Chapter 477

"Really!" Murong Xue's eyes are awe inspiring. She quickly reaches into Ouyang Shaochen's sleeve and takes out several small porcelain vases

The name of the pill was written on the porcelain vase. Murong Xue found the Tianshan Yuxue pill, poured out one, put it into Ouyang Shaochen's mouth, crushed another, and sprinkled it gently on his wound.

The black purple on Ouyang Shaochen's lips gradually faded, and the blood from the wound gradually turned into a bright red color. He coughed gently and opened his eyes slowly

"Prince, you wake up!" Murong snow looks at Ouyang Shaochen, in the dark pupil flickers a little joy, a little worry.

Ouyang Shaochen tried to bend the corners of his mouth and raised a shallow smile: "don't worry, I'm fine (cough, cough... " He coughs violently, the bright red blood overflows the corner of the mouth, sprinkles on the snow colored robe, faintly dyes the red plum.

"Shizi, you are seriously injured. Don't talk, Xunfeng, no trace..." Murong Xue called out in a hurry, and her little hand was suddenly held tightly. She looked at Ouyang Shaochen and saw him looking at her. He said in a low voice, "you can help me. You don't have to call anyone else!"

Murong snow slightly frowned: "but you are seriously injured, if I help you, you must walk by yourself, will pull the wound..."

"No defense, slow down is..." Ouyang Shaochen didn't think so. His Obsidian eyes were as deep as a pool. Murong Xue's words of persuasion turned around and changed the content: "well, I'll help you..."

Murong snow holding Ouyang Shaochen, slowly turned around, saw the emperor not far away, slightly a Zheng: "emperor!" I almost forgot that the emperor was here.

"It's important to cure the wound. Go back to the backyard first." The emperor said lightly, and there was a flash of light in his sharp eyes.

"Thank you very much. Shaochen is retiring." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, with the help of Murong snow, he walked forward slowly.

Looking at the two people leaning against each other, gradually walk away from the back, people look different.

Ye Yichen's eyes are deep, and his hand under his sleeve is tightly grasped: what Ouyang Shaochen can do for her, he can also do for her, but his action is a little slow

Ouyang Shaochen is slender and heavy. Most of his body weight is on Murong Xue. Murong Xue is very hard-working. He supports Ouyang Shaochen and moves back to Qinghui hospital step by step.

Gently holding Ouyang Shaochen to the bed, Murong Xue carefully untied his clothes. He saw a deep wound on his white and thin chest, and the red blood seeped out and dyed most of his chest red.

Murong Xue couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning. She didn't take a close look just now. She didn't expect to be hurt so badly. Fortunately, she didn't hurt the vital part!

Murongxue took the cotton yarn, carefully cleaned the wound, took the wound healing medicine, and carefully smeared it for him, carefully bandaged the wound

Ouyang Shaochen lost too much blood, his face was slightly pale, and there was a faint smile in his Obsidian eyes. Murong Xue was busy for him.

Murong Xue was absorbed in dressing up the wound. He could still feel his bright eyes fall on her. He tied a bow on his wound without good breath. He was satisfied to hear Ouyang Shaochen's stuffy hum.

"Cher, I'm trying to save your injury." Ouyang Shaochen says low, warm breath sprays on Murong snow side face.

Murong Snow's eyes flashed unnaturally, and said haughtily, "I know, so I'll let you concentrate on healing, don't look East and West." Plain white small hand tightly pulled pull bow, Ouyang Shaochen is a dull hum again, lip color slightly pan white.

Murong Xue frowned slightly: "you are badly hurt. I'd better go to a famous doctor and ask him to examine your pulse and see the injury..."

Seeing Murong snow turn around to go, Ouyang Shaochen hastily stretched out his hand to hold her: "don't look for a grand doctor. It's just a small injury. Apply medicine for a few days."

Murong snow bright small face slightly gloomy, looking at his seriously injured chest way: "the chest is pierced, also called small injury!"

"It's really a small injury. Don't worry, cough, cough..." Ouyang Shaochen coughs violently, a little bloodstain overflows the corner of the mouth.

"Good, good, it's a small injury, I won't argue with you, you lie down and have a rest." Murong Snow said in a hurry, gently holding Ouyang Shaochen lying on the bed, pulling the brocade quilt beside him and covering him.

Looking at her worried eyes, Ouyang Shaochen gently smiles: "I'm ok, don't worry..."

"Then you have a good rest. When you wake up, we can talk." Murong snow tightly holds Ouyang Shaochen's hand, and there is a little sincerity in the dark pupil.

"Good!" Ouyang Shaochen nodded, looked at Murong snow, slowly closed his eyes, breathing sound gradually uniform.

Murong Xue sat by the bed and looked at Ouyang Shaochen. He was as white as the moon, and his long eyelashes cast two thick shadows on his eyelids. He was sleeping soundly. He was less indifferent, more peaceful and wise. His handsome face was slightly pale, but perfect without a trace of defects.

Murong Xue slowly stretched out his hand and gently pinched Ouyang Shaochen's cheek. Her smooth and delicate touch made her sigh in her heart: they didn't know each other for a long time, but he helped her many times and saved her many times. He was the first person to treat her so wellWhen his toe touched a soft object, Murong Xue lowered his head and saw Ouyang Shaochen's blood stained robe. The robe was broken and could not be worn again. However, this is Ouyang Shaochen's clothes. When he wakes up, deal with it.

Murong Xue reached out to pick up his robe and prepared to put it aside. With a "clang" sound, a hairpin fell out of his clothes.

Murong Xue reached out and picked it up. It was a crystal clear white jade hairpin. The vivid rose flowers carved on the hairpin caught her eyes: isn't this her white jade hairpin? That day, after going back to the tomb for Murong Yue and his wife, she couldn't find it. She thought it was accidentally dropped when fighting with Ye Yichen. Unexpectedly, Ouyang Shaochen picked it up and carried it with her every day.

Murong snow in the heart, what has been touched, cold eye pupil dyed light water mist.

When Ouyang Shaochen opened his eyes, the bright sunshine covered most of the room. It was warm and warm, and the faint fragrance of fire and lotus lingered on the tip of his nose. He looked down and saw Murong Xue lying beside the bed, sleeping soundly.

Her bright face is slightly red, and her long eyelashes are like butterfly wings. She casts two thick shadows on her eyelids. Her peaceful and peaceful sleeping face makes people unable to bear blasphemy.

In Ouyang Shaochen's Obsidian pupil, a light smile appeared. Her slender jade hand touched her delicate porcelain face and rubbed it

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