Both worlds are like dreams

After finishing all the work, it started to rain again, and Xuehuang stayed in the room all day, either sleeping or playing with the cat.

She calculated the time and estimated that Mo Yunchen might be back, so she sent the cat back to the side room and had the room cleaned to prevent that guy from being picky again.

At night, she felt very uncomfortable sleeping alone in the huge bed.

It was windy and rainy outside, and a hint of cold air was coming in through the cracks in the window.

Xuehuang couldn't sleep, so she curled up in the quilt and read a book.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but when she was drowsy, she seemed to hear a noise outside.

Xue Huang felt something was wrong, so she got up, put on her clothes and went out. She saw a fire outside in the front yard and there seemed to be many torches.

"What happened?"

The maid who was keeping watch nearby couldn't answer it either, and the others didn't know either.

At this time, Lu Heng jumped out from the darkness.

"Princess."

"Are you still here?"

"It was King Han Xi. He was assassinated."

Xue Huang frowned in surprise, "Assassination?"

"It's not clear who did it, but the injuries are serious."

Xue Huang didn't bother to ask more questions and walked out in the rain. Following the firelight, she saw Duan Yun supporting Mo Yunchen as they walked in with difficulty.

It was pitch dark and I couldn't see where he was injured. I could only see his pale face.

Xue Huang quickly had someone help him to the room, and after tearing off his wet clothes, she discovered that he had a particularly deep sword wound on his body.

On the right side of the abdomen, it was two inches long and was still bleeding.

Moreover, the sword must have been poisoned, and the wound was black.

Duan Yun's situation was not much better. After sending Mo Yunchen back, he fainted.

After the doctor examined the two men's injuries, he looked desperate and said, "Princess, I am incompetent. The injuries of the prince and Lord Duan are too serious, and they have been poisoned."

"Don't talk nonsense. Try to stop the bleeding first. Go to my box and get the deer grass."

After saying that, Xue Huang stepped forward to help press on Mo Yunchen's wound. He was still conscious and smiled when he saw Xue Huang was conscious.

"If I died... would you be happy?"

"Shut up!" Xue Huang yelled. "Mo Yunchen, you still haven't paid me back, what right do you have to die?"

"The poison on the sword is Penetrating Bone Green, which kills instantly when it comes into contact with blood...but we took anti-poison medicine beforehand, so the poison didn't take effect immediately."

"Bone-penetrating Green?" Xue Huang had someone dig out a box, which contained the life-saving pills that Xu Yao had given her at the time. However, facing a highly toxic substance like Bone-penetrating Green, there was no way to detoxify it. She could only ask the doctor to try his best to find a useful pill to save Mo Yunchen and Duan Yun's lives first, and then she planned to use her inner strength to help them expel the poison.

But Mo Yunchen's wound was too deep and the bleeding could not be stopped.

Xue Huang suddenly remembered what Mu Guang had told her, that if the wound was too deep, it could be sutured.

"Go, bring me the needle and thread."

Mu Guang immediately understood what she wanted to do and said directly: "There are also strong liquor and painkillers."

"Get another jar of strong liquor." After saying that, she looked at the doctor again, "Is there any medicine that can temporarily numb their pain? Give it to them quickly."

The doctor quickly did as he was told, and the others followed the doctor's instructions to mix the deer grass with the medicine and boiled it into a decoction.

After getting the needle and thread, Xue Huang poured out a bowl of strong liquor, dipped it into it, and then picked up the needle.

"Princess, what are you going to do?" The doctor was shocked.

"Follow my example and sew up the wound."

"This... is there any record in medical books? Such a method..."

"What are you talking about?" Xue Huang interrupted him, "Do you want to watch them die? Why don't you do it?"

The doctor immediately shut up and followed Xue Huang's instructions to sew up Duan Yun's wound with needle and thread. Although hesitant in words, he was very quick and efficient in his actions, stitching one stitch at a time like embroidery.

Xue Huang didn't care about anything else and started to sew the wound with the needle.

Mo Yunchen's sense of pain was numbed, and he felt that his attention began to focus. Looking at Xue Huang's sweaty face, he comforted her, "How is your female worker?"

