The noble husband comes to the door: the wife and the owner are ruthless

Chapter 109 Qingdi Heals
By the way, Qingdi, Feng Qianxuan suddenly remembered that when she was injured before, Qingdi always healed her
Please, please wake up
Feng Qianxuan meditated, made a cut in her right hand and dripped blood on the flute, folded her hands together, and silently recited the dictation
In front of Ye Raochen, his body slowly floated in the air, and Qingdi also floated up, emitting green light on one side
Seeing this, Feng Qianxuan turned towards Qingdi and secretly exercised her skills, the light from Qingdi became even more dazzling, and quickly turned into a light green protective cover to envelop Ye Raochen.
Suddenly, the internal force devoured the soul, Feng Qianxuan spat out a mouthful of blood, resisting the discomfort, she felt that the internal force in her body was gradually dissipating.
From then on, she may no longer be able to cultivate her inner strength, gather luck in her dantian, and have no way to practice martial arts in this life. It is really worth it to trade this for your life...

From him in his arms, a warm body temperature gradually spread, and Feng Qianxuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Just hearing a 'click', a crack appeared in the center of the Qingdi's body, and it quickly split into two halves
"What's going on? How did the Qingdi become like this?" Feng Qianxuan picked it up in a panic, and the sound of the flute breaking in two

Is it because she will use the ability of Qingdi to turn it into healing power to save Ye Raochen, and all the abilities that originally supported Qingdi were consumed too much, causing Qingdi to collapse
Without Qingdi, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back to modern times next time, and I will always bear the title of Eighth Emperor

"This Heavenly Punishment Illusion is really scary, come on, let's go home"

Feng Qianxuan gently hugged the red dress in the posture of a princess, trembling slightly, stood up straight, and walked towards the west of the sun.

There was still a lot of people under the worship platform, and many people pointed at the illusion that sucked people in.

"It's been five hours, and no one has come out, what a pity those contestants"

"Yes, yes"

And Yanchen on the stage, staring at the illusion, shook his head with some regret in his eyes, and sighed silently
It's a pity that the life of the prince died at a young age, and in the end, there was not even a corpse.
Just when everyone was feeling sorry, a ray of light shot out from the illusion, opening a black hole, and out came out a woman in white and a man in red in her arms.
"Look, someone has come out of the illusion of death"

"Amazing"

The crowd of onlookers under the stage became enthusiastic again, and they all focused their attention on the two people

Minister Yan couldn't believe his eyes, rubbed hard, she actually walked out of the illusion safely
Feng Qianxuan ignored the condensed fiery gazes from all around her, and put Ye Raochen lightly on the desk.

With one hand free, he threw the scroll of historical records in his arms, like throwing garbage, and threw it directly at the minister of Yan Kingdom, "This is the scroll of historical records."

The minister of Yan Kingdom panicked, as if he placed the treasure, the gold thread dish that had been prepared long ago, the joy in his heart had already multiplied several times

"My lord, please let the officials take you into the palace to receive it." Reward, before the word reward is finished, Feng Qianxuan's figure has long since disappeared from the sacrificial platform.

Zuihonglou

In a gorgeous room, there was a pale and frail handsome man lying on the bed, and an elderly male doctor was sitting on the head of the bed, checking his pulse from time to time, and Feng Qianxuan and Mo Yan standing next to him looked worried.

Ye Ziyuan, on the other hand, walked back and forth around the bed in a state of distraught, and glanced at the man on the bed from time to time, showing worry on his face.

"Young master, he is fine, but he is a little anemic. Wait for the old man to prescribe some blood-enriching prescriptions for him, take them at a safe time, and rest for a while."

The male doctor in plain clothes withdrew his right hand for taking the pulse, and put the patient's hand lightly in the quilt
Hearing the doctor's words, Feng Qianxuan breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded to signal

"Thank you doctor for your diagnosis and treatment, Mo Yan, send it to the doctor"

"Yes"

Mo Yan, standing aside, stretched his right hand towards the door, and said, "Doctor, please follow me."

The doctor carried the medical kit and walked out with Mo Yan. In an instant, only she and Ye Ziyuan, who had been silent all this time, were left in the room.
　Well~, the beauties left a message yesterday, if you don’t revive the beautiful man, you will send a blade to a certain gentleman, a dead cat or a mouse, so scared that a certain gentleman trembled, hid in the corner and silently coded the chapter where the heroine saved him, what? , you can send me a plate of bamboo shoot fried meat (*￣3￣)
　　
　
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