Chapter 3 The First Assassination
At night, the heavy cold wet the skirt, but it could not slow down the person's footsteps at all.
Rusong followed closely behind the palace man, with his head lowered and his steps hurriedly. His expression was as calm as possible, but his eyes were still a little more complicated.
As soon as I approached the door, I saw brightly lit lights inside, and the palace people were busy and busy. Several male favorites stood aside, the voices of the palace people in charge commanding, the sounds of the little palace ladies' footsteps in panic, and the copper basins pouring water. The sounds of changing water and decoction were noisy and mixed together.
Rusong frowned. The moment the palace man opened the door, he saw Xin Yi dying on the bed.
She was dressed in white clothes and plain gauze, one hand hung limply by the bedside, her lips were white, and although there were beads of sweat on her forehead, she was still biting her lips, shivering and crying out cold.
The doctors were at their wits' end and just took some fever-reducing medicine, because the princess's symptoms were strange. No one knew what the disease was, and it was impossible to cure it.
A gust of cold wind blew against the face, blowing the white curtain. Xin Yi raised his hand and waved towards the door with difficulty.
Those handsome men hurriedly brought Ru Song to the bedside, and called the people around them to leave quickly.
There were a few who were slow, and Xin Yi was furious: "Why are you lingering? Why don't you get out of here! I only need Ru Song to accompany you today!"
The people in the palace dispersed, and one person from Song Dynasty stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and touched Xin Yi's forehead. It was indeed very hot.
Xin Yi grabbed Ru Song's hand and looked at her pitifully, her eyes filled with tears, and her long eyelashes cast shadows on her eyes.
"Damn it, I feel so bad that I am an orphan! Ru Song... come and sleep with me..."
Ru Song swallowed and wanted to retract his hand, but Xin Yi held it. It was so tight that she had no choice but to compromise and straighten Xinyi's hair that was soaked with sweat around her ears. A lock of green silk was wrapped around her fingers. This tiny, soft hair was hanging down weakly and wetly at this moment. girl's ear.
Although the child was sick, her stubborn temper refused to give in at all. She suddenly grabbed Ru Song's skirt and pulled her down very close to her face.
Outside the heavy curtains, a vague figure was about to take a step forward, but finally stopped the impulse and just said with concern:
"Girl, the princess is seriously ill. It would be good if she could sleep peacefully. Yao Shi ...I can’t drink it anymore.”
The speaker was Chuncheng, the female medical officer who had taken care of the princess since she was a child. She was now in her forties, had a soft temper and strong temper, and was quite popular in the palace.
Rusong pursed her lips, thinking that she was a girl at the moment, so she lay down meekly. The hand was still in Xin Yi's hand, so she had to hold Xin Yi in her arms, using her neck to Feeling the warmth of her forehead.
Seeing that the two of them had fallen asleep, Chuncheng led the last medical officer and maid out with full of worry. When the last candle was blown out, the bedroom suddenly became dark.
In this deep dark night, one can only hear the restless heartbeats of two people, beating again and again, sometimes as thick as a bell, sometimes as silent as falling into the deep sea.
Xin Yi's breathing weakened, and the hot breath exhaled from his nose hit Ru Song's collar, tickling her a little.
She swallowed, closed her eyes, and began to recall in her mind the first time she met the princess, met and got to know each other, until now she wrapped her small body in her own body.
Princess, I'm sorry. I have been dormant for many years just for this moment. I must avenge my father's murder!
After thinking, Ru Song used a little force on his hand, aimed at the Jueyin Shu point and the Yingchuang point, and gave a heavy blow.
The strength of the person in his arms suddenly became light and airy.
"Xin Yi," Ru Song's voice was hoarse, she said with difficulty, "If it's really painful, just bite my wrist."
She exposed her wrist and put it on Xin Yi's lips But she was like a cub that had been trapped for a long time, breaking through the shackles of her wrists and biting Ru Song's collarbone. Because of the fever, her cheeks and lips were hot, her breath was hot, but her teeth were no longer so strong. Although she was exerting force, they were just limply stuck on Ru Song's collarbone.
Ru Song closed his eyes and wrapped the person in his arms tighter.
The night was desolate, and the moonlight was filled with chill. When the light came into the room, it shone on the princess's petite and white face. Her expression was already very calm, like a sleeping doll.
The heartbeats of two people finally became just one person’s solo.
Ru Song didn't speak, didn't move, and didn't even open her eyes. She seemed to be turning a deaf ear to all this, and still pretended to sleep with her eyes closed.
It may take a while until tomorrow. Next, he will leave the palace and walk in the wilderness, no longer interested in the affairs of the world.
This night was too long. When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on the princess mansion, Ru Song took his hand out of Xin Yi's stiff arms, stood up, and walked out of bed alone. He wanted to Go out and tell people something they can't afford.
"Who are you?"
A childish voice behind him was like thunder, exploding his horizons. Rusong suddenly turned around, only to see Xin Yi frowning at him, as if scolding an uninvited guest.
She...isn't dead?
But then, Ru Song had no time to wonder, let alone what kind of medicine she was selling in the gourd at the moment, so she had to bow respectfully and said:
"Ru Song."
Hearing the movement of the people inside, the palace people outside the door were ecstatic, and Chuncheng had not slept all night. At this moment, he patted the door eagerly and briskly, put his cheek close to the threshold, and asked with uncontrollable joy: "Princess, princess, are you okay? Better?”
Xin Yi came down in a daze. She didn’t even wear any shoes, and her walking style was very different from before. She scratched her hair, walked to the table and drank a glass of water. She opened her sleepy eyes and didn’t Pay attention to the sounds outside.
He clearly felt that her heartbeat had stopped. Is there really someone who has the ability to bring the dead back to life?
Ru Song stepped forward, bowed his head and said respectfully: "Princess, please let Ru Song take your pulse and check your body."
She nodded and stretched out an arm to hand it to her.
Checking her pulse, it was no different from ordinary people. Ru Song stretched out his hand and gently placed it on her chest. Her heartbeat was also the same, and she was even healthier than before. What exactly went wrong?
Due to doubts, Chuncheng shouted outside again: "Princess, please let Wei Chen check your body!"
Before he finished speaking, a door suddenly opened in front of him. . Xin Yi looked at the medical officers in front of him with a confused expression, then turned around and sat back on the bed in a daze.
Chuncheng's group immediately came in carrying medicine boxes. In an instant, people taking the pulse took the pulse, people examining it checked, and a large group of doctors surrounded them.
After a while, Chuncheng's face showed a look of joy, and she said happily: "The princess's body is better than before!"
After saying that, he turned around and bowed to Ru Song. When he stood up, there were tears in his eyes: "Thanks to Miss Ru Song, Miss Ru Song is really a Zhilan Yushu!"
(End of this chapter)
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