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The main hall where Shu Dianhe was lying was lit all night, and Xuan Cheng sat alone outside the hall all night without eating, drinking, or sleeping.

Until dawn, under the intensive treatment of the imperial physician, Shu Dianhe, who was almost bleeding from his body, made a circle before the gate of hell, and finally survived after hemostasis, saving his life.

Lu Lingjun accompanied Xuancheng to wait for the news from the inner hall. Seeing his aunt's red eyes and lifeless appearance, he felt extremely uncomfortable. He also saw her tears run dry and her lips were dry and peeling.

"Auntie, drink some hot water." He took a cup of tea from the maid, held it in front of Xuancheng, and persuaded him.

When he repeated these words for the second time, Xuancheng reacted slightly, as if he had recovered his soul from afar, moved his fingers, and took the hot tea from Lu Lingjun's hand like a puppet, but just took it. , and did not mean to drink.

"Aunt?" Lu Lingjun reminded cautiously.

Xuancheng's eyelashes trembled, and his wrist trembled as he picked up the tea and brought it to his lips.

Seeing this, Lu Lingjun thought that the palace was cold, and his aunt was freezing. He was about to call the maid to get a cloak, when he saw the imperial doctor happily running out of the inner hall, and reported: "Your Majesty, the eldest princess, the nobleman must live Already!"

As soon as these words came out, the stiff Xuancheng seemed to come alive in an instant, and accidentally knocked over the teacup in her hand. When Lu Lingjun just realized it, she got up quickly and ran into the inner hall.

The air in the inner hall was filled with the smell of blood, and the blood-wiping towels were randomly thrown into the silver basin. The water in the silver basin had already been stained red with blood, and the cut clothes were piled up at the corner of the bed.

Shu Dianhe was lying on the bed with a pale complexion, the mask on his face had fallen somewhere.

Her eyes were closed tightly, her clothes were half off, and her chest was covered with white gauze, which was faintly bloody.

Seeing her, Xuancheng couldn't help but burst into tears.As if afraid of waking her up, she cautiously approached the bed, then squatted down, and raised her fingertips to rest on Shu Dianhe's gentle brows.

She was too afraid that what she touched would be a burst of coldness, which made her hesitate to make a move.

So her fingertips slid down until she touched a pulse and felt the tiny beating under the skin, and she was sure that she really survived.

Xuancheng caressed her cheek, wanted to cry but couldn't help laughing, he was so excited that he didn't know what to do.

At this time, the voice of the imperial physician sounded in her ears: "It is also because the nobleman is blessed by heaven. While talking with the noble imperial physician, he is also amazed in private. They have been practicing medicine for decades, and they have never seen each other. A person who was so badly injured can still be rescued.

Xuancheng kept nodding his head, he didn't know if he was agreeing with the imperial physician's words, or he was thankful for Shu Dianhe's strength, when he touched Shu Dianhe's cold hand, he put it into his arms to warm it up.

Lu Lingjun came after him. Seeing Shu Dianhe still unconscious, he frowned, and grabbed an imperial doctor and asked with concern, "Gu... when will she wake up?"

The imperial doctor said: "Because the nobleman was seriously injured, so I have to wait for her body to recover a little before she wakes up."

"Is there no other way to make her wake up earlier?" Lu Lingjun saw that his aunt was so worried, and couldn't help but want to relieve her worries.

The imperial physician's face showed embarrassment, Lu Lingjun knew what it meant at a glance, and said helplessly: "Okay then..."

Turning around, he asked his servant to say, "Go and take out all the rare and rare herbs in my inner treasury, and give them to..."

He hesitated, glanced at Xuancheng, thinking that he had to give his uncle an upright identity, otherwise he didn't know how to address her in front of outsiders.

"For the sick..." he said, and the waiter went out.

"I still have something to report to the emperor..." the imperial physician hesitated to speak.

"Report..."

"The nobleman has been injured this time, hurting his heart and heart, and his body may be weaker than ordinary people in the future." The imperial physician said.

