She was drooling at what she saw here. Beside her, Qi Xingyun's expression changed little by little.

He stared at the blood on the chopping board, and suddenly felt a wave of tightness in his chest and panic.

His breathing began to become rapid, and then cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

His vision suddenly went dark, and Qi Xingyun suddenly slipped off the stool.

Along with it, the chair fell over and the tea bowl on the table was knocked over.

Hearing the noise, Yang Ruoqing instinctively turned her head and glanced to her side.

She was really shocked when she saw Qi Xingyun curled up on the ground, holding his head in his hands and struggling there.

He didn't bother to learn from his master anymore, so he hurriedly shouted towards the door of the house: "Come quickly, your master has fallen down!"

The guard broke into the door and was shocked when he saw Qi Xingyun's appearance.

Yang Ruoqing quickly stepped aside and let the guard help her.

"master……"

The guard had just arrived beside Qi Xingyun, and his outstretched hand had just touched Qi Xingyun's arm.

Suddenly, a sharp palm hit the guard. The guard flew backwards. His body hit the wall behind him and was bounced back. He lay on the ground and vomited a large mouthful of blood. After struggling for a few times, he fainted.

On the other side, Qi Xingyun was twitching on the ground, holding his head with both hands and moaning in pain like a trapped animal.

The cook was so frightened when he was cutting the venison that he dropped his knife at his feet.

Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

What is going on?

The majestic and virtuous king Qi Xingyun, who smiles whenever he meets everyone and never seems to lose his composure or show his bad temper, does he actually have such a violent side?

He even beats his own bodyguard. Could it be that he has some kind of schizophrenia?

"You go down first!"

Yang Ruoqing waved her hand towards the cook, and the cook ran out of the elegant room as if he had been pardoned.

Then, Yang Ruoqing came to Qi Xingyun.

"Prince Yun, how are you? Can you hear me?"

She didn't dare to help him up easily. Qi Xingyun's strength should not be underestimated.

She didn't want to be like that unfortunate guard.

Qi Xingyun was still holding his head, twitching on the ground, making painful sounds from his mouth.

"Do you have a headache? If you can hear me, try to control your emotions. Don't pat me. Let me take a look at your head. I know some medical skills!" Yang Ruoqing continued.

Qi Xingyun's twitching continued resolutely, but a difficult voice came out of his mouth: "Miss Yang, save, save me..."

save him?

Has he regained some sanity?

To save? Or not to save?

Save, it doesn't seem to do any harm to her.

No matter what, if he had any problems, she would be the last person to come into contact with him.

When the emperor investigates, she will be the most suspicious. She can escape for her own life, but what about her parents and children at home?

What about Tangyazi’s future? What about his younger brother Daan’s career?

Gritting her teeth, she must be saved!

On the one hand, Yang Ruoqing was on guard, but on the other hand, she came to Qi Xingyun and squatted down.

She turned Qi Xingyun over so that he was facing her.

Fortunately, she turned him over and he didn't even pat her.

"Is it a headache? Let me rub it for you!" she said, lowering her voice as much as possible to make her voice sound friendly, friendly and not aggressive at all.

I don't know if it was because of her voice or because he was trying hard to control it, but in short, Yang Ruoqing's hand smoothly touched Qi Xingyun's forehead.

His forehead was cold and covered in cold sweat.

The muscles and veins under the skin all swelled up, beating gently under her fingers.

She had had headaches like this before, and she could deeply feel the pain that her head was about to explode.

"Qi Xingyun, don't be nervous, relax, and do as I say..."

Her gentle and soft voice reached Qi Xingyun's ears.

Because she saw that his eyes were almost out of focus when she saw him in pain, and all the blood in his body seemed to be pouring into his eyes.

If you don't control it quickly, you'll go crazy again later.

"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, don't think about anything else, from now on, you can only hear my voice..."

Yang Ruoqing continued, a pair of fingers busy on Qi Xingyun's forehead.

Kneading and massaging with moderate intensity...

It happened that there was 'Peach Blossom Wine' on the table, so she spread some wine between her fingers and massaged his forehead again.

His dark hair is very smooth, and his hairline is tilted upward, revealing his full and open sky.

At this moment, he was lying flat on the ground, his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes closed tightly.

The long eyelashes fell down, casting a faint shadow under the eyes.

This was the first time Yang Ruoqing took a close look at his appearance at such a close distance.

It is undeniable that this man is really impeccable in appearance.

The eyebrows, eyes and facial features are three-dimensional and handsome, and every inch of the curvature is just right.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but sigh, in ancient times, the air was not polluted and everything was pure and natural.

Therefore, there is a lot more spiritual energy between heaven and earth, so that such a handsome and extraordinary man can be nourished?

From Luo Fengtang to Muzichuan, from Zuo Junmo to Qi Xingyun, as well as Daan and Zou Liner...

All of them are so good-looking, with excellent appearance and temperament.

Even the looks of Mu Zichuan and Daan can make women jealous!

While rubbing it, I was thinking wildly in my mind.

Suddenly, my legs felt heavy.

She looked down and was stunned.

Because it was convenient for her to rub his head, she sat on the ground at a ninety-degree angle to him.

Qi Xingyun, who was originally lying on his back, turned over and put his head on her lap.

Moreover, he reached out his hand and hugged her leg tightly.

She subconsciously wanted to push him down. Sister's legs are not your pillow.

After a push, he actually resisted despite being unconscious.

This resistance was not about hitting her violently, but like a child, she tightened her body in aggrieved and panic, and hugged her legs tighter with both hands.

"Mother and concubine..."

His sleepy voice reached Yang Ruoqing's ears, and she was stunned.

The hand hesitated in mid-air.

Is he having a nightmare?

Dreaming about his mother?

"Concubine, don't leave, don't leave Yun'er..."

His murmuring voice reached Yang Ruoqing's ears intermittently.

That handsome face was too pale to look human.

My whole body was trembling slightly, as if I was experiencing something terrible.

The hand that wanted to push him away fell gently on his head.

Caressing his dark hair: "Yun'er is not afraid, my mother and concubine are here..."

Yang Ruoqing stroked Qi Xingyun's black hair over and over again, repeating this sentence over and over again.

I used to think that a prince like him, who was born with a golden key in his mouth, would be the darling of a wealthy village.
Chapter completed!