Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Zhou said softly: "In this life, Ruoer will be content to have my cousin accompany her like this."

Doctor Wen laughed cheerfully, put his arms around Zhou's delicate body, and walked towards the bed with her in his arms...

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Ming Palace

The drizzle is falling, the cold is getting thicker,

On the eaves, swords and sabers flashed and shone.

Silk threads flutter, blood splatters,

The silver charcoal glowed with fiery red light, emitting warmth, making the room as warm as spring.

The man in brocade clothes was lying on the bed, his face pale, his hand on his chin, coughing slightly, in his hand was an old military book with only a few pages left.

"crunch"

The door opened and a gust of cold wind blew in.

He said calmly: "Cold rain hurts your body. After the fight, go back and change your clothes before coming back."

Seeing no response for a long time, he raised his eyes and looked out the door, his eyes filled with a layer of deep surprise.

Yang Susu closed the door casually and shook off the raindrops falling on her cloak: "Did His Majesty Ming Wang know that I would come?"

Jun Yichen looked at the Su Jin Blue Butterfly dress he had given her. She looked so beautiful. He couldn't help but smile: "I don't know."

Yang Susu was puzzled: "The security of the Ming Palace is too lax. Wangyou brought me here without any hindrance."

Jun Yichen knew in his heart that Qingzhou might have taken the initiative to open a backdoor for her. The security of the Ming Palace was the most strict in the entire Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

He lowered his chin with his hand, coughed a few times, and said in a gentle voice: "Why did Miss Yang San come to the Ming Palace? The three-day deadline for diagnosing the Queen Mother's pulse has not yet arrived."

Yang Susu nodded, looking at the sharp-edged, stunning face, she smiled and said: "I am here to treat His Majesty the King of Ming."

She took off her cold cloak, put it aside, and walked towards him step by step: "Your Highness Ming Wang knows a lot about me and has saved me many times. I am very grateful. I should have treated you earlier, but it has been delayed until today. It's not that I am cold-blooded, but I have been confused by hatred."

She sat beside the bed, and the tip of her nose smelled the scent of his medicine, accompanied by a hint of cold fragrance, which was very pleasant. She said: "Hand."

Jun Yichen coughed a few times, his eyes as gentle as the sun stayed on her beautiful face, and he said softly: "The wise are not confused, the benevolent are not worried, and the brave are not afraid. Miss Yang San should be cautious and think about it, so as to prevent the hatred from controlling her consciousness."

Yang Susu nodded: "That makes sense."

She continued: "Hands."

"Then I'll have to trouble Miss Yang San."

He put down the worn and yellowed military book in his hand and handed her his hand: "The doctors said that my king will be hurt if he is too smart. Medicine and medicine are useless, and even gods can't save him. It is difficult for him to survive this cold winter."

"Won't."

Her eyes were filled with confidence and determination. She looked into his gentle eyes and said very seriously: "You won't die. Although I'm not a god, I will definitely let you survive this cold winter."

He looked at the seriousness and confidence in her eyes, and curled the corners of his mouth imperceptibly.

She placed her hand on his pulse.

When her hand touched his skin, she paused.

The room was warm as spring, but his hands were like ice, without a trace of warmth.

Yang Susu suppressed her surprise and carefully checked his pulse.

She showed no emotion on her face, but her heart was already in turmoil.

No wonder the doctors said that no medicine could save him, and even gods could not save him. It turned out that his pulse was a dead pulse.