Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 773: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

Jackdaw and Hanming looked at each other.

Finally, Han Ming took a half step forward: "His Majesty ordered us to verify...whether the Imperial Concubine was present at the Ruixue Banquet fifteen years ago."

The night wind suddenly blew and passed through the three people.

After listening to the report, Wen Yu suddenly held his forehead and laughed, with a hint of madness in his laughter.

It really was that day.

No wonder there was half a piece of cooled ice cream on the table when he woke up.

No wonder he always woke up under the mottled walls of the Mo Palace.

Between Ah Heng and the Emperor's brother...

Ah.

Reason told him that there was no right or wrong in this matter, but the resentment surging in his chest almost tore him apart.

Why can't he and the girl he likes even stay together forever?

Why!

The dagger went deeper.

Blood dripped through fingers, forming dark flowers on the bluestone slabs.

The ticking sound was like a night watchman urging death.

"Second Young Master!"

Jackdaw was quick-witted and quick-handed, and he stepped forward and grabbed the wrist of his knife-holding wrist.

Han Ming attacked at the same time, chopping his neck accurately with a knife.

When Wen Yu fell limply, the mutton-fat jade pendant on his waist hit the stone steps, leaving a fine crack.

Han Ming leaned over and carried the man on his back. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a tear of blood seeping out of the corner of his master's tightly closed eyes.

【alarm! alarm! 】

[It is detected that there is a 95% chance that the male protagonist Wen Yu will be indirectly killed by the host within five days. ]

[Record a violation and immediately execute a 30-minute freezing penalty. ]

At the same time, Song Yuesheng, who had just climbed over the palace wall, slipped and almost fell off the wall.

She held onto a protruding brick and her palm was rubbed sorely.

"What the hell?"

Wen Yu?

She didn’t kill...Wen Yu!

He actually wanted to kill her because of her?

A meal given to you when you are lonely is a true redemption literature.

Given Yu's feelings for her, if he went crazy...

Song Yuesheng clicked his tongue.

The "one-word memory" of this world has caused her great harm.

However, as soon as my toes touched the ground, I felt a piercing chill running up from the soles of my feet.

The system's punishment came quickly and severely, and Song Yuesheng felt his limbs begin to stiffen.

The footsteps of patrol guards could be heard in the distance, and frost was forming on her body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Song Yuesheng clenched his teeth and dug his nails deep into his palms.

With the last bit of consciousness she had, she suddenly exerted force to flip back into the wall. When she landed, her knees hit the bluestone slabs heavily, but she no longer felt the pain.

The footsteps of the guards in the distance were getting closer and closer, and the light of the torches cast swaying shadows on the palace walls.

"Was there any movement just now?"

"Go over there and take a look..."

She leaned against the cold palace wall, watching the frost spread from her fingertips, crawling over her wrists, arms, and finally up her neck like a living thing.

Every inch of skin covered with frost felt sharp pain, as if millions of ice needles were piercing the blood vessels at the same time.

Breathing became increasingly difficult, and vision began to blur...

Starry space.

The blue sparrow was flapping its wings to place bets on a cockfight when suddenly the whole space flashed with a blinding red light.

The alarm sounded shrill and piercing.

"Alarm! The host's vital signs are too low! Countdown 03:59:59!"

"Chirp?!"

The blue sparrow was so frightened that its feathers exploded and the chips under its claws scattered all over the ground.

It hurriedly called up the surveillance footage, only to see the words [Indirectly caused the male protagonist's death·Freezing punishment] clearly displayed on the big screen.

"It's finished, it's finished!"

It was so anxious that it kept circling on the console. "Gambling is killing the sparrow! Find help quickly!"

The monitoring range of Xinghai is limited to the vicinity of the host. Blue Sparrow thinks quickly and prints out notes and fonts that are consistent with this world in the system.

"Sister Yue is dying. Go to where she lives and save her."

After thinking for a while, it picked up the white jade hairpin that Song Yuesheng often wore when it flew out of the sea of ​​stars.

"Sister Yue, please bear with the pain."

It used the hairpin to cut a line on Song Yuesheng's arm, and after getting covered in blood, it quickly flew towards the direction of the Imperial Hospital.

