"Shao Kefan, two months have passed and the Protector is still so cold towards Zhao Lian. Look at the good things you have done."
Jian Xin is still angry about this incident. In the past two months, not only has Zhao Lian been unhappy, but she has also been worried about her.
Two months ago, because she was angry about what he had done, she rode Yaka to the wilderness, but was followed by two masked masters in black. There was a big fight. The two wanted to capture her alive, not kill anyone. She used
Puyuan's Ten Styles were evenly matched with the opponent, but at the last moment, he gradually couldn't resist it. Fortunately, he appeared, subdued the two masked men, took them back to the palace and tortured them, and they were tortured to death without saying a word.
From that day on, she knew that since King Di Xi of the Fuyi Kingdom used her to blackmail Shao Kefan, she had become a target that various countries wanted to capture.
In order not to cause trouble to him, she no longer went galloping in the wilderness.
Qin Weiluo went to the wasteland several times but did not see her figure. He returned home disappointed, thinking that she was avoiding him and worried that he would pester her again.
"Why do you care about other people's affairs?" His tone was indifferent, and the monarch of Cang Teng Kingdom looked like it was none of his own business.
"You...why don't you have any conscience? It was you who arranged Zhaolian's residence opposite Fuhan Hall."
"My arrangements are one thing. If she doesn't want to go, I won't force her."
"You've figured out that she likes the protector, right?" Jian Xin gasped, her face turning red from the quarrel.
Shao Kefan looked calm, even indifferent, as if he was listening to something that had nothing to do with him.
"Go and see Zhao Lian! I have a bad feeling." He waved his hand, "I still have some things to deal with."
He never missed what he said. Zhaolian, something will really happen, right?
Jian Xin ran to the door, performed Qing Gong, and headed towards Jie Liu Hall.
The door of Jie Liu Palace was closed, but the outside was not locked. Jian Xin knocked on the door, but no one answered. After pushing hard, she realized that it was locked.
A bad premonition came over her.
"Zhao Lian, I'm Jian Xin, are you in there?"
No one responded.
"Zhaolian, what happened? I can help you."
Still no one responded.
Jian Xin shouted a few more times to no avail, took a few steps back, used her palms to blast open the door.
The scene in front of her shocked her.
Zhao Lian was dressed in purple, lying on the ground on her side. The artery in her left wrist was cut open, and blood spread freely on the ground, surrounding her body. Her lips were white, and her eyes were half-closed, but she stared at them infatuatedly.
Looking at the Fuhan Hall opposite.
"What are you doing?" Jian Xin was anxious and angry. He put his hand on her wrist, sealed the acupuncture points, picked her up, and rushed towards the Fuhan Palace opposite.
"Ah...I'll report it to the guardian." The two servants guarding the door were shocked.
"No need." Jian Xin rushed in, "Qin Weiluo, come out quickly."
It was her voice! The protector put down the book and walked out of the study, only to see her holding Zhao Lian who was covered in blood.
"What's going on?" He was also shocked, "Quickly call Fengyuan Jinlai."
"Yes." A slave ran out quickly.
"She wants to commit suicide." Jian Xin stared at him with tears on her face.
There was a little light in Zhaolian's eyes, and her mouth opened slightly, but she was too weak to say anything.
"Give it to me!" Qin Weiluo took Jian Xin from his arms and walked into the bedroom carefully.
She had never received a hug from him before, but it turned out to be so warm. Zhao Lian's body trembled.
"Why are you so stupid?" Qin Weiluo sighed, gently put her on the bed, held her injured hand in his palm, and there was worry between his brows.
"What if..." She spoke slowly, as silently as a thread, as quietly as a whisper.
"If... I hurt... my... body, I can... get your... care, and I am willing... to suffer... myself."
After finally expressing this sentence, tears flowed down silently.
"Zhao Lian, don't talk. You're too weak." Jian Xin sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled out a strand of hair hanging from her face.
"Zhao Lian, listen to Jian Xin. When your body recovers, I will listen to whatever you want to say." Qin Weiluo felt compassion and called out her name for the first time.
"After all the blood... and all the tears... have been shed, if I don't say anything anymore... I'm afraid... I won't have the chance... to say it again."
Qin Weiluo took a deep look at Jian Xin, all his attachment condensed, making time seem to stand still. This was a farewell look, even though he had been looking for opportunities to tell her: for her, he went to the wilderness several times, but could not see it.
to her shadow.
Jian Xin also knew that he was telling her his choice.
The dust of her love has settled. He has a beauty following him, who will sacrifice her life for his love. What else can she do? She glanced back at him encouragingly, but her heart ached a little.
Qin Weiluo seemed to have made up his mind and kissed Zhao Lian on the forehead.
In Zhaolian's eyes, satisfaction, surprise, and affection were mixed together.
"Doctor Feng has arrived." A servant followed behind Feng Yuanshen and announced.
"The doctor is not polite, please look at her injury." Before the doctor could salute, the protector stood up in a hurry and gave up his position.
"There's nothing to say. I lost too much blood, so I can only have a blood transfusion." Feng Yuanzhen took out a pointed tube, a bandage, and a piece of translucent paper from the medicine box.
He took Zhao Lian and observed it carefully, "Her blood essence can match anyone's, I don't know two people..."
Zhao Lian's blood type is AB, and Jian Xin happens to be AB type as well. Her blood transfusion is the healthiest. The blood type of Hu Zeshi is unknown. Although AB blood type can accept any blood type, it is safest to have matching blood types.
