The severe pain in her chest made Lin Sishen vaguely feel as if she had broken two ribs. Although her vision went dark, she still tried her best to stay awake. She could never pass out in front of everyone like last time and leave her fate unknown. .

General Lin's voice rang quickly in his ears: "Shen'er, Shen'er..."

Lin Sishen opened his mouth to say something, but his blood-stained lips opened and closed slightly, but he could not spit out even a single word.

The hustle and bustle around her turned into tinnitus, and the dangling figure in front of her eyes became increasingly blurry. Fortunately, in the dimness, she caught a glimpse of the white figure. Along with the vaguely familiar fragrance in the air, it floated there in the blink of an eye. in front of me.

Of all the people present at the banquet, Shen Qinghan was the only one she could trust. She raised her hand to tighten the hem of white clothes that was close at hand. The next second, her trembling hand was touched by a slippery and slightly cold hand. He gently grasped it with his fingertips and held it in his palm.

In full view of everyone, Shen Qingwan knelt down next to Lin Sishen, with a tense look on her cold and beautiful face. She raised her hand to hug Lin Sishen into her arms, and gently held the back of her head with one hand to let her lean against her. He placed a hand on her heart and placed a hand on her pulse to explore her injuries.

The banquet was interrupted due to this unexpected incident. Apart from being surprised at the beginning, the senior officials present seemed to have quickly regained their composure. They seemed to be more concerned about Wen Xingren's current situation than Lin Sishen's life and death.

General Wen, who was still high-spirited when he returned to the capital, was standing blankly in the middle of the hall, his straight back slightly bowed. After regaining his senses, he didn't seem to believe what he had just done. He turned his head and looked at Shen Qing. He glanced at her, but only saw her cold back.

The Ninth Prince's drunkenness dissipated with the sudden change. He hurriedly walked down the high platform with a gloomy face. He looked at the dazed servants and shouted angrily: "You idiot, what are you doing in such a stupid manner? Why don't you go call a doctor quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the servant hurriedly ran out.

After calming down for a while, Lin Sishen panted and raised her eyes to look at Shen Qinghan. She bit her lips tightly to suppress the blood surging in her chest, and finally uttered two words from her mouth: "Mo Zhu. "

Shen Qingwan pursed her lips when she heard this, and slowly retracted the fingertips that were on her pulse.

She lowered her eyes and looked at Lin Sishen's pale, bloodless face, with a complex look on her cold face. Without any pause, she turned her head to look at Lan Qing not far away, and raised her hand: "Lan Qing, follow me. I helped her go inside."

General Lin hurriedly stood up, took Lin Sishen's arm, and said urgently: "No need, let me do it."

Shen Qingwen shook her head gently. She looked at Lin Sishen's increasingly pale face and sighed softly: "Father, it's better to rush to the house to invite Miss Mo Zhu here. Sishen seems to feel at ease only when Miss Mo Zhu is here. "

General Lin also had great trust in Mo Zhu's medical skills, so he agreed: "That's fine, Shen'er, please trouble Princess to take care of her first."

With the support of Shen Qingwan and Lan Qing, Lin Sishen was sent into a nearby wing, while General Lin hurried back to the general's mansion on horseback to bring Mo Zhu over.

Although the Ninth Prince asked people to find a doctor, he also knew that Shen Qinghan was quite accomplished in medical skills. With Shen Qinghan here, he was not worried about Lin Sishen, so he hurriedly asked the old steward Shen Zhong to send the guests away.

In a courtyard adjacent to the palace hall, a wing was brightly lit.

Lin Sishen was lying on the bed, feeling a dull pain all over her internal organs, especially the pain in her chest, which almost made her faint several times. But she didn't dare to let go before seeing Mo Zhu. .

Shen Qingwan was sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked at Lin Sishen's paper-pale face, the cold sweat that was constantly leaking out due to the pain she endured. She frowned slightly and ordered in a cold voice: "Lan Qing, stay outside the door. No one is allowed to enter at my command."

Lan Qing followed the order and exited the house, closing the door while she stood guard at the door.

In a blink of an eye, only Lin Sishen and Shen Qinghan were left in the room.

