The besties traveled through the book together, and the prince and general became abandoned husbands

The man's voice rang in her ears, and Xu Junjun's fingertips trembled. She watched the man stand in front of her, casting a light and shadow to shield her from the wind and rain.

"master."

Weidong was anxious:

"Let Miss Xu come."

The identity of their master is already sensitive. If something happens to the emperor later, and it is revealed that the person who drew the sword was the master, who knows what the ministers outside will do.

Wei Dong didn't want his master to be charged with regicide, so he quickly spoke out to stop him.

Jun Xiaochen glanced at him, his tone cold:

"If you keep talking, get out of here."

Jun Xiaochen's face was full of frost. He glanced coldly at Wei Dong's anxious face and looked at Xu Junjun beside him:

"Among those present, no one can match my control over the sword.

Let me do it. "

Meeting the man's serious eyes, Xu Junjun's heart trembled. She took a step back with full trust and handed the venue to Jun Xiaochen.

The old patriarch of the Shen clan rolled his eyes, not wanting to see Jun Xiaochen make a fool of himself:

"Okay, okay, stop dawdling.

If you delay any longer, your emperor will bleed to death before his sword is even drawn!"

Patriarch Shen was impatient to remind him. Xu Junjun stood behind the little emperor, grabbed his shoulders tightly, and took a deep breath.

"Let's do it."

Wei Dong and another personal guard held the emperor's limbs on the left and right to prevent him from waking up from the severe pain and struggling to get injured again.

After pressing it, Wei Dong, like everyone else in the hall, focused his gaze on Jun Xiaochen's palm.

Jun Xiaochen's expression was as calm as ever, as if nothing in the world could break his spirit.

He gripped the hilt of the sword with a calm expression, carefully looking at the flesh and blood that had been torn around the sword edge. After a few breaths of calm, he pulled it back violently under the gaze of everyone.

The sharp sword blade cut through the flesh again, and the little emperor groaned, and even his coma could not hide his pain.

The brown bloodstains around the wound were washed away by the gushing blood. Jun Xiaochen retreated with his sword, while Xu Junjun and Patriarch Shen Lao quickly took action.

Jun Xiaochen only knows how to kill people, not save them.

But this time, looking at the serious expressions of Xu Junjun and Clan Leader Shen, he was extremely grateful that his efficient killing skills could save the little emperor from suffering.

Patriarch Shen Lao fed the pills he had prepared long ago into the little emperor's mouth, quickly opened the hemostatic powder, and stuffed a few into Xu Junjun's hands.

The blood gushed out quickly. Xu Junjun looked through the skin into the depths of the wound and could almost see the slowly beating heart. It was bleeding and weak, as if it would stop beating at the next moment.

His heart sank to the bottom. Xu Junjun pressed the wound hard and sprinkled a large amount of hemostatic powder on it.

Xu Junjun treated the little emperor's chest wound, and the old patriarch Shen treated the wound on the little emperor's back. The two worked together and finally slowed down the bleeding that was gushing like a broken dam.

The catgut had been threaded onto the needle, and the bleeding had slowed down a bit. Xu Junjun and the old patriarch of the Shen clan each picked up a needle, lowered their heads, and sewed quickly.

As time passed, the bloody smell of the cold palace, which had just been cleaned, became stronger again.

The cool midnight breeze blew into the hall through the broken window, ruffling the black hair on Xu Junjun's cheeks, allowing Jun Xiaochen to see more clearly the fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

Jun Xiaochen stared at her focused and cold eyes for a moment, then shifted his gaze to look at her hands threading the needle. Her speed and technique in suturing were very skillful, and she even had more of a miraculous doctor temperament than the old patriarch of the Shen clan, which made Jun Xiaochen's heart confused and complicated.

The night wind blew, and the candlelight in the hall flickered. The guards immediately went to close the windows to prevent any evil wind from invading.

Wei Dong and the personal guard were still holding the little emperor down. Fortunately, the medicine that the old patriarch Shen gave the little emperor had an anesthetic effect, so he didn't have to experience the pain of piercing the skin.

This rapid rescue, from start to finish, took only the time of an incense stick.

But after the last stitch, Xu Junjun was completely exhausted.

The long needle that had been moving effortlessly between her fingers just now now seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, so heavy that she could hardly hold it steady.

Just before the long needle fell from her hand, Jun Xiaochen stepped forward, took her bloody hand, walked aside, and washed it in warm water.

The strange touch of the warm water flowing over the back of her hand gradually pulled Xu Junjun out of the terrifying and depressing atmosphere.

Xu Junjun came back to her senses a little, raised her eyes and met Jun Xiaochen's eyes as deep as a cold pond, and was frightened by the inquiry and scrutiny in his eyes.

"Jun, Jun Xiaochen?"

Xu Junjun pursed her lips, and her whole body was tense and alert.

Realizing that he had frightened her, Jun Xiaochen retracted his gaze and adjusted his expression:

"I'm sorry, I just remembered something and lost my composure.

are you hungry?

Would you like to eat something?"

After tossing and turning all night, feeling frightened and terrified, Jun Xiaochen was afraid that it would leave a shadow on Xu Junjun, so he wanted to use other things to divert her attention.

Xu Junjun stared at him blankly. Before she could say anything, another voice rang out like frost hitting an eggplant.

"You little brat, you don't know how to respect the elders at all.

Thinking back, it was me, the old man, who saved you!

Now that I'm in the imperial capital, you're treating me like a donkey, ordering me around to do a bunch of things, and I haven't heard a single word of your false concern.

How heartless! "

After scolding Jun Xiaochen, he still felt unsatisfied. After cleaning the blood off his body, the old patriarch Shen sat down on the only empty chair in the hall, leaning forward like a boneless person, and shouted:

“I’m hungry!

Ask the imperial kitchen to roast four squabs for me!

Roast it tender, I want it to go with wine!"

Jun Xiaochen ignored him, still looking at Xu Junjun with concern.

Xu Junjun felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, and continued following the words of the old patriarch Shen:

"I'm a little hungry, please eat something with me."

Xu Junjun knew without asking that Jun Xiaochen must have been dealing with something very important before coming to the cold palace and had no time to eat.

Anyway, no one can sleep right now, so it might as well eat something together to fill the stomach. After all, no one knows if we will be in the mood to eat tomorrow.

Jun Xiaochen nodded and asked Wei Dong to go down and give instructions.

Weidong strode away. Xu Junjun walked tiredly to the little emperor, looked at the ugly winding wound on his chest, took the soft and clean pajamas beside him, and wrapped his overly thin body in it.

"Carry him to the bed and lie him down. Be careful not to touch the wound."

Jun Xiaochen nodded and personally went forward to carry the little emperor to the big bed that had just been moved in.

When the sword was drawn just now, the little emperor's snow-white trousers were stained with blood. Jun Xiaochen put him down and ordered his personal guards to change his clothes.

Xu Junjun walked into the cold palace courtyard and stared blankly at the cracked and chipped floor tiles.

"Jun'er."

Jun Xiaochen came out at some point, and Xu Junjun didn't realize there was someone behind him until he spoke.

Xu Junjun was still a little dazed. She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

Jun Xiaochen didn't force her. He stood beside her silently, accompanying her as a guardian, waiting for her to calm down.

It was unknown how long it was until the voice of the old patriarch of the Shen clan was heard from the palace, urging him to eat and drink wine. Only then did Xu Junjun look up at the dark night with dark clouds rolling above his head and speak in a hoarse voice.

"Jun Xiaochen, do you blame me?"