Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

Xiao Jiangran was still unconscious when he was sent home. A black iron arrow was stuck in his chest, and because it was difficult to remove, he had to be dragged along, still bleeding.

Shen Jin hid his figure, floating in mid-air, watching the imperial doctors rushing back and forth. Basin after basin of blood was carried out, noisy and chaotic.

Irritating and dazzling.

This was not the first time she saw Xiao Jiangran on the verge of death, but this time, she was isolated from many people.

There can be no interference.

A surge of violence rushed into her brain, making her eyes bloodshot.

Shen Jin curled up in the dark space and closed his eyes. He pulled out a small gray ball from his body, put his five fingers together, and crushed it completely.

His face grew paler.

Specks of golden light spontaneously floated out from the space where she temporarily resided, surrounding her and smoothing her brows.

When it was late at night and no one was around, Shen Jin appeared and landed next to Xiao Jiangran.

He leaned over and gestured at the wound.

The arrow had been pulled out, and the indentation of the gauze was particularly bloody.

After confirming again and again that the wound had the aura of her magic and was not really caused by an arrow, Shen Jin helped the man to tidy up his clothes.

Sitting on the floor leaning against the bed.

"I'm not normal." Shen Jin murmured, covering his eyes with his hands.

"Why does it still hurt here?"

She pressed her heart, her black and white eyes full of confusion, she had clearly eliminated the pollution.

Is it this human body?

She lay on the bed, very close to Xiao Jiangran.

A tear fell silently from her right eye, leaving no trace.

Its owner didn't notice, and the other one who should have noticed was still unconscious.

Xiao Jiangran woke up at midnight. With a slight lift of his fingertips, he felt a soft source of heat.

Who?

Turning his head, he saw Shen Jin's profile lying on the bed. She was breathing heavily and was soundly asleep.

He just moved his body slightly and he grimaced in pain and sweated all over.

Helpless, I had to give up the idea of carrying the person to the bed.

He glanced over and watched her figure.

According to etiquette, he should withdraw his hand and place it properly at his side, remembering that men and women should not touch each other.

But in terms of feelings.

He closed his eyes tightly.

Move your fingertips again and again.

A moment, or a century?

His movements stopped abruptly until he felt Shen Jin's breath in his palm.

He opened his eyes and stared, not daring to move an inch.

He could feel the wetness on his palms, coming from her breath and his sweat.

Fall asleep again.

……

When Shen Jin woke up, he found that he had slept all night with Xiao Jiangran's hand as his pillow.

Her sleeping posture is so bad, and she abuses the wounded while sleeping?

While he was still asleep, she carefully raised her head, shifted her face, and, feeling rather guilty, put his hand back under the quilt, tucking it away. Then she floated away and disappeared.

Xiao Jiangran opened his eyes and moved his hand to his face. His voice was a little vague, with a hint of relief: "She doesn't hate it, does she?"

When Shen Jin came in with breakfast, Xiao Jiangran was already awake.

He saw someone and instinctively tried to stand up, but ended up pulling at his wound and falling down again, wincing in pain. A few tears welled up in his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were crimson.

Shen Jin was stunned. After several breaths, he put breakfast on the table.

"Why did you wake up so early?"

"I didn't prepare your breakfast."

Xiao Jiangran panted: "It doesn't matter, I don't want to eat now."

"I'm sorry I can't have dinner with you."

He gasped three times after each sentence, and it made people want to cover his mouth.

Shen Jin: "Don't talk."

She moved a chair and sat beside the bed, holding a bun in her hand, as if waiting for something.

Just when Xiao Jiangran was puzzled, he saw Wen Fu approaching with a bowl of medicine soup and placing it on the table.

Shen Jin said: "You take the medicine and I eat, it can be considered as having breakfast together."

Xiao Jiangran: ...

Shen Jin took a bite of the bun and realized that he couldn't drink the medicine while lying down.

"Shall I feed you?"

"Okay." Afraid of being rejected, Xiao Jiangran answered quickly, and then his ears secretly turned red.

Shen Jin tested the temperature and confirmed that it was edible before scooping up a spoonful and bringing it to his lips.

Xiao Jiangran was very cooperative, and the person who fed him the medicine also felt a sense of accomplishment.

So Shen Jin took a bite of the bun and fed him a mouthful of medicine.

I finished eating the buns but not all the medicine, and I felt a little unsatisfied.

She licked her lips.

"Not full?" Xiao Jiangran's eyes lit up. In the past, Shen Jin would always have three buns. One less, one more, wouldn't do.

Shen Jin was a little confused and smacked his lips: "It seems like he still wants to eat."

Strange, she doesn't need to eat human breakfast.

Xiao Jiangran spoke with a smile: "Ask Wen Fu to bring a plate of cakes. The medicine is too bitter, I want to eat it too."

Then it became Shen Jin taking a bite of pastry and Xiao Jiangran taking a bite of medicine.

Until the last piece of cake, Shen Jin broke it into two halves, stuffing one half into his mouth and the other half into Xiao Jiangran's stomach.

"There are too many people during the day, so I'll leave first and come see you in the evening."

Shen Jin instructed and helped him wipe off the remaining medicine stains from the corners of his mouth.

He bent down again.

Xiao Jiangran even stopped breathing, staring intently at her movements. His heartbeat quickened, and the wound became more painful, making him more awake.

He closed his eyes subconsciously.

I heard a low voice beside my ear, with a smile: "Don't be discovered, Brother Xiao."

"According to your injuries, you will be in a coma for at least three days and lie down for a month."

Xiao Jiangran's brain was dizzy and his Adam's apple rolled: "Okay."

After Shen Jin left, Xiao Jiangran called Wen Fu over and said, "If anyone comes in these days, tell them that I'm still unconscious and need to rest."

"It's your son."

The room returned to silence, but Xiao Jiangran lay on the bed and could no longer fall asleep.

It was with great difficulty that he finally used official business to get Shen Jin, who was lingering in his mind, out of the way.

He originally speculated that the hunting incident was a trap set by King Ping, but he didn't expect that he really wanted to take the emperor's life.

Therefore, it couldn't have been King Ping. At the very least, it couldn't have been King Ping who shot the emperor's horse with an arrow after it was startled.

If the emperor died in the hunting ground now, who would be the biggest beneficiary?

Xiao Jiangran slowly uttered a name: King You.

Only he, the Crown Prince You Wang, would wish for the Emperor to die unexpectedly. This would give him the legitimate opportunity to restore order, inherit the throne in filial piety, and expel the prince.

Everyone knew this. Prince Ping's plan would certainly not harm his father's life, but would simply help the Crown Prince.

Then, this Prince Yu who "faded out of the government" is not that simple.

The most surprising thing was the second prince, Prince An. When the arrow shot him in the heart, he still had the mind to grasp the reactions of everyone present.

Prince An was stunned at first, not because he was horrified by the emperor's injury, but because he was surprised by Xiao Jiangran's existence.

After that, he was calm, then changed his expression to one of concern, and rushed to the emperor to act like a filial son.

It was conceivable that he was also aware of the plan. If nothing unexpected happened, Prince An would soon take action against the cabinet.

"We should rely on the wind for strength."

The only pity is that the things Shen Jin sent were thrown away as rags.