Looking at his appearance at this moment, Yin Luzhu's pupils shrank slightly, and she quickly stepped forward to help him, "Ji Yanchen! Ji Yanchen!"
She patted his face anxiously and called him as hard as she could.
However, a mouthful of blood slowly seeped out from the corner of Ji Yanchen's mouth.
Yin Luzhu hesitated for a moment in slapping his cheek, and then stopped it completely.
She spent a lot of effort dragging the man back to the bed, and then used cold water to cool his forehead, repeatedly.
After finishing everything, she collapsed tiredly on the edge of the bed.
Looking at the man on the bed, she snorted, "I'm obviously here to seek revenge on you, so you'd better let me take care of him all night."
"You said that you are also a barbarian prime minister after all, but you don't even have anyone to serve you. You might as well have stayed in my palace, Prince Chu Xiang."
"Forget it, you are just a white-eyed wolf and ambitious, so I shouldn't sympathize with you."
As he spoke, Yin Luzhu fell silent.
She looked at Ji Yanchen quietly, looking at the way he closed his eyes tightly, and his lips had a hint of blood, and he looked as handsome as before.
However, this handsome man is the most untrustworthy. He is full of conspiracies and calculations, making it difficult for people to guard against him.
Time passed slowly, and even though Yin Luzhu had a thousand-mile horse traveling thousands of miles at night, she was still exhausted, so she fell asleep with one hand supporting her.
The moonlight is like water, soaking through the window paper of the house and reflecting on Ji Yanchen's face.
But at this moment, his face was as pale as snow, his lips were tightly closed, and his body was shaking slightly involuntarily.
The originally gorgeous silk clothes on his body became messy at this moment. At this moment, his body seemed to be tightly bound by invisible forces, making him unable to move.
His eyes were blurred, and images of Yunjiang's country being subjugated kept flashing through his mind, leaving him with lingering fears.
In this house, the furnishings are luxurious and elegant.
There was a candle flickering on the desk by the window, emitting a faint light.
His consciousness began to blur, as if he had entered an endless darkness. He felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, as if he had turned into a feather, being carried by the wind. His heartbeat was getting slower and slower, as if he could
Hear the sound of your own heartbeat echoing in your ears.
Just when he was about to sink into darkness, a voice suddenly came: "Ji Yanchen!"
The night gradually faded away, and the morning sun shone on the ground through the window, reflecting Ji Yanchen's face as pale as snow, adding a bit of desolation to this silent night.
Ji Yanchen slowly opened his eyes, with the haziness of waking up.
His eyes suddenly fixed on the face of Yin Luzhu beside the bed.
The rising sun shines on her face through the window lattice, reflecting her delicate sleeping face.
Her eyebrows are picturesque, and her slender eyelashes cast a faint shadow in the moonlight. Her nose is small and straight, making people want to touch it gently. Her cherry lips are slightly upturned.
Her long hair is scattered behind her back, like a black silk satin, shining with brilliance.
The candlelight in the room was still swaying, reflecting her sleeping face on the gauze curtain, forming a mottled light and shadow.
The breeze blows, and the gauze flutters gently like a wonderful picture.
Ji Yanchen stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch it.
However, when he was about to touch it, he stopped again and did not dare to touch it.
He thought, this must be a sweet dream of his.
How could she appear here?
Thinking about it, he was still in a dream, but if this was really a dream, he would rather sink into it.