The wooden window was open, and the night wind poured into the house. The candlelight on the candlestick flickered slightly, and the pink gauze kept fluttering in front of Lin Sishen's eyes. She lay motionless, holding on to a trace of reason, and vaguely caught a glimpse of Shen Qinghan getting up. He walked away, and a short time later the candlelight stopped flickering.

Everything in front of him seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist, making it difficult to see clearly. Shen Qinghan's face was also shrouded in the lingering mist, with a delicate and aloof face and a cold expression, as if he was stepping on the clouds. Lin Sishen blinked slightly and watched her step closer to him, then leaned down.

The surroundings were silent, and Lin Sishen could only hear his own breathing, which was as dull and dry as a broken old bellows.

The long and slender fingertips as green as green gently rested on Lin Sishen's waist, and with an effortless pull, he pulled away the belt embroidered with silver silk moiré patterns. Lin Sishen's body was slender and thin, wrapped in layers of Under the folded robe, it seemed like there was a secret she was trying to hide.

Lin Sishen knew that Shen Qinghan wanted to heal her wounds, but she could never allow herself to reveal her identity in front of Shen Qinghan. When Shen Qinghan's hand grabbed the lapel belt of her waist, she finally endured it. He couldn't help but raised his hand and grabbed Shen Qinghan's wrist.

She opened her lips and weakly and silently uttered two words: "Mozhu."

Although she was unable to speak out, she knew that Shen Qinghan must understand what she meant.

Shen Qingwen's hand on her lapel did not let go. She leaned in front of Lin Sishen, a dark light flashed through her clear eyes, and she said coldly: "Do you have to wait for her to come?"

Lin Sishen closed her eyes and nodded gently, but the hand holding Shen Qingwan slowly slipped away weakly. In fact, if Shen Qingwan insisted on healing her injuries, she would not be able to stop him at all.

She suddenly relaxed in front of her, and Shen Qingwan stood still. She looked down at Lin Sishen, with a faint hint of embarrassment on her face. The rapid rise and fall of her chest showed her current ups and downs of emotions. She pursed her lips in a cold tone. He left two words: "It's up to you."

After saying that, he stepped aside and turned his back to Lin Sishen.

Lin Sishen struggled to turn his head and glanced at Shen Qinghan's cold back. He wanted to say something, but he still didn't say anything. However, he couldn't help but coughed lightly. When he touched his chest a little, a puff of blood surged up in his throat. The sweet and sweet blood overflowed from the corners of her lips as she gasped, snaked down her chin, and dyed her neck red, making her look extremely miserable.

Shen Qingwen looked back at her as if feeling something, and the coldness on her cold face melted away. She sighed quietly and stepped forward to help Lin Sishen up, and then placed her cold hands tightly on her back.

Lin Sishen didn't know what she was going to do at first. As a cold air entered her body, her whole body seemed to be suddenly frozen. Even the pain in her chest subsided slightly. Only then did she realize that Shen Qinghan was moving for her. Work heals injuries.

But I don't know why Shen Qingwan's internal energy is so cold and cold.

Just as she was thinking about it, Shen Qinghan suddenly spoke behind her, explaining in a calm and cold voice: "My internal strength is different from ordinary people, so I can only relieve your pain."

Although Shen Qingwan's internal energy is weird, with the continuous injection, it can indeed alleviate most of Lin Sishen's pain.

After about a cup of tea, the voices of Ninth Prince and General Lin came from outside the door. Lin Sishen opened his eyes and looked happy.

It seems that Mozhu is here.

Shen Qingwan also heard the sound. She retracted her hand and silently stood up and walked out of the bed. Her back was always turned to Lin Sishen. Lin Sishen naturally could not see the tiredness on her face and the layer of frost that could be seen with the naked eye on her black hair. .

The door was pushed open, and Mo Zhu hurried in with the medicine box on his back. He didn't pause at all when he passed by Shen Qinghan, but went straight to Lin Sishen and called out urgently: "Sir."

Lin Sishen's frown relaxed instantly when he saw Mo Zhu: "You're here."

Mo Zhu put down the medicine box and hurriedly helped Lin Sishen to lie down: "Young master, please lie down quickly. I will take your pulse first."

Shen Qingwen stood in front of the door. She turned around and glanced at the two people beside the bed, then she pursed her thin lips slightly and walked out slowly.

