Chapter 1270

The stove in the room is burning very vigorously, and it doesn't feel so cold.

Bai Ranqing pulls Ji Qingxue and them, chattering and laughing from time to time.

Nangongyan brothers looked at the other side at the same time, and finally shook their heads helplessly.

Nangong Qi said with a smile, "I've really suffocated her these days."

He doesn't understand that Bai Ranqing doesn't care about the position of the princess at all.

Her identity as a saint of the Wuling clan has been exposed. I'm afraid more princes and grandchildren are competing to marry her. What can a mere Princess Qi be.

What's more, she doesn't care about these fame and wealth.

If it wasn't for herself, how could she be willing to hold herself in the position of princess.

So he took her with him when he came out this time. First, they were really worried about nangongyan. Second, they also let her relax. In case he really bored her, what should I do.

Nangong Qishu asked, "how are you? Are you all right?"

Nangong Yan was stunned. "What does fourth brother mean?"

"Haven't you always been reluctant to come back here? Now you're back, can you stand it?"

Nangong Yan nodded faintly: "at least it's much better than I thought."

Nangong Qi felt the same way. The fifth brother was actually stronger than he thought.

"It seems that you should thank your father-in-law for changing your princess."

It's kind of wrong.

Over the years, he has never set foot in Tianshan Mountain. It can be seen that he is not relieved of this matter at all.

But Ji Qingxue's simple words made him come to this place. My fifth brother is really obedient to his daughter-in-law.

Nangong Yan glanced at someone who was joking with Bai Ranqing. His eyes were filled with tenderness, "well, it's true."

There is indeed a difference between them, but the good thing is that the result is good. Ah Xue has made great contributions to today.

When the wind and snow outside stopped, it was getting dark. Nangong Yan is even more unlikely to let Ji Qingxue go out to find ice cicada.

Ji Qingxue feels a pity for this. It's hard to find the place where ice cicadas haunt. It's hard to know a clue, but he can't do anything.

If you go again tomorrow, you may not touch the ice cicada.

Nangong Yan saw that she was like frost beaten eggplant, so he had to comfort her: "ah Xue, don't worry. We can look for it slowly if we miss this time."

"Well, I know."

Ji Qingxue frowned into his arms, and Nangong Yan hugged her tightly: "the fourth brother has brought Mi Tianluo flowers, and the toxicity of Hui vanilla is almost solved. Moreover, with snow spirit, my disease should not relapse. Good boy, have a good sleep. Let's get up tomorrow morning."

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When he slept late at night, Nangong Yan only felt that there was a breath running around in the Dantian.

Nangong Yan's secret way is bad. It's because his internal injury has recurred.

He glanced at the man in his arms and gently picked her off.

When he was about to go out, in order to prevent Ji Qingxue from waking up halfway, Nangong Yan also ordered her sleeping point. In this way, he would never wake up every two or three hours.

The snow began to fall outside again, and soon Nangong Yan was covered with snow.

He raised his hand and covered his chest. His expression looked a little painful. Before long, he actually vomited a pool of blood.

"Alas, your internal injury is more serious than I thought."

Nangong Yan looked warily at the direction of the voice: "who!"

Xuelao came out from the corner, "I'm old and I don't sleep well. I just got up to enjoy the night view, and you suddenly ran out. Where's the little girl doll? Isn't she with you?"

Nangong Yan endured the pain stirred in his body: "ah Xue has fallen asleep."

Snow old pick eyebrow: "the little girl's medical skills are very high. If she is around you to help, your pain will be alleviated a lot."

Nangong Yan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand: "no, I can do such a small thing myself."

"Small matter?" I'm afraid old Xue is the first time to see such a person. "Your internal injury is serious. If you can't get timely treatment and let it worsen, your life will be difficult to protect. You're going to hide such a thing from her? If she knows in the future, she won't let you go."

Nangong Yan looked at him calmly: "during this time, I will slowly adjust my breath and recover my injury as soon as possible. Please keep it a secret for me and don't tell her."

"I'm not so boring. I'm gossiping everywhere."

Old Xue jumped all his life and sat directly on the railing. He was so agile that he didn't look like an old man: "but I don't think you can hide that little girl. Did you change your pulse today when you took your pulse?"

Otherwise, she can't see it.

Nangong Yan's eyebrows were cold: "there's no need to worry about snow."

The implication is that he just needs to take care of his mouth, and don't inquire about the rest.

Snow old smiled and promised: "well, you can rest assured that I'm not a talkative man, old man."

Then he said, "look at you like that, you can quickly meditate and regulate your breath. Anyway, I can't sleep. It's just that I can protect the Dharma for you."

Nangong Yan nodded at him, "then thank you for being old."

Then he immediately sat down cross legged and began to meditate and regulate his breath. Soon, the flying snowflakes frozen him into a snowman.

Xuelao was puzzled. He didn't use a person with such superb medical skills around him, but he just carried it here. He didn't know the significance of doing so.

Just don't let her worry about herself? Is it more important for her to have a good sleep than her own life?

Snow old can't help but sigh. As expected, people are still old. They really can't understand these tricks of their young people.

Old Xue noticed that nangongyan seemed to have something wrong in the process of regulating breath.

He hurriedly flew to nangongyan's back and quickly pointed his acupoints.

"What are you thinking? You dare to be distracted at such a critical time? Hold your breath. I'll help you get through the stagnant vein!"

A steady stream of internal power came from behind. Nangong Yan didn't speak, but just gathered his mind and began to prepare to flush his veins according to what xuelao said.

Excessive internal injury caused his venous stasis. If you want to cure the internal injury, you must open the meridians.

This is equivalent to a pulp washing. The process is uncomfortable and very risky. If you are careless, you may be killed on the spot.

After an hour, nangongyan finally received his internal power, and his face looked much better.

Xuelao was relieved to see that he was all right, but thinking of the dangerous situation just now, he couldn't help saying: "you really don't want to live. What were you thinking just now? If I'm not here, you're likely to be possessed again. At that time, your life will really be gone."