"Can you please stop talking nonsense?" Xue Huang's hands trembled. It was the first time she did such a thing, and she still felt a little uncomfortable.

After finally sewing the wound, her hands were covered in blood, but fortunately the bleeding was stopped.

She quickly took out the hemostatic medicine, poured it all on him, and then treated his wound.

After an hour of hard work, they finally dealt with it. Duan Yun over there had also dealt with it almost completely, but the Bone-penetrating Green in their bodies was still a problem.

Xue Huang had people feed them the medicine made from deer grass, and then began to use her internal energy to force the poison out of them.

After Mo Yunchen was poisoned, he should have used his internal energy to overcome the poison, and with the help of anti-poison pills, the two of them were able to hold on and return to the mansion.

Xue Huang had to be thankful for his foresight and the anti-poison pills he made, otherwise she would have really met the King of Hell.

Now with her detoxification skills, she can force out some of the toxins. The rest depends on the efficacy of the deer grass. Fortunately, she had kept one on hand.

After struggling for nearly an hour, the toxicity was finally temporarily stabilized.

Xue Huang had a bed placed next door and temporarily placed Duan Yun there to avoid any accidents that she might not be able to take care of.

After cleaning the blood on Mo Yunchen's body, he lay down again to rest.

Only then did Xue Huang take care of herself. She was covered in blood, and the blood stains on her hands had dried, making her feel sticky and uncomfortable.

She washed briefly and the maid brought her a clean set of clothes to change into.

Mo Yunchen was still trying to maintain consciousness, but the effect of the pain-numbing medicine had worn off, and the wounds on his body began to hurt, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Seeing him like this, Xue Huang was worried that his wound had opened again, so she quickly lifted up his clothes to check, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was fine.

She pulled the quilt over him and asked someone to bring charcoal.

"Just go to sleep. You won't die."

Mo Yunchen grabbed her hand, "If I die...will you still hate me?"

"Shut up and go to sleep."

"The last time I was this close to death was on the battlefield nineteen years ago."

"Are you talking about the battlefield where you attacked Beiyuan?"

Mo Yunchen was silent for a moment, "My father failed in his siege and fell into a trap. He was ambushed during his retreat. When I rushed to save him, I also fell into the trap."

"Didn't you say that Shen Congfeng plotted to harm your father? But that time?"

"Yes. We were surrounded in the snowy plains, and everyone died. I was the only one who fought my way out. The snow and wind could not cover the river of blood." Mo Yunchen smiled, "That was the only color in that world, and it was also my hope to survive."

Xue Huang looked at his weak appearance and said, "If you don't want to die, don't talk."

Mo Yunchen grasped her hand with a little force, "You... have seen my state of mind, but you... have not seen all of it..."

Xue Huang looked into his eyes, which seemed to be filled with whirlpools. The next moment, she saw a snowy field.

In the ice and snow, heavy snow fell endlessly. Everywhere you looked, there seemed to be only ice and snow, without a trace of color.

In such a world, if something disappears, it will be difficult to detect because it will be buried by the wind and snow.

Xue Huang stood there and saw a man coming on horseback.

The man's face seemed familiar. He was dressed in white and riding a horse as he passed by her.

She looked in the direction he went and saw that the place he went to was full of killing, swords and horses, and rivers of blood.

And he went there without hesitation.

In the end, he killed everyone and fell alone in the snow.

Xue Huang walked over and saw the despair in his eyes. He was almost drowned by the wind and snow.

If no one saved him, he would die here and blend into the wind and snow.

But he stood up and smeared the blood on his white clothes. His expression had changed. It was no longer the youthful and indifferent look as when he came, but rather desperate and empty.

Xue Huang was a little dazed, and the look in his eyes made her feel extremely sad.

The next moment, he suddenly laughed, his laugh was cold and desperate, his clothes were completely dyed red, like a Shura walking out of hell.

Xue Huang looked at his red clothes and finally understood that this was his sin, his hatred, and even more so his hope.

Because he can only survive if he kills everyone.

The Snow Phoenix left his mind and he fell into a deep sleep.

She sighed and tried to pull her hand back, but found that he was holding it so tightly that she couldn't move at all.

Xue Huang had no choice but to give up and let him hold her, staying beside him.