Proud Concubine Difficult to Train: My Palace Comes from Modern Times

---The trembling voice is full of humble begging---

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At this time, Duan Mu stepped out of the 'Yufeng Pavilion' holding Jun Ziyan who was seriously injured, his brows were worried and dignified, and he brought Su Cang and Su Yan behind him.

The three of them knelt down on one knee, clasped their fists at Su Shajue, and pleaded guilty: "This subordinate is ineffective in handling affairs, please forgive me, my lord."

The thick blood spread with the night wind, filling everyone's senses.

Su Shajue's eyes were startled suddenly, and gasped in shock at Jun Ziyan's bloody appearance.

Immediately turned over and got off the horse neatly, hugged Gentleman Yan gently in his arms, the strong smell of blood surged towards him, and his extremely handsome face instantly turned into paper color.

In an instant, all perceptions disappeared suddenly, as if they were small dust, Su Shajue stretched out his trembling fingers calmly and pressed on her neck artery, and when he felt that the arteries were still beating vigorously under his fingers, he lifted his hanging heart. Let go of a lot.

At this time, Jun Ziyan was not as arrogant as usual, the flamboyance between his eyebrows was slightly reduced, the corners of his mouth were flushed, and the wound that was bleeding was temporarily relieved after Duan Mu quickly sealed the big acupoint.

The gentle light blue shirt has now turned dark purple and dirty, the blood stain on her chest seems to be a hole in her chest, and every thin breath is like a knife blade. Heart, throbbing, it hurt so much that all the strength in his whole body was almost exhausted by this pain.

Su Sha Jue Leng sternly shouted, "All generals listen to the order, 'Iron Fan Nameless' is now being slandered, and he must take it immediately before morning, there must be no mistakes, remember, and don't disturb the people in the city!"

The hand holding Jun Ziyan trembled slightly, the sleeves of Xuehua Xuanyi fluttered in the cold wind, and the voice pierced the dead silence.

"Yes!" The elite soldiers of Prince Su's Mansion immediately bowed and shouted the order, and a group of Xiao Sha spread the court in the city.

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Su Wang Mansion

Mo Ling Pavilion

Several servants walked back and forth in Su Shajue's bedroom, all of them looked stiff and chilling.

Some brought the clothes of the previous princess and put them down, some brought several basins of hot water, some brought a basin of porcelain ice cubes, and some brought a pool of plum wine, coming in and out- -

At this time, Duan Mu brought the brocade box that Sushajue usually used to administer needles to the young master, with a worried look on his face: "My lord, bring the brocade box."

Su Shajuexuan's brocade Xiyi's chest was stained with a lot of blood, but he had no time to take care of it. He took Duan Mudi's brocade box with his blood-stained hand, and said coldly, "Back down, without my king's order." Don't let anyone in, including Wanyan Che!"

Yin Zhe's eyes narrowed, there was such a big commotion in 'Yufengxuan' tonight, it was impossible for him not to know, maybe within half an hour, he would show up, during the period of giving needles to Junziyan , don't let that reckless and jealous kid disturb you. .

"Your subordinates obey!" Duan Mu bowed, and the maidservants behind him all backed away without daring to make mistakes.

When there were only two people left, Susha held his breath and sat back on the bed rails. With the dim light of the luminous pearl engraved on the wall, the gentleman Yan Cang closed his eyes tightly on his horrified face, as fragile as the ice and snow waiting to melt, suddenly disappearing. Let him not dare to act rashly.

The hand reaching out to her waist trembled violently, cold sweat dripped from Susha's forehead, and he opened his eyes after closing them without any hesitation.

The ties wrapped around her waist slipped from Su Shajue's hands, and he put the blood-oozing blue shirt on the ground, and the layers of cloth tightly wrapped around Jun Ziyan's chest were shattered into rags in his silver scissors .

When the clothes were all taken off, Jun Ziyan's bloody opening on his chest, which was just like a pinhole, had become swollen now. Under the sealed acupoint, the blood couldn't come out completely, and the surrounding area was already black and blue.

Su Shajue's eyes narrowed, his judgment was indeed correct, there was a small sharp knife buried in Jun Ziyan's body.

