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

So, is Jun Minhuai really the only one who can save her?

Only the 300,000 troops of King Zhenbei can save them!

She closed her eyes, and the handkerchief in her hand had already been wrinkled.

The moment she opened her eyes, she resolutely opened the door.

The wind and snow poured in, bringing with them a faint medicinal scent that drifted into her nose.

Smelling the familiar medicinal aroma, Yang Susu's nose suddenly felt sore, and she opened her arms and hugged the man leaning against the door.

In just a few days, she felt that he had lost a lot of weight. What happened to the flesh that she had grown with precious medicinal herbs?

Moreover, the pleasant smell of medicine in the past was mixed with a strong smell of blood.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed her hair, saying softly: "Su'er, the king is back."

Yang Susu nodded, with a strong nasal tone.

He also hugged her delicate body tightly, smelling her unique scent, and did not let go for a long time.

"Su'er, my mother is gone!"

He held her so tightly, and the sadness emanating from him made the cold snow feel pity for him.

Yang Susu buried her head in his chest, and the hand around his waist gently patted his back: "My lord, the queen passed away peacefully, with a smile on her face."

Yang Susu clearly felt his stiff body.

"Um--"

"Where has the prince been these days?"

"Lan Shan and I were sucked into a void. It was freezing cold and all white there. I couldn't tell which was the sky and which was the earth. There were also endless ferocious beasts. Lan Shan and I killed countless ferocious beasts. Ahem... I almost couldn't come back and I couldn't see Su'er again..."

After saying this, he started coughing heavily.

Yang Susu quickly let him go, looking up at the man in front of her who was coughing heartbreakingly. His face was extremely pale, and he was still wearing the moon-white Confucian robe, but it had been stained red with blood, and the original moonlight could not be seen.

This kind of Jun Yichen hurt Yang Susu's eyes.

She hurriedly took out a pill and put it into his mouth, then pulled him into the room, closed the door, and the moment she felt his pulse, a chill ran through her fingers.

In just a moment, Yang Susu's expression became even uglier.

She gasped!

I held his hands and rubbed them together, as if this would warm them up.

The coldness in his body, which had almost dissipated, now densely surrounded his tendons and veins, more than before.

But the black air in his heart did not shrink this time. It was furious and rushed around in his heart, trying to devour the cold air and break out of his heart.

“Why is this happening!”

All previous efforts have come to naught!

He lay on the bed, and Yang Susu rubbed his hands while taking out the fruit of the Fire Stone Ling from the Three Life Stone.

"My Lord, eat this fruit, and I will give you acupuncture to drive away the cold in your body, and you will get better."

The cold hand grasped her wrist, and the low voice was gentle and helpless: "Su'er, the Eastern Zhou Dynasty is now facing internal and external troubles. The Queen Mother has not yet been buried, but Concubine Xiao and her son have already controlled the entire court... cough cough cough... Beiyan's 500,000 troops are heading east. You, you find a way to send this thing to the Mongolian Kingdom. They, they will help General Yang... cough cough cough..."

Jun Yichen coughed hard and gasped for breath. He stuffed a strange triangular stone into Yang Susu's hand.