Xie Ci held her to her chest and did not allow her hands to move.

so as not to strain the wound on the chest.

Even though.

Her chest was already oozing blood.

"Don't, don't ......"

Seeing that he couldn't struggle, Yuan Changhuan's messy hair stuck to his face, and his leg kicked violently.

Almost kicked to the point of thanks.

Xie Ci held her whole body, his legs pressed against her legs, and there was not a moment of contact with her chest injury.

Yuan Changhuan was still struggling in his arms.

"Here, Doctor Cui is here."

Qingwan ran in panting, followed by Doctor Cui.

At a glance, you can see Yuan Changhuan's situation.

Doctor Cui said decisively, "The princess has a nightmare, so I have to wake her up quickly." ”

As he spoke, Doctor Cui took out the golden needle.

A needle was pricked in Yuan Changhuan's body.

Yuan Changhuan, who was still struggling, quieted down in an instant.

Xie Ci quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, put her on the bed, and asked in a deep voice, "Why does the princess always have nightmares?" ”

"The princess is always a nightmare?" Divine Doctor Cui asked with a frown while instructing Qingwan to change the medicine for Yuan Changhuan.

"It's been a lot of time." Xie Ci raised his eyebrows and pondered, "Since the last time the eldest grandson prince solved the Gu for her, she has started to have continuous nightmares, and these two days have been even worse, and she has nightmares as soon as she sleeps. ”

Doctor Cui touched his beard and shook his head again and again, "No, no, no." ”

It's so wrong.

"When the princess wakes up, the princess can ask the princess what she dreamed about, and you can prescribe the right medicine."

"Maybe it's too much thinking, after all, I think about it every day and dream about it at night."

"A little bit of unraveling, it may be relieved."

After Dr. Cui gave instructions, he left.

Xie Ci looked at Yuan Changhuan's face and was silent for a long time.

Because, vaguely, he heard Qin Lancang's name.

She dreamed of Qin Lancang.

Does it mean that you don't want him to die?

But......

Qin Lancang must die!

The clear and warm eyebrows and eyes of Xie Ci were instantly sharp and cold, and eerie.

Cold fingers stroked her sweat-soaked hair, revealing her delicate little white face.

The tone was gentle and soft, "If he's dead, you won't think about him anymore." ”

Yuan Changhuan, who was originally quiet, seemed to sense the words of thanks, and his fingers twitched suddenly.

Forthwith.

was hugged by the thanksgiving.

Qingwan stood by the screen, the tray in her hand almost unstable.

The cool breeze rattled the windows.

The room is peaceful and cozy.

No one knows, but it's weird.

One day and one night later.

Yuan Changhuan woke up groggily, and his body was already dry.

His voice was hoarse, "Qingwan? ”

"Jade satin?"

But no one came.

Yuan Changhuan propped his arms on the bed and tried to sit up.

Immediately he was held by a pair of cold big hands, "Where do you want to go?" ”

The voice was as cold as the hands.

Yuan Changhuan turned his head mechanically, and then saw that there was a man lying on the other side of the bed, and it was a male god covered in frost, especially those eyes, which were like wind and snow.

It's cold to the bone.

"Thank you?"

Xie Ci heard her questioning tone and smiled coldly, "There is no amnesia this time, not bad." ”

"I'm hungry." Touching his stomach, Yuan Changhuan opened his mouth softly.

If it had been before, Yuan Changhuan would have said this, and he would have asked people to get food a long time ago, this time......

Xie Ci answered lazily, and closed his eyes again, "Hungry." ”

Yuan Changhuan was so angry by his attitude that his heart hurt, he covered the painful wound, cleared his throat, and shouted, "Qingwan! ”