As he was talking, the palace servant lifted Zhou Mohuai's Panlong up.

A heavy big knife, silver shiny knife rod, white knife head, and a dragon body carved with a tail full of spiritual energy. Yu Qingzi was amazed when he saw it.

"Does Taoist Master know the origin of Panlong?" Wen Wenlan looked at Yu Qingzi who was so excited that he jumped up and down, and his eyes seemed to sweep out the door unintentionally, "The Taoist Master loves it so much, it must be a treasure."

But over the years, no one has ever said that Panlong is a treasure, but people criticized it as evidence of the crime, one after another.

"Ah Ang." Yu Qingzi responded perfunctorily, and his whole mind was all on Panlong, wishing he could tear Panlong and eat it.

Wen Wenlan rubbed his head. Yu Qingzi probably wouldn't want to take Pan Long away. It was a great favor to lend Pan Long to him. If you want to take Pan Long away, there was no way.

Yu Qingzi looked at Pan Long for a long time. Wen Wenlan couldn't stand it anymore, so he gave Buyu a look and asked Buyu to send Pan Long back.

"Ah, Pan Long..." Yu Qingzi reluctantly let go of Pan Long, looking pitiful as if he was marrying his daughter with tears in his eyes, and looked eagerly as Pan Long was carried out of Yihua Palace.

Pan Long can be praised, but cannot be targeted by people other than Zhou Mohuai.

"Your Majesty..." Yu Qingzi was about to hug Wenlan's thigh again, but Wen Wenlan avoided it. "Your Majesty must cherish Panlong."

Wen Wenlan said "hmm" and ignored Yu Qingzi anymore. What she wants to cherish the most now is Zhou Mohuai.

"Master, do you still have the antidote to the Immortal Flower?" Wen Wenlan looked at Yu Qingzi with a bright look, "I want to ask you for help again."

"Where is there, what does Your Majesty want to do?" Yu Qingzi looked at Wen Wenlan's indifferent expression and felt a bad premonition.

After a moment, the Immortal Flower and the Silver Knife Tail were placed in front of Wen Lan. Yu Qingzi shook his eyes at Wen Lan, took out the antidote of the Immortal Flower in fear, and placed it with the Immortal Flower and the Silver Knife Tail.

Wenwenlan gently touched the Immortal Flower on the dagger, and a light layer of light was plated on the crimson blade. She slowly turned the handle of the knife and suddenly, the blade cut across her fingertips.

Ten fingers connect to the heart, and the sharp pain is straightened to the atrium, but it is still tolerated.

"Your Majesty!" Buyan Wuyu rushed forward in an exclaim, but it was too late. Drops of red blood dripped on the table, just like the blood dripping all the way in the Purple Light Hall that night.

Yu Qingzi couldn't help frowning. While thinking about the baby being so cruel, he covered his eyes and pushed the antidote of the Immortal Flower towards Wen Wenlan.

Wen Wenlan didn't even see the antidote handed over by Yu Qingzi. He let the blood drip flow on the table. The forehead wound on his fingertips was not big. Logically, the blood could stop itself soon, but a small pool of blood had accumulated on the table. Wen Wenlan's fingertips still showed no sign of healing.

Seeing this, Wen Wenlan lowered her face, grabbed the tail of the silver knife and fell onto the wound.

The moment the tail of the silver knife touched the wound, Wen Wenlan suddenly felt that he had lost his entire finger, and the lingering and cruel pain instantly attacked the entire palm. It soon became so painful that it was gone, and even his wrist felt pain.

Wen Wenlan couldn't help but exclaim, her indifferent expression could not hold back the pain, and her eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose could not hide the pain that her body was suffering. Wen Wenlan endured the discomfort and wrapped the gauze around the wound on her fingertips. She tried to bend her fingers, but it seemed that she was out of control.

"Is the tail of the silver knife so strong?" Cold sweat crawled across his forehead. If this is the case, Zhou Mohuai was injured on his body, how much pain he would have to endure? Wen Wenlan dared not think about it.

After realizing the fear, she climbed up her back and couldn't help but shivered.

How perseverance and tolerance he has is to be able to pretend to be nothing in so many days.

She was also blind, and could not see Zhou Mohuai's discomfort. She kept saying how much she cared about his feelings.

"Your Majesty, you should use the antidote as soon as possible. Immortal Flower and Silver Knife Tail are not just a joke." Yu Qingzi also worried. Why are these two dolls so worried? Both of them like to abuse themselves.

Why bother with this?

Wen Wenlan refused to listen. She pressed her wrist and lay on the table. She could feel the pain in her fingertips and her heartbeat, and she was about to break through her wrist and rush towards her entire arm. The more she felt,

The more she knew that the pain she was suffering now was less than one-tenth of what Zhou Mohuai had.

Heartache is better than physical pain.

Wen Wenlan slowly raised his head, slowly untied the gauze, poured the antidote of the Immortal Flower on the wound, and suddenly a burst of severe pain filled the entire arm. As if the flood broke through the city, Wen Wenlan couldn't help but say "ah".

The pain like a landslide and cracked was unexpectedly caught. Wen Wenlan looked at Yu Qingzi in horror. The shrill screams he heard those two nights were not true.

Yu Qingzi avoided her face.

But everything is clear.

