When the hairpin was pulled out, a string of blood froth came out, as quickly as a shadow...
King Jing almost stared open.
Reminds me of what he once said...
"stop!"
He rushed over in a hurry to snatch the hairpin from his hand, but he was still a step too late.
The hairpin was stabbed down fiercely by its owner without hesitation.
There was a "poof".
"Ah!" Gu Jiucheng screamed, his face was so painful that his face was almost contorted. He sat down on the ground in pain, looked at the dark red blood oozing from between his legs, and stared frantically and ferociously at King Jing who rushed over.
King Jing's face was green, and his cheeks were trembling with anger, "You!"
He glared at him bitterly, and finally couldn't help it, raised his hand and slapped him fiercely in the face, "Naughty beast!"
Gu Jiucheng was thrown to the ground by his unreserved slap, his whole body curled up like a shrimp in pain, but his eyes smiled happily at him, like crazy.
Seeing his ruthless attack, Bo Wanghou quickly strode forward with a sullen face, "Brother Lin, don't worry, see a doctor first, maybe there is still help!"
King Jing came back to his senses and calmed down a little, "Yes, find the doctor quickly, doctor!"
While he was speaking, he hurriedly walked up to the tired woman with blood gurgling from her heart, and raised his hand to test her breath. Seeing that she was still breathing weakly, he felt a little reassured, "This one can still be saved, take it back carefully!"
Anyway, they have been lingering day and night for a long time, what if this woman is pregnant by luck
Gu Jiucheng curled up on the ground, struggled weakly a few times, was carefully picked up by the servants of the Bowanghou Mansion, and sent into the room together with the woman.
The doctor arrived in a hurry.
To show importance, two of the most skilled doctors in the Hou Mansion were invited over, one to see Gu Jiucheng, and the other to see the woman whose chest was bleeding profusely.
An older and more experienced doctor was assigned to show Gu Jiucheng. He first had Gu Jiucheng's trousers taken off and checked carefully.
Gu Jiucheng was almost tied up on the bed by five flowers. Hearing this, a smug smile appeared on his pale face. He didn't speak, and just looked at King Jing with such pride and sarcasm.
King Jing's face suddenly became even uglier. If his eyes were arrows, Gu Jiucheng would have been turned into a hedgehog by him.
His heart was full of anger, and he almost killed his parents and children impulsively. He kept panting, and said several times in his heart about his own, his own. At any rate, he controlled his temper and walked to the other side of the room patiently.
Fortunately, the fertile woman he had chosen out of thousands was barely saved by the doctor.
"Lord Hou, Mr. Lin."
He cupped his hands at the two of them, "This girl has lost a lot of blood, she needs to be kept alive, otherwise I'm afraid that the root cause of the disease will be left in her body..."
King Jing interrupted him impatiently, and said in a rough voice, "I ask you, when will you know if she is pregnant?"
The doctor was obviously stunned, and it took a long while before he replied with a smile, "It will be out eight to ten days after intercourse. If the body is weaker, it may take more time to check the pulse..."
What he said was extremely conservative, King Jing frowned after hearing this, and felt even more irritable when he thought of waiting for so many days.
"Okay, then you can prescribe some prescriptions to make up for her body, and then take her pulse to see if she is pregnant..."
King Jing Yuezu acted on his behalf and ordered directly.
The doctor subconsciously went to see Bowanghou, but Bowanghou was not angry, but added a thoughtful sentence, "You have to pay more attention to Mr. Lin, lest he go crazy again, which is not good for this girl..."
"Yeah!"
When King Jing thought of Gu Jiuzheng, his teeth itch with hatred, and regardless of his curses, he was locked away from this brothel girl called Wan Niang, one in the east and the other in the west, as far as he could.
Gu Jiuxiao was not aware of the farce in the Bowanghou Mansion.
After he failed to save people, after leaving Bowanghou's mansion, he immediately searched for an opportunity to leave the imperial court, followed the mark left by Xiao Ding, and carefully touched it.
And because of Gentiana Qin's eye disease, and because he had to wait for Gu Jiuxiao, Xiao Ding persuaded Gentiana Qin to stay in the cave.
This cave is very hidden, and there are few people around, almost no one will come here.
Xiaoding left Qin Gentiana and Dabaihu in the cave with peace of mind. Before dawn, he went to a remote town to inquire about news.
When Gentiana Qin was sleeping in a daze in the early morning, he heard something, like someone whimpering softly, like a mournful cry blocked in his throat, which made people's heart twitch for no reason.
She slowly sat up from Long Yahu's back, Long Ya was in a deep sleep, and didn't notice that she woke up at all.
