Chapter 129: The wounded by her

Fang Shu lay in the dark for a long time, and it was as long as one year, ten years, and a lifetime, and it seemed like just a week, one day, one hour, she had lost her judgment and was immersed in a quiet, dark environment.

My thoughts were peaceful, as if I had returned to my mother's belly, surrounded by amniotic fluid, warm and occasionally suddenly cold.

Everyone is dead, but still feels?

It's so wonderful.

She didn't think she could survive such a serious injury, because the arrow was covered with tincture oil, which may not be solved in modern times, let alone in ancient times.

Dead.

Actually, I had some regrets because I didn’t have time to confess to him, confessing that she could wear it on him.

For him, he might think that she was dishonest and distrustful, and would not tell him what was sad or sad.

He told her himself, putting his heart in his heart, and he would definitely hope that she would tell him her secret too.

Unfortunately, there is no chance.

Fang Shu couldn't feel her body or the passage of time, as if everything had solidified until it wrapped around her, and the warm "amniosincology" suddenly squeezed her out.

Fang Shu could feel her body again, she was heavy and tired, completely different from the feeling she had just been light.

Has she lived?

Fang Shu suddenly opened her eyes and saw a small exquisite tent with lanterns hanging on the top of the tent, emitting a dim light.

Extending your hand is a pair of white, slender and beautiful hands that look like works of art.

The hope that Fang Shu had just ignited was extinguished.

It’s not her that she lives, it’s that she wears it on the emperor.

Could it be that after death, a person will really become a ghost, and now her ghost is penetrated into him?

Or is she not dead and she breathed her last breath?

Will the soul disappear when it dies?

Fang Shu didn't know, but her heart suddenly trembled. She quickly got up from the mat, knelt in front of the table, spread out the paper and took a pen, wanting to leave a message to the emperor.

The pen stopped again as soon as it fell on the paper.

She is going to die, is it necessary to tell him this?

It is just a matter of increasing his worries. It is better to do something that makes you happy before you die, such as eating and drinking.

Fang Shu shouted, "Changqing."

Changqing hurriedly ran in, bowed his eyebrows and said, "Emperor."

Fang Shu thought carefully and said, "Go and serve some good wine, good dishes, roasted lamb and roasted venison, and get some of all kinds of meat."

After coming here, it was basically insulated from meat. Every day, when I watched others eat, the roasted ones were more fragrant than the other. The fragrance came from a distance. Many children from the government said that it was too oily and too tired, and she was so sour.

But thinking about it, I am already lucky than others. I can wear it on the emperor and eat and drink with him. It is no worse than those people.

I was satisfied, but the emperor was very busy recently and didn't want to disturb him, so I just didn't eat anything. Now I'm going to die, so I just want to satisfy her by borrowing the emperor's body.

Last meal.

Fang Shu still had a sense of peace of mind for this meal because she helped the emperor save the empress dowager, although she was later arrested.

Speaking of which, she ran away, why was she arrested again?

Could it be that my leg injury was caught up?

Of course, all these have nothing to do with her. They are almost dead. What's the use of knowing?

It’s better to spend all your time and energy on doing what she likes the most.

Eat and drink.

Changqing is very efficient. Not long after, he brought the roasted lamb legs. It was really fragrant. Although there was no chili, there was cumin.

Cumin and baked foods are perfect for food. When they are taken in, Fang Shu is attracted by the fragrance. She wraps the bones with oil paper and picks them up and chews them. The eating habits are scared to Changqing, and Fang Shu can't control them anymore.

This is her last meal. Do you still have to keep graceful to avoid scaring others?

Can't do it.

The lamb legs are so delicious, full of meat. They are scorched on the outside and tender on the inside. When they tear them off, they are not burnt at all. The meat is easy to bite and it is not dry. I don’t know how to deal with it.

Anyway, it’s just right. Fang Shu’s tears fell down as she ate. It was so delicious.

It tastes so delicious that she can't stop crying, like a bead with broken threads. It still appears after erasing it.

Fang Shu stopped wiping and let her tears fall. I wonder if it was because her tears fell on the meat, and the lamb legs were no longer fragrant and turned into bitterness.

Fang Shu couldn't eat it anymore, so she put the lamb legs back on the table and sat alone. She didn't know how long she had sat there. She only knew that the meat was already cold when she picked up the lamb legs again.

He can't eat cold food, and he will have stomachache.

Fang Shu asked Changqing to remove the table and clean up the table. She still sat there. After thinking about it, she moved to the desk on the side, took a pen and left a note for him.

Fang Shu didn't know what to write about, and her thinking was divergent, so she randomly reminded him several things, such as having a good meal in the future.

Just find a good person and marry him. Don’t let yourself be alone for life. Think about it, it will be terrible when you get older.

I can't remember anything after that, so let's do it.

Fearing that the note would be seen, Fang Shu was about to put it under the pillow. As soon as she picked up the pillow, she found that another piece of paper had been pressed under her.

Fang Shu's heartbeats faster.

I picked up the note and took it apart, which was indeed familiar words.

'How are you?

’

The tears that Fang Shu had just stopped fell again.

Not good, I'm not good, not good at all.

It's so bad, and nothing is worse than now.

When Yin Fei woke up, he instinctively rubbed his eyes. I wonder if it was his illusion. His eyes were very astringent and had a slight tingling and painful feeling.

He left her a note the night before, and immediately touched her under the pillow after getting up today.

This is where they often communicate. If something big happens, she will definitely see it, so under the pillow, a piece of rice paper of a slightly thick layer was pressed.

I took it out and took a look. He left the upper part for her, and she left the lower part for him.

‘Am I dead?

’

Yin Fei lowered his eyes and looked at the unfolded palm.

She didn't notice that he was injured and was scalded.

'No.

’

When Fang Shu finished reading the notes, she was shaking. She seemed to be unable to hold onto the thin piece of paper, and she was more unbelievable.

Didn't she die?

‘Impossible, I suffered such a serious injury.

’

Yin Fei put down the note and looked at his palm. It still hurts, but she didn't pay any attention.

Is it the reason why he didn't bandage?

‘You were saved.

’

It was not hurt, and it was handled in time, just unconscious and life-threatening.

Saved?

Who saved it?

Can't you say a few more words?

Fang Shu was about to ask, but suddenly realized that there seemed to be no one else except him. She had no money for the injury. It would be impossible to bring her back from the brink of death without hiring a miracle doctor.

Obviously, only the emperor has money and energy to hire a great doctor.

‘Did you save it?

Thank you so much, I love you!’

Yin Fei's hand shook, and the note of paper floated lightly on the ground.

After a while, someone lowered his body slightly, held the note in his hand, and read it again.
To be continued...