Before Lu Lingjun could speak, Xuancheng, who was guarding in front of the couch, was the first to choke up and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as she can live."

After that, she will never let her get hurt again.

After being in a coma for seven days, Shu Dianhe finally opened his eyes.

Looking at the strange roof, she didn't know where she was, raised her hand, looked at the palm, or her own body, when her shoulder moved inadvertently, severe pain came from her heart, she couldn't help coughing twice Only then did she realize that her chest was tightly bandaged.

I lost my memory for a moment, what happened to me?

The sound of her coughing woke up the person who was sleeping beside her bed, Xuancheng woke up in a daze, and saw Shu Dianhe looking at himself with his head sideways, his eyes were full of confusion.

"You're finally awake." Xuancheng felt his throat hoarse, exhausted physically and mentally.

Shu Dianhe remembered, stroked Xuancheng's cheek, wiped away the tears overflowing from the corner of her eyes with his thumb, and said softly: "Don't cry..."

It's okay not to be comforted, but as soon as Xuancheng was comforted, endless grievances and discomfort flooded into my heart, and tears poured out uncontrollably.

She held Shu Dianhe's hand tightly, sobbing: "I thought you would never wake up again."

After half a month of recuperation, Shu Dianhe's wounds gradually healed, and he was able to be helped out of bed.

"Where are you looking? What are you thinking? Turn your head away..."

Xuancheng, in the name of bandaging Shu Dianhe's wounds, ate Shu Dianhe's tofu justifiably, while his eyes wandered here and there, causing Shu Dianhe's face to blush when his clothes were half-faded, and he completely exposed his half body in front of her. A burst, a burst of heat.

The captured person was unmoved by her warning, so Shu Dianhe had no choice but to tilt her unscrupulous prying head aside.

Xuancheng, who had no shame in his actions, turned to Shu Dianhe's back to tie up the gauze, and muttered in a low voice: "I not only want to see, but also to touch." While Shu Dianhe was not paying attention, he ate again Ordered tofu a few times.

Shu Dianhe heard her mumbling of desire and dissatisfaction, and the heat in the tip of his ears rose again, coughed lightly, and his eyes drifted away: "That will have to wait until I recover from my injury..."

Her voice was so low that Xuan Cheng, who was behind her, couldn't hear her clearly, and asked, "What did you say?"

Shu Dianhe grabbed the underwear that Xuancheng had brought up for her, wrapped his body that was exposed to the air tightly, and denied it: "Nothing..."

Although the expression on her face had concealed her secret well, her flamboyant tone still exposed her inner shame.

Later, with a guilty conscience, she tried to cover it up and said: "I just think that assassin has a nice face, he seems to have seen it somewhere."

"Where did you see it?" Xuancheng put a pillow behind her to make her lie down more comfortably, then packed up the gauze and ointment, and washed his hands in the silver basin.

"Black clothes...woman...assassin..." Shu Dianhe had already seen the corpse of the assassin for autopsy, leaning against the head of the bed, frowning, thinking about the answer in his mind.

Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration, she remembered, and said in disbelief: "She is the subordinate of the Nine Kings..."

"Huh?" Xuancheng also asked incredulously: "How long has my ninth brother been dead, why are there still men chasing you?"

"Do you still remember that I was imprisoned by your father?" Shu Dianhe asked after taking the tea from Xuan Cheng.

"Isn't it just an anti-poem?"

"At that time in the court hall, I read the handwriting on the paper, and it was indeed written by me."

Seeing Xuancheng's confused face, she didn't keep her secret, and said directly: "Before the intention of the Nine Kings' rebellion was exposed, one night, an assassin broke into the study room of the son-in-law's mansion. Had a game."

"The assassin is petite and obviously a woman. I was taken aback at that time."

Once Shu Dianhe sorted it out, everything became clear: "Now that I think about it, the anti-poetry must have been taken away by the assassin when the assassin broke in. And the traces of the rebellion of the Nine Kings were exposed later. No woman was found among the guards of the Nine Kings, so this woman must have taken advantage of the chaos and escaped."

