"Why...why?" Zhao Yue looked at him in disbelief. The master had great medical skills and always loved Xiaobai very much. How could he let him suffer like this this time?
Wuliang layman sighed softly, "Oh, only in this way can his blood be used as the introduction to the twelve medicines!"
"Medicine... medicine introduction?" Zhao Yue repeated in a murmur.
"Yes," Wuliang layman nodded slightly, picked up a handkerchief and wiped his hands, "Master, looking at the current situation, if Twelve wants to survive, he may have to sacrifice Eleven's life."
Zhao Yue felt weak all over, "How could..."
Chang Mu quickly supported him, pulled him aside, picked out the important points, and explained.
The heavy snow is falling, and the light shadows are reflected on the window screen, just like the flying flowers in the morning breeze in spring.
Zhao Yue felt sour in his heart, Xiaobai... can he survive until the spring?
"Zhao Yue..." Xue Ming's weak voice was like falling snow, almost inaudible, but Zhao Yue was a martial arts practitioner and his ears were naturally sharp. He roughly wiped the tears on his face and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Don't... don't tell Rong'er." A drop of cold sweat slipped from Xue Ming's forehead and quietly fell on the tips of the bamboo leaves secretly embroidered on the brocade quilt, just like the rootless leaves remaining among the thin leaves of green bamboo after the rain.
water.
The flowers and leaves spread on the brocade were not afraid of the harsh winter and were still stretched and full of vitality. Zhao Yue watched the tiny water slowly disappear. After a while, he straightened his face and said solemnly: "Xiao Bai, don't worry, I won't tell Xiao Bai."
Junior sister, but," he narrowed his hazy peach blossom eyes slightly, "but if you die, junior sister will definitely come to attend the funeral."
Xue Ming quietly looked at the blue and dark bamboo-patterned tent ceiling, without replying for a long time, "Don't worry, I won't die." As he said that, he curled his pale and delicate lips, "If I die,
If you do, wouldn’t it be an advantage to others?”
Zhao Yue, who had always been careless and careless, felt as if he had eaten a pickled sour plum when he heard this. His mouth was sour all the way to his heart. He tremblingly pulled Xue Mian's limp hand and asked in a trembling voice: "What's the matter?"
Does it hurt?"
He remembered that when he was eight years old, he was whipped twenty times by his father. The pain was so painful that he couldn't eat or sleep for a whole month. Even thinking about it now, he still has lingering fear. At that time, the pain was severe, so he hugged his father's
After smashing the antique vase, and hearing the crisp sound of the porcelain breaking, he felt that the pain was not so bad, but Xiaobai...he was in severe pain all over his body, but could not move. He really couldn't imagine it.
Xue Ming closed her eyes slightly, "Well, it hurts."
"You..." Zhao Yue was dumbfounded for a moment, "Shouldn't you say 'I'm fine, it doesn't hurt anymore'?"
A pure smile bloomed on Xue Ming's pale face, "Zhao Yue, you are not Rong'er. Do I need to act like a hero in front of you?"
Zhao Yue croaked angrily: "Isn't my prince's heart made of flesh? Xiaobai, if you don't bully me for one day, you won't be able to live your life, right?"
"This time I lost half a tank of blood and froze for half a night on the top of the mountain. I almost lost my life."
Want my life?"
Zhao Yue's momentum immediately weakened, "I... um... um..." After saying "hmm" for a long time, he turned back and said, "You bully me again!" "Why... for what?"
Zhao Yue looked at him in disbelief. The master had great medical skills and always loved Xiaobai very much. How could he let him suffer such pain this time?
Wuliang layman sighed softly, "Oh, only in this way can his blood be used as the introduction to the twelve medicines!"
"Medicine... medicine introduction?" Zhao Yue repeated in a murmur.
"Yes," Wuliang layman nodded slightly, picked up a handkerchief and wiped his hands, "Master, looking at the current situation, if Twelve wants to survive, he may have to sacrifice Eleven's life."
Zhao Yue felt weak all over, "How could..."
Chang Mu quickly supported him, pulled him aside, picked out the important points, and explained.
The heavy snow is falling, and the light shadows are reflected on the window screen, just like the flying flowers in the morning breeze in spring.
Zhao Yue felt sour in his heart, Xiaobai... can he survive until the spring?
"Zhao Yue..." Xue Ming's weak voice was like falling snow, almost inaudible, but Zhao Yue was a martial arts practitioner and his ears were naturally sharp. He roughly wiped the tears on his face and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Don't... don't tell Rong'er." A drop of cold sweat slipped from Xue Ming's forehead and quietly fell on the tips of the bamboo leaves secretly embroidered on the brocade quilt, just like the rootless leaves remaining among the thin leaves of green bamboo after the rain.
water.
The flowers and leaves spread on the brocade were not afraid of the harsh winter and were still stretched and full of vitality. Zhao Yue watched the tiny water slowly disappear. After a while, he straightened his face and said solemnly: "Xiao Bai, don't worry, I won't tell Xiao Bai."
Junior sister, but," he narrowed his hazy peach blossom eyes slightly, "but if you die, junior sister will definitely come to attend the funeral."
Xue Ming quietly looked at the blue and dark bamboo-patterned tent ceiling, without replying for a long time, "Don't worry, I won't die." As he said that, he curled his pale and delicate lips, "If I die,
If you do, wouldn’t it be an advantage to others?”
Zhao Yue, who had always been careless and careless, felt as if he had eaten a pickled sour plum when he heard this. His mouth was sour all the way to his heart. He tremblingly pulled Xue Mian's limp hand and asked in a trembling voice: "What's the matter?"
Does it hurt?"
He remembered that when he was eight years old, he was whipped twenty times by his father. The pain was so painful that he couldn't eat or sleep for a whole month. Even thinking about it now, he still has lingering fear. At that time, the pain was severe, so he hugged his father's
After smashing the antique vase, and hearing the crisp sound of the porcelain breaking, he felt that the pain was not so bad, but Xiaobai...he was in severe pain all over his body, but could not move. He really couldn't imagine it.
Xue Ming closed her eyes slightly, "Well, it hurts."
"You..." Zhao Yue was dumbfounded for a moment, "Shouldn't you say 'I'm fine, it doesn't hurt anymore'?"
A pure smile bloomed on Xue Ming's pale face, "Zhao Yue, you are not Rong'er. Do I need to act like a hero in front of you?"
Zhao Yue croaked angrily: "Isn't my prince's heart made of flesh? Xiaobai, if you don't bully me for one day, you won't be able to live your life, right?"
"This time I lost half a tank of blood and froze for half a night on the top of the mountain. I almost lost my life."
Want my life?"
Zhao Yue's momentum immediately weakened, "I... um... um..." After saying "hmm" for a long time, he turned back and said, "You bullied me again!"
