Long Zaitian glanced at his daughter, sighed softly, and said to Long Lijin, "Take Momo down first!"
He was afraid that she wouldn't be able to bear it.
"No, I won't leave, let me guard him!" Long Momo broke away from Long Lijin, threw himself to the bed, and grabbed Feng Yichen's cold hands.
Long Lijin felt empty in her heart, and there was a dull pain in her chest.
Long Momo couldn't believe it. Just now, they were sitting by the bed and chatting. In just a moment, he became like this, lying on the bed, lifeless.
It's all her fault. If he hadn't saved her, how could he have changed from a healthy person to what he is now.
Seeing her insistence, Long Zaitian didn't say anything. He just increased the speed of his hands and continued to stop Feng Yichen's bleeding and heal his injuries.
Now Feng Yichen is simply a bloody man, but his face is still pale, and even his breathing is weak, as if the next moment, he no longer has the strength to maintain this simple movement.
Long silently held his hand, closed his eyes tightly, and kept praying in his heart.
God, as long as you don't take him away this time, I would rather shorten my life to repay you. It doesn't matter how many years it takes, as long as I let him live.
The imperial doctors hurriedly arrived. They took over from Long Zaitian and Heiyi and continued to treat Feng Yichen's injuries.
Long Zaitian wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had already fed him life-saving elixirs, hoping to save his life.
Long Momo was still kneeling in front of the bed, silently praying for him, until his injuries were treated and the doctors had retreated and began to study the prescription. Her eyes still did not open.
"Mo Mo, let someone help him put on clean clothes first!" Long Zaitian patted her shoulder with his big hand and said softly. He could understand his daughter's current mood.
Long Momo slowly opened his eyes and stood up from the ground, "I'll do it!"
She turned around, walked to the copper basin, twisted a towel, and returned to the bed again.
She didn't ask anything, just wiped his body gently.
"Momo, Yichen, he..."
"He'll be fine!" Long Momo didn't raise his head, but his voice was extremely firm.
"You should take good care of him. Father is going back first!" Long Lijin looked at her daughter with a determined face and said nothing more.
The imperial doctor said that he was too seriously injured and whether he could survive or not depended on God's will. After all, he did not have the heart to say these words.
Long Momo wiped the blood on his body over and over again. She didn't know how many basins of water had been changed before he was cleaned up.
She gently covered him with a quilt, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at his almost transparent face, tears falling down her cheeks.
He was so weak that he seemed to disappear from her at any time, just like a gust of wind could blow him away.
She stood up eagerly and closed the doors and windows. Only in this way would her heart feel more stable.
Heiyi stood aside, watching her busy figure, and remained silent.
Although he was angry with her and hated her, he knew that Feng Yichen wanted to be taken care of by her, so he couldn't drive her away.
He clenched the sword in his hand and said silently to Long sitting beside the bed, "The emperor will give it to you first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and exited the room. He wanted to see who it was that dared to attack the emperor and the princess.
In the dark dungeon, the man in black was tied to a wooden frame, and the guards were beating him with whips.
Now he also wants to die happily like other people, but he can't get his wish.
When Hei Yi walked into the cell, unexpectedly, Long Zaitian was also in the cell.
He was very grateful that he had saved Feng Yichen just now, so he saluted him and said, "See the Dragon Emperor!"
Long Zaitian saw that he was dressed in black and smiled at him, "Black guard, there is no need to be polite!"
"The black guard wants to interrogate the mastermind behind Yichen's assassination!"
"Yes!" Hei Yi nodded.
"I already asked you just now!"
"Then I would like to ask Dragon Emperor, who ordered these people to assassinate." Hei Yi was surprised in his heart. These men in black looked like dead soldiers. How could they confess so quickly, but his face did not show any trace of it.
Questions, just asked calmly.
"It's the Queen Mother of Feng Kingdom, Helian Qianyu!"
His words shocked Heiyi's body, and the doubts in his heart were eliminated. It was that vicious woman. The master and the princess had already left Feng Country, but she still refused to let them go.
It seems that it is time for her to know the strength of Mo Chen Country.
Feng Yichen still didn't wake up, and Long Momo stayed by his bed, taking care of everything about him.
Hey, I'm sorry, I really can't leave him to find you now, forgive me.
Ten days later, Feng Yichen opened his dark jade eyes and saw Long Mo Mo standing by his side.
"Mom!" He called softly, his perfect lips gently twitching and forming a beautiful arc.
"You finally woke up!" Long Momo's watery eyes were full of excitement.
Feng Yichen wanted to reach out and touch her, but he pulled the wound on his body. His beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he walked around the gate of hell again.
"Don't move, your injury is not healed yet!" She held his hand nervously, her face full of worry.
"Thank you for not abandoning me!" He looked at her with a smile, and did not struggle anymore, but quietly felt the warmth from her palms.
If he didn't see her when he woke up this time, he didn't know if he could survive.
His words left Long speechless, and they just looked at each other quietly.
"I remember that you promised to marry me!" Feng Yichen recalled the promise she made to him when he was injured. As long as he didn't die, she would marry him. So now that he is alive, she can still abide by that promise.
Promise?
A trace of panic flashed in Long Momo's eyes. She lowered her head, and a thin layer of sweat formed on her nervous palms.
"Forget it, I don't want you to be in trouble, just go away!" Feng Yichen withdrew his hand in disappointment, the wound on his body was torn, and the blood stained his clothes red again.
He couldn't help coughing. His body hadn't recovered well, and with this serious injury, his body was too weak to withstand even a slight movement. Even a small movement could kill him.
.
He is as fragile as a fragile doll.
Long bit his lip silently, closed his eyes gently, took a few deep breaths, and when he opened them again, he looked at him firmly, "I want to marry you!"
After hearing her words, Feng Yichen felt a hot flame ignite in his chest, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.