After Xuancheng understood the cause and effect, he couldn't help sighing: "She has been able to chase you for six years, and she is also loyal to my ninth brother."

Shu Dianhe was also regretful, and said: "Such a strong and stubborn woman is indeed rare, but it's a pity that she followed the wrong person."

"Speaking of which, why did you join the anti-poetry case? Does the protagonist of the anti-poetry case have anything to do with you?" Xuancheng expressed his doubts for many years.

"The anti-poem that was used to make things difficult for me in the court was actually written by me before the imperial examination.

At that time, I was still living in Prime Minister Feng's residence, thinking that Shu Harajuku was my biological father.

So I recorded the poems they wrote as treasures, even if it is an anti-poetry..."

Shu Dianhe said it was funny, so he simply told Xuancheng all about Feng Huansen's deception.

"Later, I found out my true life experience, so I put away all these poems and left them behind."

"Where did I expect that the Nine Kings would leave this behind and plot against me."

Later, when Shu Dianhe really wanted to take revenge, it was not that he didn't plan to find those veterans of Qi Dynasty and use their strength to restore Qi Dynasty.

But this is too expensive for her, and it will cause great harm to the people who live and work in peace and contentment, causing them to be displaced.

So she gave up on this idea without thinking deeply about it.

"Feng Huansen... lied to you..." Xuancheng thought of something, slapped his forehead, hurried to his dressing table, and took out a letter from the drawer.

Returning to Shu Dianhe's side, she handed it to Shu Dianhe, then sat on the edge of the bed and said, "This? This is the letter Feng Zheng gave me when he left the capital, saying that his father Feng Huansen wanted to give it to you."

After Feng Zheng and Su Wenning left the capital, Xuancheng didn't stop communicating with them, instead they sent letters frequently.Two years after they left Beijing, Su Wenning gave birth to another daughter named Feng Yi. The family of four lived happily ever after.

Now the husband and wife have opened a private school in their hometown, one of them teaches literature and the other teaches martial arts. It is quite famous, even Xuanchengyuan has heard of it in Kyoto.

Shu Dianhe saw that although the envelope was old, but the traces of sealing were still intact, he asked in doubt: "You never opened it, have you seen what's inside?"

Xuancheng curled his lips and said, "It's yours, how can I mess around?"

The author has something to say: It was supposed to end in one chapter, but after thinking about it, it is better to divide it into two chapters.

I humbly ask everyone to collect it, my next book is "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains"!

An accident brought her back to the seemingly beautiful and prosperous country in the last years of the Northern Song Dynasty more than 1000 years ago.

In fact, he has already been deeply involved in the greed and coveting of the Jin and Liao Dynasty. With the Jingkang Change, the Northern Song Dynasty will be destroyed, the people will suffer, and the country will be ruined and the family will be destroyed.

Cao Xianyue: Oh, it's so complicated, is it too late to die now?What, can't die?

Anyway, people can't change history, so I'll just be a salted fish, find a cool place, drink tea with Qingzhao, chat with Shishi, and spend a day is a day.

Until she met a person, that person was a legendary painter who was born out of the world and painted the "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" that has been passed down through the ages at the age of 18, but he died before he was 23 years old. A painting, that person is called Wang Ximeng.

Accidentally discovered that the other party was disguised as a man, and designed to be the other party's wife. In the fragmented life after marriage, she suddenly didn't want the other party to die so early...

White and black, black and white, ladylike in appearance, inner salted fish heroine x introverted and gentle genius but short-lived painter Wang Ximeng, an 18-year-old student at the Northern Song Academy of Painting, later called into the forbidden Chinese library, and was taught by Song Huizong Zhao Ji personally, half a year later That is to say, "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" was created.It is a pity that his life will not last forever, and he died when he was more than 20 years old.

"A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is a blue and green landscape painting in the Northern Song Dynasty of China.One of China's top ten famous paintings handed down from generation to generation.