"Loose to me!" Jian Xin took the lead.
"Transfuse mine, the blood she lost for me." Qin Weiluo sat down and rolled up his sleeves.
"But..." Jian Xin was about to say something but he interrupted, "I want to do something for her."
Zhao Lian looked at him quietly, her eyes infinitely tender.
She lost so much blood, if he hadn't hugged her just now, she probably wouldn't be alive today.
Feng Yuanjin tied the protector's wrist with a bandage, inserted one end of the thin tube into his artery, and the other end into the blood vessel of Zhao Lian's uninjured hand, and then placed the protector's hand in a slightly higher position.
Blood poured into Zhao Lian's body continuously.
Fengyuan even anesthetized her injured hand, took out a fine needle and silk thread, put it on, disinfected the needle with alcohol, and then carefully sewed her wound.
Each time the needle penetrated the tender skin, it was as if she was sewing herself, and Jian Xin's wrists felt a little painful.
The protector frowned slightly, stared at her wrist with more and more stitches, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all." Nourished by the blood, Zhao Lian's face became rosy and her voice became slightly louder.
"Protector, please rest assured that the anesthetic used by me will not cause any pain."
Fengyuan kept his eyes on the needle, respectful and confident.
"After she recovers, she will be rewarded in many ways." The guardian looked at the imperial doctor gratefully.
"yes."
"Next time, don't do anything stupid." His eyes shifted to Zhao Lian's face, warning gently.
Zhao Lian stared at him speechlessly, asking her to tell her that she cut her wrists because of the incident. Recalling the scene where King Ling crazily pressed on her, pain, hatred, and humiliation were intertwined, and her brows
Locked tightly, the body twisted a few times.
Feng Yuanjin quickly held down her injured wrist.
"What's wrong? Lie down well and don't delay the treatment." Qin Weiluo wanted to tap her acupuncture points, but he retracted his hand halfway.
Zhao Lian obeyed and remained motionless, but his heart was fluctuating.
In the thin tube, his bright red blood flowed continuously to her body.
After finishing the last stitch, Feng Yuanjin cut off the thread, pulled out the thin tube at the same time, pressed the small needle mouth with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol, and released it after a while.
"General Liu needs to rest and recuperate for at least ten days, take more supplements, and should not be active."
Fengyuan Jin warned while collecting the medicine box, and finally locked the medicine box, "My lord, please leave."
"I will send someone to deliver your reward to your mansion."
"Thank you, Ambassador Huze."
Seeing that she was fine, Jian Xin also said goodbye, "Take good care of Zhaolian, I'll leave first."
Sister, thank you. Just now, I ignored you and I’m really sorry.” Only then did Zhao Lian think that she should thank Jian Xin, blaming herself for being too indulged in the rare gentle countryside.
"It's okay. Your condition is too serious. You almost couldn't protect yourself. Why would I mind."
Jian Xin smiled and comforted Zhao Lian, but when he saw Qin Weiluo's reluctant and nostalgic eyes, he turned around and walked out of the bedroom quickly, leaving behind a sentence.
"I hope the protector will love Zhao Lian well."
Qin Weiluo nodded at her back, and the reluctance slowly disappeared.
Jian Xin stood at the door of Fuhan Hall and did not leave immediately. He just looked at the sky and felt a little emotional.
"If one day I return to my country, you will be my woman." The shadow of affection floated in Shui Jian's eyes, and the wasteland suddenly became ambiguous.
No one knows what will happen in the future, even if it is really impossible for her to agree to him.
"You actually did such a stupid thing. If Jian Xin hadn't discovered it, I might never be able to see you again."
Qin Weiluo gently placed Zhao Lian's hand in his palm and blamed him with concern.
Why did your attitude suddenly change?
Oh, it may be that a look of sympathy is insignificant compared to the cost of life. Besides, one is sympathy and the other is love. She can give that sympathy to anyone, but Zhaolian's life is only to herself. Which is less important?
Which is more important?
Thinking of being raped, Zhao Lian's brows furrowed several times in great pain.
It was impossible for Prince Ling to tell the truth and affect his own reputation. He also threatened the life of her father, Liu Yishi, and she had gotten the love she wanted, but if she told it, she would probably lose it. In this case,
It would be better to hide it. Neither the Prince of Ling nor her would tell it, and it would be impossible for outsiders to know.
When she walked out of the mausoleum's bedroom, the bodies of two maids were lying in the main hall.
"I executed the insider, don't worry." King Ling said coldly.
She returned to Jie Liu Palace in a state of confusion.
"You have always been so indifferent to me, I just couldn't think about it for a moment." Zhaolian came back to his senses and told a lie according to his inner wish.
"Then, I will make it up to you in the future."
"I don't want compensation, I want you to love me." Zhao Lian shook his head resolutely, with pain in his eyes, fearing that he was just guilty and moved.
"Of course, that's what I meant." Qin Weiluo gently picked up her upper body and put her in his arms.
"I have never been so happy." Zhao Lian closed his eyes and felt his heartbeat.
"From now on, you will be so happy every day."
Although it was only two months of cold treatment, the suffering was as long as twenty years. She finally gained that heart at the cost of her life. She was relieved but also a little sad at the same time.
Because another woman's look of sympathy captured his heart, and her two months of imaginary jealousy now turned into envy.
In the past, if she had been raped, she would have suffered silently for a few days at most, but because she fell in love with him, even if he didn't love her, she felt she couldn't explain it.
Was it because of him that she committed suicide? True love was worth it, but she was just an unclean person. How should she explain to him?