The blood from the wound suddenly turned into a thick ball of black, but soon returned to normal and red. Not long after, the blood stopped, and the wound on the fingertips returned to normal and gradually healed.

He was frightened by the sight of Boyan and Wushu, unable to come back to his senses for a long time. One was afraid that His Majesty would actually try medicine with his body, and the other was amazed by Zhou Mohuai's amazing willpower.

Wen Wenlan waved his hand and ordered people to collect everything on the table.

"Master, it's getting late, I'm going to see Mo Huai." Wen Wenlan dusted his clothes and got up, and was about to leave.

After three or two steps back to the back hall, Lin Miao was bringing warm porridge to Zhou Mohuai. Zhou Mohuai slept for three days and three nights without dropping water. He had to slowly replenish it from the porridge food.

"Give it to me." Wen Wenlan took the porridge from Lin Miao's hand and skillfully sat on Zhou Mohuai's bed. She swept a spoonful of porridge and blew it, and sent it to Zhou Mohuai's mouth, "Come on, open your mouth."

"Lan Lan, this is not very good." Lin Miao and Bu Yan Bu Yu were surrounded by the bed and looked at this place without any hesitation. He felt a little embarrassed, "I'll do it myself."

"You have been in a coma for three days and three nights. Now you don't eat anything, your body will not be able to bear it."

"Ah?" Three days and three nights? Isn't it just one night?

Taking advantage of Zhou Mohuai's surprise moment, Wen Wenlan moved his wrist and brought the hot porridge into Zhou Mohuai's mouth.

"The Taoist priest told me that although you are energetic and have no feeling, you will still have the reaction when the medicine is effective. If you don't eat anything now, I'm afraid you will feel uncomfortable later." Wen Wenlan wanted to give Zhou Mohuai the most tonic medicine in the palace, but Yu Qingzi also said that Zhou Mohuai can't bear such a nourishing medicine now. "If you feel uncomfortable later, you must say it out and don't hold on to it yourself."

"There won't be any discomfort." Zhou Mohuai smiled, "You haven't had a rest these days, so you can go and rest quickly."

Wen Wenlan didn't say anything, and fed Zhou Mohuai porridge one spoon after another. Until the bowl of hot porridge was seen, she waved her back and looked at Zhou Mohuai with a sad face.

"Is there anything I want to tell me?" Zhou Mohuai pinched Wen Wenlan's hand with a happy smile on his face.

Wen Wenlan threw herself into Zhou Mohuai's arms, hugged him tightly, and asked in a muffled voice, "Do you hate me?"

Zhou Mohuai was surprised, "Why did you suddenly say this?"

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have suffered any criticism. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have endured the pain for so long, and you almost..." Wen Wenlan choked up and she couldn't continue.

No wonder the words in history are all about the Emperor's family. If you think carefully, it turns out that the people in the Emperor's family are so annoying, and everything is for the benefit of the royal family's face.

But this is also the responsibility of the royal family.

If she did it again, she would choose to do so.

"What stupid things are you saying?" Zhou Mohuai rubbed Wen Wenlan's black hair, soft and smooth. He spoke very slowly, "This time it was Nan Min. If they hadn't tried to assassinate, how could these things happen? If it weren't for meeting you..."

Speaking of this, Zhou Mohuai stopped, and Wen Wenlan's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Keep talking, keep talking quickly, whether it’s blame or resentment, say it quickly, I won’t blame you, I just want to hear what you are saying, it doesn’t matter what you say.

Zhou Mohuai chuckled and touched Wen Wenlan's black hair, "If I hadn't met you, I would have died long ago."

I died three years ago, in the cold water of Pohu Lake, gnawed by big fish, covered by sludge, and became a water ghost who could never get ashore.

You can only stay in the cold water and never be reborn.

"Mo Huai..." Wen Wenlan hugged Zhou Mo Huai tightly.

He always did this. It was her fault, but he took all the responsibility on himself. No matter how willful, selfish, and harsh she was to him, he always responded with gentleness.

How much blessing did she cultivate in her previous life before she could pick up Zhou Mohuai's treasure.

She vowed to never do anything to be sorry for Zhou Mohuai. From now on, she must cherish it and find all the missing time in the past.

"Okay, don't think too much." Zhou Mohuai lifted the bedding and brought Wen Wenlan in, patted her back gently, "You have worked hard during this period, so take a break."

He was in a coma for three days and three nights. Wen Wenlan must not be able to sleep well. There are so many notes to read and the affairs in the court must be taken care of. Thank you so much for her.

Zhou Mohuai hugged Wen Wenlan tightly with heartache.

"Mo Huai." Wen Wenlan called out softly.

"Hmm?" Zhou Mohuai pinched Wen Wenlan's face and reminded her not to speak and to rest quickly.

"What days do you like?"

Life? Zhou Mohuai thought about it and didn’t think there was a special day. She asked why this was done.

"Please choose a day you like, let's get married, I can't wait."

Wen Wenlan did not say "I" this time, but "I".

"It doesn't matter. I'm very satisfied to see you now." Zhou Mohuai said what he said in his heart. There is nothing more surprising and cherished than losing and returning, "really."

Even if you don’t get married, it doesn’t matter if you don’t want this title.

No one can get Wen Wenlan's heart except him. Even if everyone in the world is unwilling to admit it, he is fearless. Wen Wenlan is her courage. As long as Wen Wenlan is by his side, he will be fearless.

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