Lan Qing, who was guarding outside the door, was the first person to notice something strange about Shen Qinghan. She stepped forward to hold Shen Qinghan's hand, and a biting coldness radiated from Shen Qinghan's skin. Lan Qing raised his eyes and glanced at her. , called out urgently in a low voice: "Princess?"

Shen Qingwan raised his hand and said coldly: "Go back to the room."

After meeting with General Lin, Shen Qinghan hurried back with Lan Qing.

But inside the room, Mo Zhu looked a little weird after taking Lin Sishen's pulse. She pursed her lips and hesitated to speak.

Just after Shen Qingwen healed Lin Sishen's injuries, Lin Sishen felt that most of the heavy feeling in her chest had disappeared. Seeing Mo Zhu's strange expression, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Mo Zhu shook her head. She looked at Lin Sishen's pale face and said softly, "Young master, he will be fine after some rest."

Lin Sishen lowered her eyes. She raised her hand and pressed her chest gently. Except for a dull pain, there was no other abnormality. She sat up and remembered the feeling that invaded her body just now when Shen Qingwen used his power to heal her wounds. Inexplicable chill.

Is it possible that Shen Qinghan's internal energy was so miraculous that it healed her injury in just a cup of tea? But Shen Qinghan clearly told her that her internal energy could only relieve her pain.

Mo Zhu put away the medicine box and whispered: "Young Master's injury is neither serious nor minor. Although two ribs are broken, you still have to recover for a month."

Lin Sishen remained silent. She slowly stood up and planned to get out of bed. Seeing this, Mo Zhu hurriedly stretched out his hand to support her: "Young Master is injured, how can you get up? If you have anything to do, just tell me."

Lin Sishen covered her chest, raised her eyes to look at Mo Zhu and said solemnly: "I want to see her."

"She?" Mo Zhu was stunned for a moment, and then he realized: "Young Master is talking about the princess?"

Lin Sishen nodded. She couldn't explain why. Now she just wanted to go to Shen Qinghan, ask her what was going on with her inner strength, or say thank you.

Mo Zhu sighed softly after hearing this. She held Lin Sishen's hand and refused to let go: "It's not too late to go tomorrow. Why do you need to be in a hurry, sir?"

Lin Sishen thought about his resistance to Shen Qinghan after he was seriously injured, and felt that something was wrong. Shen Qinghan had good intentions, but he was so defensive, which might have chilled Shen Qinghan's heart: "Didn't you say that my injury was not serious? If I don't go to see her, I won't be able to feel at ease."

Mo Zhu knew her temperament, and after hearing what she said, she had no intention of stopping her. After sighing faintly, she helped Lin Sishen up and said, "Then I will accompany the young master."

The Ninth Prince and General Lin outside the door were still a little dazed when they saw Lin Sishen walking out. After Mo Zhu explained, they felt at ease.

The Ninth Prince felt guilty after hearing that Xing Ren had injured Lin Sishen at the banquet. Today he saw that her swordsmanship was quite good and he changed his mind towards her. His attitude toward her also improved a lot, and he asked her to stay in the palace to recuperate.

General Lin was relieved when he saw this, and said he was going back to his home to report to the old lady. He gave Lin Sishen a few words and then went back home.

The guests dispersed in the hall, leaving only a mess, and the servants of the palace were busy cleaning up the mess.

Lin Sishen, supported by Mo Zhu, walked slowly along the courtyard where Shen Qinghan lived in his memory.

He didn't meet many people on the road. Lin Sishen turned his head and looked at Mo Zhu and asked thoughtfully: "Mo Zhu, do you know if there is any technique in this world that can cure people's internal injuries in a short time?"

Mo Zhu glanced at her, thought for a while and said dullly: "I have never heard of such a technique, unless the young master is talking about gods."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly came to her senses and asked hurriedly: "Is it possible that the young master's injury was cured by the princess? When the general returned to the house, the maid Ran came over in a hurry. Seeing the general's appearance, the maid thought the young master was about to die. "

Lin Sishen touched his painful chest and slowly shook his head: "Maybe it's my imagination."

Although she said it was an illusion, she still had doubts in her heart. After being injured by Wen Xingren, she could feel that she had suffered serious internal injuries, and her internal organs were all damaged by the shock. She healed her injuries, and her pain was reduced by half, and the only injuries left on her body were two broken ribs.