He opened the brocade box, took out a small porcelain bottle and poured it into warm water, soaked the silk cloth in the hot water mixed with the medicine powder, Su Shajue half-wrung it dry, and gently wiped her chest around her.

"Hiss - it hurts!" Jun Ziyan, who was in a coma, suddenly cried out under the gentle wipe of the hot silk, his brows were knotted in pain, cold sweat overflowed, his hands grabbed the silk mattress, and his face became even paler.

This call made Su Shajue so frightened that she dared not move, but if the sharp blade inside was not removed, her hand would be abolished. Enduring all kinds of heartaches, she coaxed softly: "Ziyan, you Renren, there is a sharp weapon in your wound, if you don't remove it, your life will be endangered, this is anesthesia powder, it won't hurt after a while."

Perhaps the voice of the man next to his ear was so distressing that Jun Ziyan couldn't help but subconsciously moved, subconsciously nodded his head, and murmured: "Be gentle, be gentle!"

"Okay, just bear with it for a while, I guarantee it will be very light!" Su Sha said that he felt pity for such a gentleman, and his heart ached like a needle.

While changing the handkerchief, the hot water from the medicine dripped into the wound, Jun Ziyan gripped Su Shajue's cuff reflexively in pain, uncooperatively trying to make him stop, 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 dipped in the potion, she felt as if someone had set fire to her body, and her internal organs seemed to be burned to ashes.

Every sound of her 'pain' felt like Ling Chi to Su Shajue, like a thorn piercing his heart, the pain was so painful that he couldn't make a sound, his eyes were slightly red, and his sullen voice was slightly choked: "Zi Say, hold on, think about the people you care about, think about--" While hesitating, Su Shajue snapped out: "Think about Wanyan Che, think about my husband, give yourself a belief, and live on."

Now, as long as she can survive, he doesn't care even if she is just his indifferent confidant, as long as she survives.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Su Shajue's words came out, he couldn't help but miss the expected effect, and instead made the situation of Junziyan even worse.

When Su Shajue uttered the three characters 'Wanyan Che', Jun Ziyan felt a surge of disgust, and the bloody red burst into cracks, splashing on Su Shajue's chest, killing Su Shajue's three souls and six souls. The soul flew away completely in fright: "Ziyan!"

Master once told him that before a person faints, as long as you say the "name" of the person she cares about most, she will have the faith to live. .

Thinking about it this way, Su Shajue was confused for a while, seeing the gentleman's words that the situation was bad, he was at a loss, suddenly remembered what his son Su Xuanhan said, Su Shajue looked embarrassed and hesitant for a while, but he had to try it in an emergency.

"Zi, Ziyan, think about it, think about Su Shajue, and give yourself a belief to live, I beg you!" Su Shajue held her hand tightly, and her trembling voice was full of humble begging.

Next, Jun Ziyan was extremely docile, no longer gritted his teeth and screamed in pain.

After wiping gently, Jun Ziyan felt his chest getting colder and colder while in a coma, the original hot and unlovely burning pain gradually disappeared, and a numbness appeared in his chest.

Seeing that the knots in her brows gradually eased, Su Shajue knew that the anesthetic had taken effect, and immediately pulled her up gently, stretched out her palm to instill internal strength, and forced the thin blade on her chest out.

After half a cup of tea, with a sharp "ding" sound, the drizzle blade in Jun Ziyan's chest was forced out by Su Shajue's internal force, and flew to the screen table, the needle glowed under the dim light of the night pearl. With a forest luster.

'Pfft - -' A rush of blood gushed out and splashed on the Xueman gauze, the blood color was pitch black and the smell was strong.

In an instant, Jun Ziyan felt a sense of relief in his chest, and fell powerlessly into Su Shajue's arms, his pale and frightening face was temporarily relieved.

Stretching out his sleeves to gently wipe away the cold sweat on her forehead, Su Shajue's frowning brows Shu Ping, and she raised a warm smile, fortunately, fortunately!

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The second watch was delivered, and Wanzi rolled back to the house (he was busy with work, it was late, Wanzi was guilty, ah door).