Traveling through the elf palace master play the king

The breeze blew through the window, sweeping away the faint medicinal smell that spread in the room, bringing in the fresh morning air.

The room was still quiet and solemn. Murong Mingxun's face was as white as jade, as cold as ice, but his eyes were as gentle as water. He wrung out the cloth in his hand and wiped his green face and hands.

Qing Qing's face was still as pale as paper, and his eyes were tightly closed.

He let out a long sigh, lowered his eyelids, his eyes dim, trying to suppress the disappointment and panic welling up in his heart.

Qingqing, who was unconscious on the bed, moved her fingers twice.

Her mind kept thinking about the murmurs, who were they like chanting sutras. Could she be dreaming? Murong Mingxun was sitting on the edge of the bed, gently holding her face and calling her in a low voice.

name.

"Qingqing..."

The suppressed and bitter voice spoke of pain, and he hoped that he could wake her up and stop her from sleeping.

Who was calling her? Her groggy brain gradually became clear in the call. It was a man's voice. Who could it be? Shuyu? Duanmu? None. Gradually, she identified the owner of the voice - Murong Ming.

Xun.

She struggled, trying to see clearly. She slowly clasped her hands slightly, her long eyelashes trembling, and she tried hard to open her eyelids, which were as heavy as a thousand pounds. What suddenly came into view was an ecstatic face.

Her heart couldn't help but tremble, and the slightly haggard handsome face in front of her made her feel heartache. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't make a sound, so she could only slowly raise her hand.

His hand was suddenly held, and a wave of warmth spread from his fingertips.

"You finally woke up!" Murong Mingxun was overjoyed, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

"Hey! Stop trembling..." Qingqing smiled faintly. This man had suffered a lot for himself.

She was trying to get up, but she accidentally pulled the wound on her back. The pain made her grit her teeth. Then she recalled what happened before she was assassinated and fainted.

"Don't move!" He hurriedly stopped her and comforted her with a bit of distress, "You are injured on the back. It's better to lie on the bed. Don't show off."

Qingqing insisted on getting up. She felt that her whole body seemed to be scattered, soft and sluggish. He had no choice but to carefully lift her up, cushion the backrest, try to avoid her wounds, and let her lean back comfortably.

"My life is really not that big. I can't die no matter what." Qingqing stuck out her tongue playfully.

"Are you stupid? I said I will handle everything, why are you restless? You think you won't bleed, you think you are a god! Do you know I am worried about you? You bad girl" Murong

Mingxun's words made Qingqing not sure how to answer.

"You still blame me when I'm like this? You're saying that I also wanted to give Xiaoyue a ride." Thinking of the poor maid, Qingqing felt uncomfortable. As the saying goes, "I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me."

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"Don't think too much, everything is over, I won't let you get hurt anymore," Murong Mingxun said firmly, reaching out to take Qingqing into his arms.