The Little Medical Concubine of the God of War

Xu Zhizhou stood for a while and said, "Go down, protect the eldest son."

"Yes, the subordinate retires."

Xu Zhizhou looked at the uncompleted snow on the treetops in front of him, and there was a trace of emotion in his eyes. He muttered, eldest brother, you have always been dignified and self-sufficient, but this time you have committed a crime for someone who is almost irrelevant. Risk, the injury, is it worth it?

Xu Zhizhou is very proficient in history and etiquette, but it is also because of this that he feels that such a thing is impossible. Since ancient times, men and women have been the most orthodox thinking. The habit of breaking sleeves between men and men, even if the eldest brother is like an immortal. The person is the object of all girls' admiration.

But... After all, Ji Xiaoyao is a man. Can he accept that a man likes him? Can he accept being with a man? There will be no children, and will not succeed the Ji family.

Xu Zhizhou couldn't understand, why would such a smart man like his eldest brother?

And the eldest brother seemed to know what was going to happen. After the carriage of the Regent Palace came out of the capital, they immediately followed the eldest brother to the city closest to Hanling Pass. Although they still don’t know what happened, these few The news in the Japanese capital is cut off, and I want to know what bad things have happened.

"Second brother, is there no news from the eldest brother?" Xu Zhiyu appeared behind him at some unknown time. He was obviously not asleep either. Since they came to Shangyong, the eldest brother has disappeared inexplicably.

"Big brother has important things to do, wait a minute." Xu Zhizhou didn't tell him the news of Xu Zhimo. After all, Xu Zhiyu is young, and the one who respects the most is the eldest brother. If you know this, in case of impulse, do it. What happened, it was the big brother who suffered in the end.

"Oh, brother, don't you go to rest?"

"...Let's go." Xu Zhizhou knew that he was worried and worried. The eldest brother had always had his own ideas and would never put himself at a disadvantage, but this time, will it be the same? Is there such a great thing about love?

But facts have proved that love is such a powerful thing. One-way love may be bitter, but two-way secret love is often bitter and sweet.

The battle at Hanling Pass was still going on, and there was absolutely no postponement due to Mo Wenli's enthronement.

Ji Xiaoyao was standing on the city wall in a purple fox fur. He didn’t wear battle armor today, because today they started defending the city again. The living dead dangling under the city wall had already lacked arms and legs, but they still supported it. A broken body refused to leave.

The ground outside the city wall has been stained red with blood, and the limbs of the living dead are scattered among a patch of red. Of course, there are also bodies of soldiers in Han Lingguan.

It was the same scene back then. When he followed Mo Jinyao to the border, there were corpses everywhere, mountains and rivers broken.

Today, under the city wall is still such a scene. If there is no way to deal with these living dead, the people in the gate will be exhausted sooner or later, and then...

Ji Xiaoyao dare not think, nor can he think...

"Is there still no news from the capital?"

"No..." Qin Sheng and Ji Xiaoyao stood side by side on the city wall, their voices low.

The letters sent out seemed to sink into the ocean, without any news, but it was even more tormenting.

Behind him came the servant's somewhat messy footsteps.

"Wang...Master, it's okay...Master Xu...Master Xu fainted!"

Ji Xiaoyao's pupils shrank, almost unable to maintain Mo Jinyao's unique sense of indifference.

"You are here to guard."

This is to Qin Sheng.

"It's... the prince!"

Ji Xiaoyao didn't hear what Qin Sheng said clearly. After speaking, he performed light work and disappeared on the tower.

The door was pushed open and closed again.

In Xu Zhimo's room, the medical officer had arrived long ago and was examining Xu Zhimo's pulse. Ji Xiaoyao arrived at the bedside. The medical officer hurriedly wanted to get up and salute, but was stopped by raising his hand.

Xu Zhimo still had to lie on the bed. The only difference was that at this time, the man's eyes were closed tightly and his face was paler than before. Ji Xiaoyao looked at him, his heart aching.

"What's wrong with Mr. Xu? Is the wound on his back worsening?"

Ji Xiaoyao may not have felt the tremor and eagerness in his voice.

"Back to the prince, Mr. Xu... Mr. Xu is afraid that he has been poisoned."

Ji Xiaoyao was stunned, as if a sap hit his head. Medium Gu? He's fine, how...how can it be Gu?

"No...no, he has never touched..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Ji Xiaoyao suddenly thought of the poisonous gu person. His whole body was bruised and he had long been fused with the gu worm. The blood naturally had its own gu poison. If it is an ordinary person, the wound will be touched a little, I'm afraid His life was long a long time ago, and Xu Zhimo's back was exploded by the force of the poisonous Gu's self-detonation. How could he escape?

"Is there any way?" Ji Xiaoyao looked at the medical officer.

"Going back to the lord... the Gu poison in Master Xu's body has only occurred now, which is considered a miracle. This kind of poison is fierce and abnormal, or in other words, it is not a poison at all..."

"Say the point!" Ji Xiaoyao's brows were almost knotted.

"Yes, yes, the old minister prescribes some medicine for the son, but it can only suppress the poison and prevent him from spreading... but one month later..." The medical officer closed his eyes and couldn't say anything.

Mr. Xu is a well-known beautiful man in the world. He is like an immortal person, and he is full of poetry and books. He has an extraordinary temperament. Who would not like it, but such a person, but he will die soon, who will not regret it?

"Get out."

"Lord..."

"This king told you to go out!" Ji Xiaoyao roared.

"...Yes, Lord."

The medical officer was taken aback, and what he had not said was completely swallowed back into his stomach. He dared not speak any more, picked up the medicine box and hurriedly pushed the door out.

Inside the house

Ji Xiaoyao just stood by the head of the bed like this, always standing, like a puppet.

After a while, he moved his fingers, slowly raised his hand, and brushed his fingertips across Xu Zhimo's pale face. There was a stove in the room. The room was warm, but his face was cold.

Ji Xiaoyao finally couldn't stretch it anymore, took off the human skin mask on his face, his eyes were a little red.

Murmured,

"Xu Zhimo, you shouldn't save me..."

The man on the bed didn't know when he opened his eyes, but his eyes were still hazy just now. When he finally saw the person in front of the bed, he also saw his red eyes.

"What's the matter? You...cry?" Xu Zhimo's voice was not like the fresh spring water in the past, but rather hoarse.

Ji Xiaoyao fiercely rubbed his face with his sleeve, utterly inconsistent.

"I didn't cry."

"Okay, you didn't cry. Don't blame you, it's my own opinion to block it for you, don't blame yourself." Xu Zhimo's voice was very gentle, with a touch of pampering.