When I saw Xiahou Chongyuan, he was awake, but his consciousness was very vague.

It was already getting light in the sky, and Song Qingxue easily saw him lying on the ground when she arrived.

"Xiahou Chongyuan..."

Song Qingxue shouted anxiously and quickly stepped over the threshold and walked forward.

Xiahou Chongyuan heard her voice, but his eyelids felt extremely heavy and he couldn't lift them to look at her.

"How are you?"

Song Qingxue squatted down beside him, took his hand and wanted to feel his pulse, but the wrist under her fingertips was so cold that her hand trembled.

Xiahou Chongyuan opened his eyes with difficulty and could only see her face clearly. He didn't even have time to open his mouth before he fainted.

"Xiahou Chongyuan!"

Song Qingxue screamed, her head buzzing, and she didn't know what to do.

She forced herself to calm down, suppressed the trembling of her hands and pressed her fingertips on his wrist.

The rapid and chaotic pulse almost disturbed her mind.

Looking up at his pale face and blackened lips, she silently untied her cloak and put it on him.

Xiahou Chongyuan was poisoned and his condition was extremely dangerous. If he was not treated quickly, he would be paralyzed on one side even if he didn't die.

But she didn't bring anything with her when she went out, there was a vast expanse of snow outside, and she couldn't find any emergency herbs.

Looking up at the horse guarding outside the door, Song Qingxue hurriedly got up and called it to the door, and then tried to pull Xiahou Chongyuan up.

But Xiahou Chongyuan was unconscious now, and he looked very heavy. Although the original owner was several times stronger than an ordinary woman, she could only barely help him up.

The horse's back was too high, and she couldn't get Xiahou Chongyuan on it at all.

"what to do?"

"Xiahou Chongyuan, what should I do?"

"Why don't you bring your secret guards?"

"Xiahou Chongyuan..."

Looking at the heavy snow and wind outside the door, he could only keep calling Xiahou Chongyuan's name.

This place is too far from the palace, and it's windy and snowy outside. She can't bring him back by herself.

Song Qingxue's hands were frozen, and Xiahou Chongyuan's body did not have enough strength to support him, so he fell to the ground.

She could only grit her teeth and help Xiahou Chongyuan to a place sheltered from the wind and put him down.

She sat next to Xiahou Chongyuan, feeling sleepy and cold, but she did not dare to close her eyes.

It seemed that the poison was beginning to take effect on Xiahou Chongyuan. He was originally unconscious, but suddenly he began to speak.

"Cold, so cold..."

"Song Qingxue...it's so cold..."

"Xiahou Chongyuan?"

When Song Qingxue heard him calling her name, she called him a few times in a hurry, but he didn't respond. He just kept shouting "Leng" incoherently.

She straightened her cloak and wrapped him tightly, then held his cold hands in hers and rubbed them anxiously, trying to warm them up.

But in the cold wind, the temperature of her palm always seemed insignificant.

Xiahou Chongyuan's cry of coldness did not stop, and in desperation, she crawled into his cloak and hugged him tightly.

Still cold!

Song Qingxue didn't know what to do. She buried her face in Xiahou Chongyuan's chest. The smell of blood in her nose was so strong that it made her eyes moist.

When it was bright, Song Qingxue heard people around her calling the prince and princess, so she quickly got up and ran out.

A group of people came from afar, and Liu Huan was walking in front.

"Over here! Liu Huan! I'm here!!" Song Qingxue quickly waved and shouted.

A group of people heard her voice and rushed over here.

"My Queen!" Liu Huan ran over crying, "My Queen, I finally found you!"

Song Qingxue didn't bother to comfort her. She patted her shoulder and said "It's okay", then quickly asked the guards to take Xiahou Chongyuan back.

As soon as he returned home, the news that Xiahou Chongyuan was poisoned and unconscious quickly spread throughout the palace.

Song Qingxue didn't have time to care about it. She went back and wrote a prescription and gave it to Liu Huan, asking her to get the medicine quickly.

