It felt like my heart was suddenly torn apart. I saw her fall with my own eyes. I was the one who hurt her, I hurt her with my own hands.
He hugged her with trembling hands: "Fangfei...little thing, I will never use you as a sacrifice again, and I don't want you to go to the temple, as long as you don't die..."
The man in his arms had his eyes closed tightly, his face was scratched by sand and stones, and he fell into a complete coma.
A guard with some knowledge of medicine stepped forward and grabbed her hand, felt for her pulse, and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, she is not dead yet..."
Luo Jia was overjoyed, picked her up and ran: "Quick, find the best famous doctor in Rouran country, we must save her."
In the cabin.
After a lot of work, the two doctors left and the room became completely quiet.
The person on the bed was still unconscious due to a head injury. His hands and face were covered with ointment, and some of the injured areas were even wrapped with bandages, like a shapeless mummy.
A guard came in: "Your Majesty, you have worked hard for so long, go and have a rest..."
Luo Jia waved his hand: "Step back and don't bother me again."
The guards had no choice but to retreat.
He sat down by the bed, picked up the soft hand, and his heart that had been hanging for a long time finally relaxed slightly: "My Fangfei, wake up quickly, open your eyes and look at me. As long as you survive, I will
I will never punish you again..."
The chipped red lips showed a pitiful paleness. He lowered his head, gently touched the poor red lips, and whispered: "My Fangfei, wake up quickly, I still want to listen to you."
Tell many stories.”
He thought for a moment and saw that the time agreed with the psychic priest had come, and immediately made a decision. He immediately took her away without waiting for her to wake up.
Gao Miao asked: "Your Majesty, would you like to pack some things for her?"
He looked around the room. He could see everything inside and outside, except for herbs, there were herbs.
"Pack all these things and bring them all into the capital."
"yes."
"Leave five hundred taels of silver for Aunt Fu to support her in her old age."
"yes."
Everyone started immediately and packed everything in the house quickly. Poor Fang Fei was still in a coma, and she didn't know that her entire house had been moved completely empty.