The summer night is still as quiet as before. Under the quiet moonlight, you can occasionally hear a few slight cicadas. A warm wind blows by gently, and the dense leaves immediately make a rustling sound.
However, in a small hut set against the shadows of the trees, it is very different from the scene outside the house.
The pungent smell of blood drifted in the air, and the blood-filled water changed into pots one after another. A thin face was as pale as paper, her smooth forehead was covered with sweat, and her eyelashes that were as long as butterflies wings were trembling slightly
Then, there were spots of shadows on the eyelids.
His white wrist was full of silver needles, and at this time Ye Hua seemed to be quite like a hedgehog.
Hua Xuanji had long forgotten the entanglement between Ye Hua and herself. The sweat beads on her smooth forehead were no less than Ye Hua. She looked at Ye Hua, then looked at the prophet who was serious about the needle and asked anxiously.
He said, "Old Master, he is fine."
"I want to call me the emperor, but I want to call me the emperor." The prophet returned to his usual chattering: "I have said it many times, why are you still so big or small? Be careful of me, no, be careful that I will punish you for your crime.
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"Ah, okay, old master, Ye Hua is fine." Hua Xuanji swore that he was definitely not intentional, and it could be seen from the anxious gaze in her eyes.
The prophet murmured towards Hua Xuanji childishly: "Is he lucky and lucky? He can't die yet. Moreover, his desire to survive is so great, it's absolutely fine, it's just..."
"It's just something, old master, why do you talk one after another? It's heartbreaking."
"Call me, mad, call me, my emperor." The prophet muttered dissatisfiedly: "You don't let me say it."
He raised his head and saw that Hua Xuanji was still angry. He quickly reached out to block his mouth and said repeatedly, "It's just that he has lost too much blood and his body is very weak. If possible, he will try not to fluctuate his emotions."
After he finished speaking in one breath, the prophet let go of his hand, pulled out all the needles and added: "Try not to talk too much, don't disturb him, but when he wakes up, don't let him sleep and lie until tomorrow morning
, it should be fine."
As he said that, he grabbed the medicine bag in his hand under his armpit and quickly left the hut.
While he was still resentful, he said: "It's obvious that they are all the emperors, but they still use them like this. It's true, ah."
Suddenly, the figure in front of him was hit hard. The prophet master was so angry that he had no place to scatter. He rubbed his injured head and danced with his hands and said, "Who, I don't know how to get my eyes when I walk. I am the emperor. Oh, I am
Your Majesty, hitting you to death is not enough to kill you ten heads.”
The prophet is the kind of introverted and sexy, cold on the outside and hot on the inside. He always acts calmly when encountering major events. However, in the eyes of Hua Xuanji and the others, he is just an old man who jumps up and talks too much.
The prophet actually wanted to say something, but when he saw the person in front of him and his expression, he stopped.
Looking at Yu Wuxia's dim gaze, the prophet looked at him. When he saw the Hua Xuanji who was busy with Ye Hua, he sighed deeply and patted Yu Wuxia's shoulder.
road:
"Actually, there are opportunities for so many years. Even if Hua Xuanji loves Yehua again, if you do enough to touch her, she will accept you."
Suddenly, I patted my head as if I remembered something, "Ah yes, you actually did a lot for her, but what's the use?"
What Yu Wuxia has done for Hua Xuanji for so many years is actually endless to talk about for three days and three nights.
Just say that for Hua Xuanji's injury, he climbed to the top of the mountain every morning to pick the first sunny flower with snow in the morning.
He didn't say anything, but he almost fell a few times every time he was afraid that the flowers would wither.
But he never asks for merit, maybe he is just that kind of person.
Just like the knight that every princess expects, there is no white horse, but has a wide enough chest to rely on when she is injured and exhausted.
But when she was happy, she slowly retreated behind her.
Although Ye Hua and Yu Wuxia are both children of prophet masters, Yu Wuxia is the prophet master who has seen him since childhood.
So he didn't want this stupid child to be injured from the bottom of his heart.
The eyes turned slightly, and the prophet turned around as if he remembered something, stuffed the medicine box in his hand into Yu Wuxia's hand, and said lightly, "I suddenly remembered something that didn't say to Hua Xuanji, "You can help the medicine box."
I'll send it over."
As he said that, he walked towards Hua Xuanji's room with great strides.
It happened that a little palace maid came over with a few plates of food.
The prophet's eyes rolled and he said to the little palace maid.
: "Give me the food, I'll bring it in."
"Oh, the emperor is lucky." The little palace maid was thinking about something else just now, and did not notice the prophet's entry.
However, the prophet master of the little palace maid was very helpful and nodded heavily. The prophet master set up a secret message and said to the little palace maid in a deep voice:
"Okay OK, you go down."
"No." The little palace maid responded timidly, turned around and ran away, like a little white rabbit who saw a wolf.
