404. Chapter 404 A touch of tenderness from the prince
Without any pause, Murong Xitian flew onto the car and got into the carriage.
The carriage was as warm as spring, and the charcoal fire in the stove was burning brightly and red. Occasionally there was a "crackling" sound and a trace of sparks flying.
Murong Xitian put Xia Ziluo in the car, picked up the large ginger-yellow koi and brocade pillow and put it under her head, and then covered her with a thin gold quilt with a bright red background and red phoenix and chaoyang.
After settling her down, Murong Xicai whispered: "Let's go back home."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The coachman's voice was also very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing the princess.
Then there was the sound of horse whips, and the carriage started to move slowly, and the sound of wheels sounded one after another on the road that was still covered with thin ice.
At this time, Murong Xi had time to take a good look at Xia Ziluo.
The candles in the carriage were brightly lit and he could see clearly. At this sight, he couldn't help but frown.
Xia Ziluo's face and body were stained with blood in many places. Especially the blush between her eyebrows was so eye-catching that it made his heart skip a beat and his heart contract violently.
Could it be that she was injured?
"Are you injured?" Murong Xitian soaked the towel and wiped Xia Ziluo's face.
He moved very gently and carefully, fearing that he might accidentally hurt her if she got hurt.
"I...I...a lot of blood." Xia Ziluo was still in extreme panic at this moment. Even in such a warm environment and covered with a quilt, she was still cold all over.
Moreover, her body continued to tremble, and even her teeth were chattering slightly.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's safe." Murong Xitian carefully wiped her face clean and found no wounds. But her face was very cold, as if there was no warmth at all.
His heart, which had just been relieved, was rising again. The imperial doctor had warned her not to let her body catch a cold. But looking at her current appearance, the situation was not good.
Murong Xitian frowned, wrapped the quilt tightly around her, and said worriedly: "Your body is very cold, do you want a sip of tea?"
Xia Ziluo shook his head gently.
Her breathing, eyes, mouth... all her senses were still filled with the color and taste of blood. It was terrible, very terrible. This feeling was even more disgusting and terrifying than watching the legendary horror ****.
It's too real, too cruel... How can life be so fragile?
Xia Ziluo's face turned pale, and even his usually red lips had completely lost their color, making them horribly pale.
The more Murong Xitian looked at her, the more distressed he felt. He couldn't help but reach out his hand and caress her head gently: "When you are tired, close your eyes and sleep. When you wake up, you will forget all those terrible things."
"Really...will you forget?" Xia Ziluo's somewhat dull eyes slowly moved, and finally fell on Murong Xitian's face.
Murong Xitian's hand came to her cheek, gently held her face, looked at her lovingly and said: "Believe me, everything will pass."
His generous palms were so warm, and the heat spread from his cheeks, and Xia Ziluo felt inexplicably relieved.
She couldn't help but stretched out her hand and held his hand holding her face. When the two hands were stacked together, Xia Ziluo looked into Murong Xitian's eyes: "Well... I want to forget it, and don't remember it anymore.
"
She would forget those horrific scenes, those dead people, and the blood all over the ground!
"Okay." Murong Xitian looked back at her tenderly. Without any pause, Murong Xitian flew onto the car and got into the car.
The carriage was as warm as spring, and the charcoal fire in the stove was burning brightly and red. Occasionally there was a "crackling" sound and a trace of sparks flying.
Murong Xitian put Xia Ziluo in the car, picked up the large ginger-yellow koi and brocade pillow and put it under her head, and then covered her with a thin gold quilt with a bright red background and red phoenix and chaoyang.
After settling her down, Murong Xicai whispered: "Let's go back home."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The coachman's voice was also very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing the princess.
Then there was the sound of horse whips, and the carriage started to move slowly, and the sound of wheels sounded one after another on the road that was still covered with thin ice.
At this time, Murong Xi had time to take a good look at Xia Ziluo.
The candles in the carriage were brightly lit and he could see clearly. At this sight, he couldn't help but frown.
Xia Ziluo's face and body were stained with blood in many places. Especially the blush between her eyebrows was so eye-catching that it made his heart skip a beat and his heart contract violently.
Could it be that she was injured?
"Are you injured?" Murong Xitian soaked the towel and wiped Xia Ziluo's face.
He moved very gently and carefully, fearing that he might accidentally hurt her if she got hurt.
"I...I...a lot of blood." Xia Ziluo was still in extreme panic at this moment. Even in such a warm environment and covered with a quilt, she was still cold all over.
Moreover, her body continued to tremble, and even her teeth were chattering slightly.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's safe." Murong Xitian carefully wiped her face clean and found no wounds. But her face was very cold, as if there was no warmth at all.
His heart, which had just been relieved, was rising again. The imperial doctor had warned her not to let her body catch a cold. But looking at her current appearance, the situation was not good.
Murong Xitian frowned, wrapped the quilt tightly around her, and said worriedly: "Your body is very cold, do you want a sip of tea?"
Xia Ziluo shook his head gently.
Her breathing, eyes, mouth... all her senses were still filled with the color and taste of blood. It was terrible, very terrible. This feeling was even more disgusting and terrifying than watching the legendary horror ****.
It's too real, too cruel... How can life be so fragile?
Xia Ziluo's face turned pale, and even his usually red lips had completely lost their color, making them horribly pale.
The more Murong Xitian looked at her, the more distressed he felt. He couldn't help but reach out his hand and caress her head gently: "When you are tired, close your eyes and sleep. When you wake up, you will forget all those terrible things."
"Really...will you forget?" Xia Ziluo's somewhat dull eyes slowly moved, and finally fell on Murong Xitian's face.
Murong Xitian's hand came to her cheek, gently held her face, looked at her lovingly and said: "Believe me, everything will pass."
His generous palms were so warm, and the heat spread from his cheeks, and Xia Ziluo felt inexplicably relieved.
She couldn't help but stretched out her hand and held his hand holding her face. When the two hands were stacked together, Xia Ziluo looked into Murong Xitian's eyes: "Well... I want to forget it, and don't remember it anymore.
"
She would forget those horrific scenes, those dead people, and the blood all over the ground!