Mo Zhu had never heard of it, nor had she heard of such a miraculous magical power.

Not long after the two walked, they arrived at Shen Qingwan's courtyard. Lin Sishen lowered his eyes and coughed lightly. Mo Zhu beside him looked leisurely in the distance, suddenly stopped, and then slowly held Lin Sishen's hand. Tighten slowly.

Lin Sishen turned his head and looked at her, and asked with some confusion: "What's wrong?"

Mo Zhu stared straight into the distance without saying a word. Lin Sishen wondered what she was looking at that made her look so strange, so he also raised his eyes to follow her gaze.

Then she froze on the spot, staring blankly at the two figures cuddling together in the distance, unable to regain her senses for a long time.

Outside the courtyard in the distance, Shen Qingwan and Wen Xingren were standing side by side. She leaned slightly sideways as if leaning on Wen Xingren's shoulder. Wen Xingren held her arm with one hand and put the other around her shoulder.

The two behaved in an intimate manner, and from a distance they looked like a pair of well-matched lovers having a private meeting in the dead of night.

Lin Sishen had never seen Shen Qinghan looking so weak and nestled in someone else's arms.

Lin Sishen only felt a stabbing pain in her chest. She covered her chest and lowered her head expressionlessly. The other hand hanging between her sleeves couldn't help but slowly tightened and held it tightly together.

Mo Zhu bit her lip and glanced at the two figures in the distance, then turned her head and glanced at Lin Sishen, with a hint of inquiry in her eyes. She had been with Lin Sishen for many years, and she knew Lin Sishen better than her aunt and madam, in just a moment. As her mood changed, she discovered something strange about Lin Sishen.

She asked softly: "That person... Young Master, do you recognize him?"

Lin Sishen took a deep breath and raised her head again. When she saw the two still motionless figures, she raised the corners of her lips sarcastically and said in a deep voice, "Of course I recognize them. Those are Wen Xingren and General Wen."

Mo Zhu looked at Lin Sishen thoughtfully and said softly: "Princess Princess and General Wen..."

"It has nothing to do with me." Lin Sishen turned around suddenly, swayed and then stood still. She opened her lips but did not utter a word for a long time.

It turns out that the special person in Shen Qinghan's heart is really Wen Xingren. In the past, Shen Qinghan's gentleness and concern were just a means of wining over, or just a momentary and boring joke.

Mo Zhu stepped forward and gently tugged on the corner of her clothes, and called out with a complicated expression: "Young Master."

Lin Sishen closed her eyes and felt a sharp pain in her heart. She said coldly: "Go home."

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Shen Qingwan slowly opened her eyes, her pale and tired face full of coldness. She turned her head to look at Wen Xingren beside her, opened her lips and uttered two words coldly: "Let go."

Wen Xingren's hand on her arm loosened slightly, but he still refused to let go. This was the first time in so many years that he was so close to Shen Qingwen. How could he be willing to let go of the woman he missed day and night.

He put his arm around Shen Qingwan's shoulders and said softly: "Wen'er, you almost fainted just now..."

"I told you to let go." Shen Qingwan frowned and interrupted him mercilessly, looking at him with an even colder look.

Wen Xing and Ren Wenyan slowly let go of her, took two steps back, pursed his lips and looked at her and said, "Han'er, I just can't let you go, I want to come and see you."

Shen Qingwen's standing body swayed slightly. She seemed extremely weak and tired, but she still maintained a distant, cold and arrogant attitude that made people thousands of miles away. She raised her eyes and looked at Wen Xingren, and said lightly: " General Wen, don’t forget my identity.”

Wen Xingren's eyes darkened, he lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "Princess."

The coldness radiating from Shen Qinghan's body could really send chills down one's spine. She looked intently at the dejected Wen Xingren in front of her: "I can't believe that several years have passed, and General Wen is still acting so recklessly. "

Wen Xingren raised his head fiercely, his deep eyes filled with unwillingness and pain: "Huan... did the princess blame me for hurting her?"

