Xiyue felt angry in her chest and swung out her palm. Regardless of whether they could bear it or not, she swept away the crying in the room and left the door. They were all stunned as if they were frightened. They all bit their lips and shut up.
But he still insisted on kneeling outside the palace gate, silently mourning the seventh prince.
…
For two whole hours,
No one spoke or made any move. Mo Qin kept checking the Seventh Prince's pulse, and Xi Yue kept standing next to him, frowning sadly, always feeling that something was wrong.
But at this moment, when she saw Mo Qin's jade palm spread out, light flashed, and there was a sharp little dagger in her hand, Xiyue blinked her eyes, following the sight of his hand, deep fear overflowed from her eyes,
In desperation, he stretched out his hand and tightly grasped Mo Qin's wrist holding the dagger.
Mo Qin's figure was slightly startled, and he slowly raised his head. When his four eyes met, Mo Qin's pale handsome face became more and more fairy-like.
"Brother, what do you want to do?"
In fact, Xiyue thought about what he was going to do, but she frowned, thinking that she couldn't... The operation of caesarean section has only been done by modern high-tech, right?
Mo Qin's eyes welled up with tenderness, knowing that Xiyue also rushed back because of the seventh prince's affairs. She was extremely moved and felt that Xiyue was also a woman with the most passionate love.
She is indeed the only junior sister he recognizes.
He reached out and patted the back of Xiyue's hand, pulled her to sit next to the Seventh Prince, and then held her hand tightly. When Xiyue was surprised, Mo Qin held her hand, and together they gently pressed against the Seventh Prince's jumping
on the chest.
With his sword eyebrows slightly raised, Mo Qinying looked very energetic.
Looking at Xiyue faintly, he motioned her to feel his slow heartbeat. Xiyue nodded, indicating that she could feel it, and then Mo Qin said softly.
"Do you think this heartbeat is real?"
"A person who is not breathing has a heartbeat. Do you think this makes sense?"
The Seventh Prince is not Mo Qin, he does not have such a high level of cultivation, and there is no need for him to fake his death. So... the only thing that makes sense is that someone has done something to it.
"But if senior brother cuts open his heart, will he still be able to survive?"
Mo Qin pursed her thin lips slightly and blinked. Xiyue took a deep breath, stood up and walked to the palace door. She dismissed all the servants and ordered the guards in the palace to surround the palace.
He also created the most powerful double wall soul-eating barrier with Mo Qin.
This kind of barrier, even with combined cultivation, may not be able to break through it.
After winning half a column,
Everyone felt that a ray of light shone down from the sky above the Seventh Prince's Mansion, and then disappeared. The garden, which was still blowing by the breeze, suddenly became so quiet that the birds were silent, and the plants and trees did not move.
"Bath him—"
Mo Qin cast a spell, and clean water and handkerchiefs appeared next to the bed. Xiyue didn't care so much at the moment, and quickly untied the seventh prince's clothes and began to clean his body.
Mo Qinwei sat aside and watched this scene quietly, his eyes full of admiration.
Not being afraid in the face of danger is what a grown-up woman should do.
"Okay, senior brother."
After Xiyue finished speaking softly, Mo Qin saw that the Seventh Prince's chest was now exposed in front of others, and nodded. When he stood up, his majestic appearance was no less than that of a king in the world.
He reached out and gently touched the Seventh Prince's chest, and waved to Xiyue.
"Come here, I will teach you how to perform thoracotomy now. Maybe you will be able to use it when you travel around the world and save the people in the future."