Although Qin Gentiana can't see things with her eyes temporarily, she cleverly found a way to help her "see things."
She found that after her wood-type abilities were upgraded, she could be very keenly aware of creatures with energy around her, such as flowers, plants, trees, water, and fire...
Qin Gentian was a little concerned about the sympathetic sobs. After making sure that she had enough energy to avoid danger, she used her supernatural ability to accurately avoid some obstacles, and walked slowly towards her destination.
It was a valley full of flowers, and Lianhua's white robes had long been stained with dew, mud, and blood. He knelt on the ground and dug the soil with his hands in silence. He dug for almost the whole night. There was a deep pit that could be placed by one person visible to the naked eye. His hands and fingers were already dripping with blood, mixed with the soil and almost clumped.
Trembling, he carried the old monk into the pit, and silently threw the soil on top of the corpse, until the soil completely buried the old monk, Lianhua staggered to his feet, took out a half-wet wooden board, and wrote stroke by stroke with his blood-stained fingers—Master Mingde's Tomb.
Gentiana Qin paused on his way to the valley, and seemed to smell a bit of an alluring aroma of blood at the tip of his nose.
The living grass in the heart began to move around, constantly urging her to move forward.
Qin Gentiana's heart moved slightly. Could it be that the person who suppressed the crying just now was King Ding Gu Jiuxiao
She stepped forward slowly, and the branches lying beside her feet dispersed automatically, sweeping out an unobstructed path for her.
Was he so sad because the person he was trying to save had an accident
With these thoughts in mind, Gentiana Qin slowly walked up to Lianhua following the increasingly intense scent of blood on the tip of her nose.
Lianhua slowly raised her head to look at her, her eyes narrowed slightly, the fragility was clearly visible in the eyes that were once clear as the bright moon.
He forced a smile, and opened his mouth to say hello, but he saw that Gentiana Qin had half-kneeled in front of him, groping to touch his bloody fingers, with clearly visible tenderness and pity flashing across his face, and said softly, "Are you hurt?"
"Are you sad?"
She carefully held his fingertips and got up, "Did Kang Wang have an accident? I was very sad to hear you cry just now."
Lianhua let her lead him in a daze, like an obedient puppet, she led him to the stream in the valley.
He looked at her strangely, although her movements were slow, she walked freely in the valley, she didn't look like she was blind at all, but she couldn't see her eyes at all, and even recognized herself as someone else.
Lianhua pursed her lips, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, she couldn't say anything, he mechanically let her lead her to the stream, she squatted down holding his hand, stretched out her hand, and Lianhua squatted down along with him.
Gentiana Qin took out a handkerchief from his arms, wet it with water, and fumbled to wipe his fingers.
Every finger was wiped by her meticulously and carefully.
The ten fingers connected to the heart, and the wound on the fingertips touched the water, which should be twisted and hideous by the painful person, but Lianhua resisted it, and refused to let out a groan of pain, but Qin Gentian was still keenly aware that his breathing was disordered.
The hand in the palm has been trembling slightly, as if it is not controlled by the master.
She sighed softly, feeling that Prince Ding might be very fragile now, somehow it reminded her of Xiao Jiu, a lonely and helpless young man in the cold palace, her heart softened, she couldn't help but gently leaned over, and gently blew on the injured finger, imitating the tone of grandpa coaxing herself, and said softly, "Blow, the pain will fly away."
After she finished speaking, she felt that she was a little naive, so she coughed involuntarily, smiled and raised her head, followed the direction where he would probably be, and said softly, "People who care about you definitely don't want to see you so sad."
Lianhua stared at her blankly, only felt that the pain in the fingertips that had been blown by the wind seemed to have really disappeared, and then it was densely itchy, he withdrew his hand in a little panic, and took a step back silently.
Qin Gentian finally felt something was wrong at this time, she raised her eyebrows in doubt, "Why don't you talk?"
Lianhua was keenly aware of the change in her attitude, he took a step back a little uncomfortable, and found that after feeling the tenderness of this person, he couldn't accept this person's indifference at all.
He hesitated for a moment, took a step forward and grabbed her hand, and his fingertips fell on her palm. He couldn't say anything, so he wanted to use words instead. He raised his hand and began to write on her palm.
Lianhua was stunned.
When the warmth wrapped around his fingertips, he even trembled in his heart.
He hesitated for a while, and was finally captured by the warmth that broke in when he was most vulnerable. For a moment, he forgot the Buddha's prophecy, gently spread her palm, and slowly wrote six words in her palm—only temporarily lost his voice.