Shen Qingwan frowned, as if she was extremely dissatisfied with Wen Xingren's words: "You obviously lost the competition because you were anxious, but you still hurt someone in front of so many imperial officials before you returned to the capital. Do you think I still want to praise you after something like this happened?"

"The general is guilty." Wen Xingren lowered his eyes, and then asked in a low voice: "Is the princess angry because the general hurt someone, or because the person injured by the general was Lin Sishen."

Shen Qingwan shook her head in disappointment. She closed her eyes and asked coldly: "General Wen, is it possible that all he thinks about is the love between his children? Today you hurt her, and you never thought that if General Lin really wanted to care, Your position as commander-in-chief of the Liao army should be changed."

Wen Xingren's expression changed when he heard this, and he hurriedly knelt down with his hands in his hands and said: "The general didn't think carefully. I hope the princess will calm down."

Seeing Wen Xingren ashamed and uneasy, Shen Qingwan still scolded him coldly: "General Lin has a kind temperament. Although he doesn't care, there is no guarantee that others will not make a big fuss about this matter. I have told you several times not to do it at the banquet." You are provoking Si Shen, but you still can't control your jealousy. The commander-in-chief of the army is so impulsive."

Wen Xingren knew that Shen Qingwen was really angry this time. His impulsiveness had indeed almost ruined a big event, so he did not dare to make any more excuses. He could only grit his teeth and kneel down with shame on his face.

Shen Qingwan glanced at Wen Xingren indifferently, sighed quietly as her eyes moved, and her expression softened a lot. She waved her sleeves and gave a hand, sighing softly: "General Wen, please get up, what Qingwan said The rebuke is really because I heard that what the general did today was too impulsive and was definitely not intended to cause trouble."

Wen Xingren stood up slowly. He glanced at Shen Qingwan with a complicated expression, and then said with shame, "I know the princess's intentions. What happened today is indeed too impulsive. I hope the princess will calm down."

Shen Qingwan nodded slightly and said softly: "Fortunately, she is not seriously injured, but tomorrow General Wen will have to come to apologize in person."

Wen Xingren lowered his head in a depressed manner, cupped his hands and said, "At the end of tomorrow, the general will definitely come to the door to apologize to General Lin."

After all, this matter can still be remedied. Shen Qingwan lowered her eyes to hide the weariness in her eyes, and softly comforted her: "I heard that General has been traveling long distances for several days. I think he is already exhausted, so he should go back and rest early."

After saying that, Shen Qinghan was about to leave, but Wen Xingren raised his eyes anxiously and called her out: "Princess."

Shen Qingwen turned her back to him and asked in a cold voice without looking back: "General Wen, what else do you want?"

Wen Xingren looked at her back, lowered his eyes and took out a sachet from his sleeve, and poured out a bead. He looked at the bead in his palm, and a gentle smile appeared at the corners of his lips: "This is the camel merchant from A small gadget brought back from the Western Regions, Mo Jiang thought it was beautiful, so he specially brought it back as a gift to the princess. I hope the princess will not dislike it."

The beads were sky blue in color, transparent and smooth, and contained a mysterious brilliance inside. They looked really beautiful.

Shen Qingwen turned around and looked at him, glancing at the beads in his hand. There seemed to be no joy in her expression. She was as calm as a lake without any ripples. She opened her lips and said softly: "Such a rare and beautiful gadget, smell it." General, you should keep it and give it to your future wife later."

Wen Xingren seemed to have not heard anything. He took a step forward and looked directly at Shen Qinghan, and said softly: "I just want to leave a thought for the princess. I just hope that when the princess plays with it, she can occasionally feel it in her heart." Remember the last general."

Shen Qinghan looked at him for a long time, but in the end he still didn't accept it. He just said lightly: "If you hear the general's thoughts, don't put it on Qinghan unnecessarily."

Wen Xingren held the bead in his hand, shook his head with a wry smile, and then squeezed it hard, crushing the bead in his hand. He raised his eyes and looked at Shen Qinghan, with still unbreakable tenderness in his eyes: "Princess Princess If you don't like it, just forget it, I will look for something else another day, and one day you will find what the princess really wants."

When Shen Qinghan saw this, she just shook her head. The corner of her lips curled up and she whispered softly: "Qinghan has already found what she really wants. General Wen, don't be persistent."

After saying that, he ignored him and turned to leave.

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