Canglan Empress

Chapter 480
Looking up at Yaohua with a calm face, Rong Jin was silent for a moment, then closed his eyes, stretched out Yaohua's hand, and gently stroked Yaohua's fingertips with a sharp thin blade.

Bright red blood overflowed from Yaohua's fingertips, and dripped into the bowl below.

Without much hesitation, he quickly put his wrist on the edge of the bed, and cut a shallow wound on the skin with a thin blade, from which blood oozed out.

Putting the thin blade aside, Rong Jin raised his other hand, placed Yaohua's injured fingertips next to his own injured wrist, then stared at Yaohua's fingertips quietly, without speaking.

Yaohua didn't speak either, and was as quiet as an ice doll.

Time passed little by little.

The hope outside the window seemed to have quieted down.

There was a slight squirming feeling on the fingertips, as if something slowly crawled out of the fingertips, Yaohua turned his head slightly, and then saw a transparent small thing the size of a grain of rice The body slowly emerged from the blood.

A transparent little insect is much more beautiful than ordinary insects. Under normal circumstances, no one would think that such a beautiful little thing can make people lose all strength and cannot move, and it is more effective than pressing acupuncture points.

The little thing seemed to have a spirituality, followed the familiar aura and crawled towards Rong Jin's wrist little by little, then burrowed into his bleeding wound, and quickly disappeared.

Yaohua watched blankly, and realized that his body had become conscious and could move.

Rong Jin wiped Yaohua's fingertips with a handkerchief, stopped the bleeding briefly, and then said calmly: "You take a rest first, the king ordered someone to prepare dinner."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the bowl with a few drops of Yaohua's blood on it, put it on the tray, picked up the tray, got up and walked outside.

Yaohua moved his body silently, then slowly sat up from the bed, leaning against the head of the bed, he closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then looked up at the bright sunset outside the window.

Before you know it, another day will pass.

It has been seven days since he was brought to Northern Qi... I don't know how Xuanyin is doing now.

With Di Canglan around, he doesn't seem to need to worry too much, it's just...

Raising his hand, there was a hair-thin trace left on the white fingertip where it was just scratched. If you don't look carefully, you can almost ignore it.

Yaohua's eyes are delicate, do you like...?

Rong Jin, in the world of the strong, feelings are always superfluous, don't you know?
During dinner, neither of them spoke.

There are eight dishes on a square table, four meat and four vegetables, all of which look fresh and light in color, and two soups.

Yao Hua sat across from Rong Jin, quietly eating the delicious meal without saying a word.

The servants serving in the hall had already been waved away by Rong Jin. Looking at Yaohua's silent expression, he said lightly, "How do you feel now?"

Yaohua glanced at him indifferently: "Very good."

There is no emotion in the two words of calm, and the real meaning cannot be heard.

Good?

Rong Jin twitched the corners of his mouth, and said in a low tone, "I decided to stay in your room tonight."

Decide?

Yaohua raised his eyes and looked at him mockingly: "If you want to die early, my Highness will help you."

Rong Jin frowned: "Yaohua, being brave shouldn't be done by smart people. Your current physical strength can't kill me at all."

"Really?" Yaohua said lightly, "You can try."

(End of this chapter)