"Is I that scary?" The prophet murmured to himself.
He quickly walked aside, put the food he had taken from the little palace maid on the stone table, and pulled out a bag of white powder from his sleeve.
Yehua's burn slowly subsided. Hua Xuanji took the hot handkerchief and washed it in the basin and put it on Yehua's head again.
"Oh my little ancestor. You can run slowly."
"No, I'm going to be quick, I want my mother, I want my mother."
Suddenly, Qi'er's voice came from afar, and Hua Xuanji was shocked that she really forgot to take care of Qi'er because of Ye Hua's relationship.
He quickly pulled the door open, held Qi'er into his arms, and reached out to rub his soft little hair.
"Miss." Qingge looked at Hua Xuanji with embarrassment and said embarrassedly: "Qingge didn't want to disturb the lady and the prince to rest, but, this little guy is really..."
"I don't blame you." Hua Xuanji looked up at Qingge and smiled warmly, "It's me that I'm too busy overlooking Qi'er."
"Mom." Qi'er comfortably placed her little head on Hua Xuanji's shoulder, and said in a somewhat aggrieved voice, "Qi'er thought her mother didn't want Qi'er anymore."
"How could it be?" Hua Xuanji kissed Qi'er's teddy face in a doting way: "Qi'er is my mother's big baby, why would she not want Qi'er? Be good, mother is very important
Things to do.”
"What's the matter?" Qi'er turned his eyes big, "Is it true that Qingge's godmother said that her mother was taking care of her father? Qi'er wants to see her father, Qi'er wants to see her father!"
"Qingge." Hua Xuanji looked at Qingge with some resentment, after the child's accident disappeared last time.
Hua Xuanji felt a shadow left in her heart. She actually didn't want to tell Qier Yehua that was his father, but...
"Oh, Miss, you're so careless. Now the overall situation has been decided. I don't think he's going to deal with Miss's children anymore, right? What's more, it's his children."
"I don't know what to say, Hua Xuanji shook her head helplessly." Fu lowered his body and carried Qi'er into his arms, reached out to hang up Qi'er's little nose. "Don't listen to your godmother's nonsense, you forgot your mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother'
Did you tell me? Qier, your father is far away."
"Who said his dad was far away? Ahem"
Yehua's voice was still a little hoarse, as if it was rolling over the sand, with unprecedented fatigue, but he forced himself to sit up and opened his hand to Qi'er: "Come on, Qi'er, your father
Here, come and let your dad hug you."
Qi'er kneaded Hua Xuanji's collar without knowing the sensation, and inserted her waist and said angrily: "You are lying to me, you are not my father, you are that bad uncle."
"God." Ye Huaqiang smiled, but it came from the heart. "Hua Xuanji, how did you teach your son, which made him even disapprove of his father. Hua Xuanji opened his eyes in disbelief.
: "You know everything?"
"What else?" The cold and thin eyes narrowed slightly, and indeed had a gentle smile: "You are so cruel, how long will you hide it from me?"
"You are the cruel person, not me." Hua Xuanji smiled bitterly! "Yehua, what do you want? Don't treat me well? Do you know that feeling of being knives by your lover?
How painful?”
"Xuan Ji. Cough cough" Ye Hua coughed a few times with difficulty, "Can you tell me what happened? There must be a misunderstanding in this."
Ye Hua said a little anxiously, and a touch of blood overflowed on the corner of his lips.
"Miss." Qingge really couldn't stand it. The two of them who obviously loved each other and tortured each other like this, and hurriedly advised: "Maybe there is really a misunderstanding between you, or I'm talking about it."
Seeing that Hua Xuanji was not speaking for a long time, Qingge couldn't help but walk forward: "Four years ago, you cut into the lady's belly in the military camp, causing her to almost have an abortion. Then when the lady woke up, you
He pressed me step by step, shot me to death with a bow and arrow, and forced the lady off the cliff again! Wasn't this what you did?"
"How could it be!" Ye Hua supported the bed with his hands and coughed hard. "Four years ago, I received a letter from the Emperor Mo and rushed out. Unexpectedly, I was surrounded halfway and waited for me to arrive.
, there has been a ruin."
Ye Hua paused, with big drops of sweat left on his pale face, and his chest was fluctuating violently.
"It is even more impossible to press forward step by step. After it became ruins there, I received the emperor's secret letter and returned to the palace. And."
Ye Hua's eyes suddenly widened: "Almost everyone in the palace knew that I was injured by a bow and arrow when I was a child, and since then I had an inexplicable fear of the bow and arrow, and I couldn't even pull the bow open."
Maybe it was because Ye Hua was so excited that after saying the last word, a smell of blood and blood gushed out without warning.
The entire bed was dyed red, and the dazzling and bright dark red flowers bloomed like mandala...