As soon as Liu Huan left, she asked the maid in the yard to guard the door and not let anyone in. Then she closed the door and took out a bag of silver needles.

After a simple disinfection, she took off Xiahou Chongyuan's clothes and inserted a needle into his vital points.

After the injection, she asked someone to bring a basin of water, then she wrung out a handkerchief to wipe the blood off Xiahou Chongyuan's body and began to treat his wounds.

The wounds on his body were in relatively good condition, except for a cut on his leg where the flesh was ulcerated and the blood that flowed out was black.

She treated the other wounds first before starting to deal with the festering wound.

That wound was the source of the poison in Xiahou Chongyuan's body. Because the flesh had rotted, she had to cut out the rotten flesh before applying medicine to him.

However, such brutal treatment did not wake Xiahou Chongyuan up at all.

Song Qingxue's heart sank and her expression suddenly became solemn.

She applied the medicine silently and then removed the needle from Xiahou Chongyuan's body.

She raised her hand and felt Xiahou Chongyuan's forehead to confirm that he did not have a fever. She then checked his pulse again and felt that his pulse was much more stable than before, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what, his life was saved.

As for the rest, we can only wait until he wakes up before making plans.

Song Qingxue packed up the silver needles and asked the maid to come in and bring out the water. She wanted to take a bath, change clothes and then go to rest, but she had just asked someone to prepare hot water, and when she turned back to the house, there was already someone standing in her room.

She had never met this person.

This man was tall, with a fang mask on his face and a black outfit that didn't match the snowy and cold weather outside.

Song Qingxue was so scared that she took a few steps back, her back pressed against the door, but she didn't dare to scream.

Her intuition told her that this man was one of the secret guards Xiahou Chongyuan had raised. Because it was written in the original text that the secret guards he raised were dressed like this.

She calmed herself down a bit and wanted to say something, but she heard the other party speak: "My lady, when will the master wake up?"

Hearing this, she thought to herself, as expected, and she was completely relieved.

"I'm not sure about that, but I should be able to wake up at night."

"Thank you, my lady."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man disappeared from the house in the blink of an eye.

Oh shit!

Song Qingxue was dumbfounded. Apart from these two words, she really couldn't think of any other words to describe her shock at the moment.

Is this the legendary dark guard?

He is truly as ghostly as a ghost, and his invisibility skills are top-notch!

After witnessing the secret guard disappear from her sight, Song Qingxue wanted to curse Xiahou Chongyuan even more.

He clearly has a group of secret guards with profound martial arts skills, but he never likes to lead any of them with him, and always ends up with injuries.

Really, being in a high position and knowing that there are people eyeing his life at all times, shouldn't he have a higher sense of security?

I don’t understand what he is thinking!

When he wakes up, I must have a good talk with him about the issue of safety.

He himself must take it seriously!

Otherwise, he might be lucky enough to save his life once or twice, but if it happens more than once, he might not be so lucky.

And this time, she couldn't guarantee that his body would recover completely.

After all, he was poisoned and had been freezing all night in such a cold weather.

Song Qingxue was worried and no longer sleepy. After the servants prepared the water, she took a bath and changed her clothes, then stayed by Xiahou Chongyuan's bed.

Xiahou Chongyuan woke up much earlier than she expected, just after mid-afternoon. Liu Huan brought the boiled medicine to him. When Song Qingxue was thinking about how to feed him the medicine, he opened his eyes.

As soon as he woke up, he coughed several times.

Song Qingxue turned around and saw his ink-black eyes.

"You're awake!" Song Qingxue was overjoyed, "That's great, drink the medicine quickly."

As she spoke, she brought the bowl of medicine on the table to the bed.

Xiahou Chongyuan wanted to raise his hand to take it, but because he had been frozen for too long last night, he was so weak that he couldn't even raise his hand.

Song Qingxue saw his embarrassment at a glance and said quickly: "Forget it, you are a patient, I will feed you."

"Yes, thank you."