Genius Maiden Transmigrates: The Empress of Weapons

Choosing between saving and not saving, the little guys are busy and do not dare to talk.But the stewards didn't dare to say more, and they would not have the courage to be good people.

Half of the tea time has passed, but the housekeeper has not yet come up with a proper way.After further delay, this person's breath may be broken at any time.

Sin, sinning, seeing death and not saving, that is going to hell.

A touch of fragrant wind hit the nose of the housekeeper, a light red embroidered long dress appeared in front of him, and a few peonies bloomed proudly at the skirt.The woman didn't greet anyone, and went straight to the unconscious man's side to squat down, and first probed his nose.

After confirming that the man still had a breath, the woman did not fear to hold his hand dirty, hug her clothes, and check the degree of frostbite.

"Let someone find a bed board and carry it in." The woman turned her head and ordered directly.

The housekeeper recognized this, it was Princess Yizun.He was soft under his feet, and he said that the sun came out to the west. The master was busy today, and he was willing to come out.

It seems that the Princess wanted to save people.I really didn't expect that this master was kind-hearted.

The prince is notoriously pampering the princess, even if this person accidentally swallowed, I believe it will not blame more.

The butler trotting and following behind zero said, "Master, there is a room in the Western Chamber. Send him there. The minions will arrange it and try their best to treat it."

Jixiang gently shook his head, "There are other wounds on his body, and he is too cold to lose consciousness. If you can't save him, you should still go to the Nuanyang Pavilion, maybe there is a little life."

She wasn't quite sure, but she still knew some treatments.

Whether this person can live or not depends on whether he is big enough.She can only do her best to know her destiny and do her best.

The old housekeeper hesitated, "Master, the Nuanyang Pavilion is your place. It is inappropriate to let a person of unknown identity live in."

Even a half-dead man is a real big man.

These words spread out so that they were not good to hear. The prince came back and knew that he had to pick him up.

"It's okay." Jixiang shook his head stubbornly, insisting on it.

Her eyes fell on the man's long, messy hair, shining brightly in the sun, and a strange dark red.There are also surprisingly familiar facial features, with sharp cutting and sharp edges.It's just that the clothes and clothes he wears are different, otherwise she really wants to think that she has passed through time and space again and returned to the future.

When Xuanyuan Yao returned from the palace, as soon as he entered the palace, he saw that the old housekeeper's hands were inserted in the sleeves, and he turned around in circles, and did not know whether it was cold or urgent.

Finally seeing the prince came back, the housekeeper hurried forward to take the horse reins."Yeah, you are finally back."

Xuanyuan Yao read a guilty conscience from his look, "What's wrong?"

"Yes, there is a little thing." The butler changed hands and held his horse, subconsciously trying to hide away, lest the prince would listen and beat him directly.He is old, and his arms and legs can't stand tossing.

"Early this morning, a man's cold collapsed to the door of the palace. It didn't look like a beggar. It should be a man in distress. The slave wanted to reach out and save a hand, but when he thought about it, the princess saw it..."

The butler's small eyes peeped upwards and wanted to speculate on the thoughts of the prince. Unexpectedly, Xuanyuan Yao was waiting for him to say the following, a pair of overbearing cold eyes stared at him quietly.