The plague in Weicheng was healed miraculously, and the people all called for a miracle from heaven.
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Familiar pain hovered in his heart, and there was a vague outline in front of his eyes, which was still the clean corner of the snow-colored clothes.
Is it Shen Qingjue
Chu Yanhuan blinked a little sluggishly, and her curled long eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, as if they were about to be covered again soon.
Are you going to faint again just after waking up
There was a wry smile on the girl's pale lips, and her pale fingertips drooped feebly.
Chu Yanhuan knew that it was the law that was repelling her.
The eyes are slowly blurring, and the vision is slowly distorting...
"Yan Huan, wake up."
Holding the shoulders with a pair of slender hands, the other party shook slightly, and the girl's eyes gradually became clear.
After seeing who the other party was, her brows relaxed immediately, and she mumbled coquettishly towards Shen Qingjue: "What are you doing, I'm too sleepy, let me sleep for a while..."
Prime Minister Xueyi curled his lips into a forced smile, picked up the teacup at the side, handed it to Chu Yanhuan's lips, and coaxed softly: "You've been sleeping all afternoon, get up and drink some water."
The girl didn't look back at him, her head was lowered, her long crow-blue hair was scattered on her shoulders and covered her back.
Trembling, Shen Qingjue reached out to shake her, and the girl's body fell limply.
Endless fear filled his heart, and at that moment, Shen Qingjue felt that his heartbeat was about to stop.
The corners of Chu Yanhuan's lips gradually overflowed with traces of blood, one drop or two, on this extremely pale face, it looked more and more strange and coquettish.
The bleak white sets off the enchanting red.
Shen Qingjue pursed her lips, and reached out to wipe the blood on the corner of the girl's lips, but she couldn't wipe it clean, and her snow-white fingertips were stained with blood.
"Yan Huan, Yan Huan, don't scare me..."
"You liar, how long did you say you would accompany me until the end of life..."
He seemed to be stupefied, his delicate pupils shone with fragments of light, and his extremely black pupils were dizzy at the moment.
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That night, the entire hospital staff worked all night before they managed to pull Chu Yanhuan back from the gate of hell.
Shen Qingjue has been standing by her side, clasping her hand tightly.
He could clearly feel it.
Something is slowly breaking apart very clearly. Piece by piece, the warm wreckage still lingers in my heart. It seemed that even the bones were screaming and aching.
…
Barely opened his eyes.
What came oncoming was a bright knife light, and the reflected light almost hurt Chu Yanhuan's eyes.
The knife was aimed straight at her chest.
Chu Yanhuan's pupils shrank, she subconsciously wanted to hide, and then woke up Shen Qingjue who was lying on the side of the couch, the other party's eyes were blurred for a moment, and then became clear in an instant.
Afterwards, Shen Qingjue saw this scene that almost made his eyes go dark.
Before he had time to think, Prime Minister Xueyi reached out and hugged the girl in front of him, and turned his back to the sharp dagger.
Chu Yanhuan's pupils shrank sharply, and his eyes widened because of fear, "No!"
The dagger directly pierced Shen Qingjue's back.
In a rage, the empress slapped the female assassin with all her might, beating her to the brink of death.
Chu Yanhuan supported Shen Qingjue with trembling hands, her pale lips curled up slightly, and she said with some gratitude: "It's okay, it's okay...it's on the right."
It's not the location of the heart, that's good, that's good.
Prime Minister Xueyi bent the corners of his eyes at her, and smiled softly, he reached out and hugged the girl in front of him, and kissed the top of her hair.
"I love you… "
Shen Qingjue never told Chu Yanhuan.
His heart is on the right side.
fair enough…