All time stood still.

Shen Qihe was still opening the medicine cabinet when Lan Maque stuffed the note and hairpin into his palm.

After doing all this, it quickly flew back to the sea of ​​stars.

The moment it disappeared, time in this world began to flow again.

Shen Qihe's fingers touched the porcelain bottle in the medicine cabinet, and he suddenly felt something strange on his palm.

He looked down and saw a familiar jade hairpin lying quietly in the palm of his hand, with a little blood on the head.

He unfolded the note and the words on it made his pupils shrink suddenly.

"Song Yuesheng..."

He subconsciously wanted to rush out the door, but stopped the moment he took a step.

If she was really injured, why didn't she send someone to summon her?

What's more, His Majesty is in Qiwu Palace right now...

Shen Qihe's fingertips dug deeply into his palm, and finally he turned back to the medicine cabinet to continue preparing Zui Xianyao's antidote.

Only this time, his movements were more than three times faster than usual, and the medicine grinder and the mortar made a rapid sound when they collided.

"boom!"

A quarter of an hour later, the window frame was suddenly knocked open, and a black shadow swiftly flipped into the room.

"Jackdaw Guard?"

"Your Majesty's orders to get the herbs to stop the bleeding and heal the wounds."

The medicine grinder in Shen Qihe's hand fell on the table with a clang.

His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was a little tight: "Is... Concubine Heng injured?"

The iron mask of the Jackdaw turned towards him, the gaze behind the eye sockets sharp as a knife.

"Doctor Shen, if you delay the time, even your own lives will not be enough to compensate you."

Shen Qihe didn't ask any more questions. He turned around, took out the best wound medicine and hemostatic powder from the medicine cabinet, and wrapped it up with swift movements.

"Give."

But when Jackdaw took the bag, Shen Qihe keenly smelled a faint smell of blood.

There was a knock on the clapper outside the window.

The figure of the jackdaw had long disappeared into the night.

Shen Qihe stood in front of the medicine cabinet, his fingers unconsciously stroking the white jade hairpin.

Sudden.

The medicine box snapped shut.

Shen Qihe finally picked up the medicine box and pushed open the door of the Imperial Hospital.

When he turned the corner of the vermilion palace wall, a figure suddenly flashed out from the darkness and he almost collided with it.

"The chess girl?" Shen Qihe steadied himself and recognized the person in the moonlight.

The usually calm palace maid now had her hair slightly messy.

"Why is Doctor Shen here?"

Zhiqi rarely showed a look of surprise, and then took a step forward as if grasping a life-saving straw, "I was just about to go to the Imperial Hospital to ask you! The Queen..."

Shen Qihe's heart sank suddenly, and the leather belt of the medicine box left deep marks on his palms.

"But Concubine Heng was injured?"

"How do you know?" Zhiqi's pupils slightly dilated, and his voice was very low, "I don't know why the queen suddenly fainted by the wall, and her body was as cold as ice..."

"There is still a wound on his arm. He won't wake up no matter how I call him. Zhenshu is already frightened, so I have no choice but to..."

Shen Qihe took a step forward without waiting for her to finish. The medicine box shook violently with his steps, and the porcelain bottles inside collided with each other, making crisp sounds.

He trotted after her.

After turning two palace walls, the outline of Qiwu Palace gradually became clear.

The bedroom was brightly lit with candles.

As soon as Shen Qihe stepped into the inner room, he was shocked by the scene before him.

The person who was apparently full of energy two hours ago, was now lying quietly on the bed.

His face was as pale as paper, and his lips were an abnormal purple color.

What was even more horrifying was that a thin layer of frost had condensed on Song Yuesheng's exposed skin, which glowed strangely under the candlelight.

Zhenshu was kneeling beside the bed, wiping his master's arms with a hot towel.

But the frost that had just melted condensed again in the blink of an eye.

"Doctor Shen..." Her voice trembled, "Please, please save the queen..."

Shen Qihe walked forward quickly and saw that there was a long and thin wound on Song Yuesheng's right arm, and the edge had turned white.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

It’s the white jade hairpin.

This is the purpose of the person in the dark giving him the note.

she really...