something?"

She looked at Beitang Shuo, and persuaded him in a mournful voice.

But Beitang Shuo was the same as the previous few times, he still didn't react at all, his whole body was like a sculpture, motionless.

"My lord!"

Quan'er ran to his side in a few steps, and knelt down beside him with a "plop", tears flowing more and more fiercely,

"My lord, you should kill the slave, it's all because of the slave, the princess will be like this, the slave deserves to die..."

Beitang Shuo still didn't move, but after a while, a dry voice sounded in Quan'er's ear,

"Damn it, it's me."

Maybe it was because of not speaking for a long time, Beitang Shuo's hoarseness and dullness made Quan Er stunned for a long time before realizing that it was him talking.

He suddenly raised his head to look at Beitang Shuo, but he heard the hoarse voice continue:

"I didn't protect her well, I watched her get hurt, it was me, it was me..."

He kept saying that he would protect her, kept asking her to stay by his side, but in the end he didn't even know when she put the Xuan Bingzhu on his body.

In the end, she was still protecting herself.

Quan'er has been by Beitangshuo's side for so long. She has seen him who is stupid, who pretends to be pitiful, who is high-spirited and domineering, and who is like Shura in the dark night, who burns people to death with a wave of his hand. He was in ashes, but he had never seen him so sad, so remorseful, and so helpless.

Quan'er's heart hurts because she knows oh, if the young lady wakes up and sees the prince in this state, she will definitely be sad.

"My lord, don't be like this, okay?"

Quan'er knelt forward a few steps, arrived at Wen Xining's bedside, looked up at Beitang Shuo whose gaze was still on Wen Xining's face,

"My lord, you can eat something. The lady needs your care. If the lady wakes up and you fall down, she will be sad, my lord..."

Beitang Shuo finally moved his head, turned his head, and looked down at Quan'er.

That haggard face, that chin full of scum, that sunken eye sockets, that bloodshot eyes made Quan'er startled.

Quan'er covered her mouth, tried her best not to cry out, and looked at Beitang Shuo in disbelief.

Is this still the handsome Prince Shuo who looks like a banished immortal?

Beitang Shuo's eyes clearly fell on Quan'er, but the focal length seemed to be far away, and he said in a low voice:

"You said, Ningning will be sad?"

Quan'er let go of her covered mouth, nodded,

"Miss will definitely be sad when she sees you now."

After listening to Quan'er's words, Beitang Shuo was silent for a moment, raised his head slightly, and turned his gaze to the food that Quan'er put on the table.

After another moment of hesitation, he finally let go of Wen Xining's hand, and slowly stood up.

Because of sitting for too long, his legs and feet were already numb, but this standing made his body stagger.

"My lord..."

Quan'er quickly stood up and supported him, but Bei Tangshuo silently pushed him away, and then walked towards the table step by step.

Even though it was only a few steps away, he walked for a long time, and finally sat down at the table. He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

Quan'er saw that what he ate was actually the cold rice and cold dishes from before, so she hurried forward and said:

"My lord, this is already cold, you eat this."

As he spoke, he pushed the hot dishes and rice that had just been served in front of him.

But Beitang Shuo seemed to have never heard of it, and he was still struggling to pick up the rice, murmuring indistinctly:

"If I want to eat, I will eat. Only when I have strength can I take good care of Ningning and protect Ningning."

"Okay, then you can eat slowly, and the servant will pour you a cup of tea."

Quan'er poured a cup of tea and put it in front of him, then turned away, unable to bear to see Beitang Shuo devouring it.

Looking at the person on the bed, Quan'er clasped her hands in front of her chest, and kept praying in her heart:

"Miss, you should wake up quickly, or the prince will really collapse."

But Wen Xining on the bed still didn't make any movement.

It was dark and it was raining heavily.

In the extremely muddy mountain, Wen Xining was carrying a weight of 30 kilograms while doing special polar training.

There are still 5 kilometers away from the goal, but only 10 minutes left.

If she can't run within 10 minutes, she won't be able to graduate.

The pouring rain obstructed her sight, the muddy mountain made it difficult for her to walk, and the rain-soaked camouflage uniform was even more heavy. Coupled with the 30 kg load on her back, Wen Xining felt that she was already unable to move an inch.

Wen Xining didn't know if she was the first or the last.

Because she had lost sight of her teammates before and after, and she was only accompanied by the sound of "swooshing" rain and the sound of howling wind.

The heavy foot stepped on a rock, but slipped, and with a "plop", Wen Xining fell to the ground, mud and water splashed, blurring her eyesight, the weight on her back and the weight on her chest The double pincer attack caused her to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

The body has no strength, and in the eyes, except for the rain, it is still rain, but the consciousness is gradually blurred.

Wen Xining felt that she didn't need to graduate because she would "sacrifice" in this world where only she was.

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