The two of them fell and flew away, and they hit an assassin. The encirclement was torn apart. Yan Si took advantage of the situation to deal with the assassins and protected Wen Wenlan.

Zhou Mohuai hit the ground heavily, his eyes turned black and could not see clearly, and he couldn't stand up.

Wei Kunxiu, who was smashed away, took advantage of the situation and quickly turned to Zhou Mohuai. He rushed towards the dagger on Zhou Mohuai's chest. If the dagger was pulled out like this, Zhou Mohuai would soon die of excessive blood loss.

Zhou Mohuai moved his body and could no longer avoid it. He stared at Wei Kunxiu, who was red-eyed, clenched his fists and accumulated strength, and waited for Wei Kunxiu to approach, and gave the last blow in his life.

Seeing that the hands with blue veins were about to touch him, a long sword instantly intercepted the danger, Wei Kunyu was taken away by Yan Si.

Zhou Mohuai breathed a sigh of relief. He lay on his back on the cold ground. The gorgeous dome of the Purple Light Hall turned into stars, either bright or dark, around him. Zhou Mohuai touched his chest, and he could clearly feel that life was flowing away quickly with the overflowing blood.

This time it was too fast, Zhou Mohuai closed his eyes gently and even teased himself.

"Mo Huai!" Wen Wenlan rushed over, and she watched Zhou Mo Huai fall in front of her. His gorgeous dress was stained with deep marks, like the other side of the Forgetful River in the Yellow Spring, blooming on the edge of death.

Zhou Mohuai raised his still-moving right hand and signaled Wen Wenlan to lie here and not move him. His wound hurts so much that it hurts more than any previous injury, so painful that he suspected that he had been torn apart.

Wen Wenlan's nose felt sore, tears rolled in her eyes. She almost threw herself beside Zhou Mohuai, holding his hand, it was still hot.

"Why haven't the imperial doctor come yet? Lin Qingguo and Lin Qingcheng!" Wen Wenlan walked on the edge of the explosion, with a crying voice mixed in a fierce tone, "Why are you so slow!"

He settled the ministers and envoys behind the side hall without saying a word and came over quickly. Yan Si led by Si Ran captured all the remaining assassins alive, waiting for Wen Wenlan's order to carry out the next action. He stood beside Wen Lan and did not dare to speak.

"Let me see." Zuo Heng's voice broke the dead silence in the Purple Light Hall. He frowned and leaned over, "How do you feel now?"

Zuo Heng looked at the location of Zhou Mohuai's wound. It was not a vital point. It was logical that there was no big danger, but why did Zhou Mohuai look like he was about to die?

"Dirty, the wound is particularly painful, and the left side is numb." Zhou Mohuai's words popped out intermittently, and his breathing was still stable.

Zuo Heng pinched Zhou Mohuai's left hand to take his pulse, and then pinched his left arm. He didn't feel it, and then knocked Zhou Mohuai's left leg. Still no sense. Zuo Heng frowned. Could it be that the knife had anesthetics on the knife?

He raised his hand and was startled by the bright red blood. When he lowered his head, there was already a pool of blood trapped under Zhou Mohuai. He looked in the direction of the previous fight between Zhou Mohuai and Wei Kun, and the blood fell all the way.

The dagger was still inserted into Zhou Mohuai's body, and the blood was flowing too much and too fast.

Zuo Heng gently sniffed the blood stained on his fingertips, and his face darkened, "He is fine for the time being, and we will talk about the specific matters when the imperial doctor comes."

Lin Qingguo and Lin Qingcheng arrived soon. While Lin Qingguo was checking Zhou Mohuai's injuries, Zuo Heng pulled Lin Qingcheng aside and muttered. Wen Wenlan was devoted to this, but he didn't pay attention.

"Your Majesty, General Zhou's pulse is stable and his injuries are not very serious. Such symptoms should be that the assassin applied medicine to the dagger. Judging from the current situation, it should not be poison." Lin Qingguo fed Zhou Mohuai a pill to relieve his pain. "The most important thing is to send General Zhou to the room, pull out the dagger, and then rest in bed."

"Okay, send it to Yingyue Palace." Wen Wenlan's voice was also trembling that she didn't notice. She was still in her heart still in fear, as long as Zhou Mohuai was not in danger.

"Your Majesty, it's not very appropriate to send him to Shadow Moon Palace." Busy frowned.

The Shadow Moon Palace is the bedroom of His Majesty in Xingqing Palace. Zhou Mohuai is not the royal husband now, and he is covered in blood. If you go in rashly, you will bump into the dragon energy of the Shadow Moon Palace.

Wen Wenlan lowered her face, and she was still thinking about these things. She was about to speak out, but someone took the lead.

"Send to Yihua Palace." Wen Shiqing came here at some time. Yihua Palace was the bedroom that Wen Shiqing used to be in the palace. Now he is in the outer palace, and the Yihua Palace has been empty. "Yihua Palace is so close, it is convenient, so it is really not suitable to send it to you."

Since she said so, Wen Wenlan had no choice but to agree. She quickly asked Yan Si to carry Zhou Mohua to Yihua Palace, and then ordered him to stay for the aftermath without saying a word.

Today's events not only scared the Southern Dynasty, but also left all the faces of the Southern Dynasty.

On the way to Yihua Palace, Lin Qingguo and Lin Qingcheng got angry. After hearing what Lin Qingcheng said, Lin Qingguo's expression also darkened. They agreed on the next matter and sent additional personnel to the Imperial Hospital and the Imperial Pharmacy to get things.

Especially if you have one thing, it is essential.

The Yihua Palace was cleaned up. Yan Si carefully placed Zhou Mohuai on the bed, and the blood beads followed along. Zhou Mohuai's left clothes were soaked.

"Before drawing the sword, I have something to tell Your Majesty." After Lin Qingguo took Zhou Mohuai's vein, he took Lin Qingcheng to call Wen Wenlan aside.

Wen Wenlan saw that the two of them looked ugly and felt a little sad. She forced herself to calm down and comforted herself. It was because Zhou Mohuai's wound was too deep and difficult to deal with, but it was actually nothing.

"If you have something to do, tell me." Here, Zhou Mohuai couldn't hear them talking.

"According to the judgment of the son-in-law and the minister, the immortal flowers were applied to the dagger. The immortal flowers were good medicine to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. However, if it was overdose, the wound could not heal, and finally the blood would die. It was not poison that was better than poison, and it was even more painful than poison. Although there was a silver knife tail that could temporarily stop the bleeding, it was not a cure. The medicine needed to be changed every day. Please ask Your Majesty to find a prescription that can cure it as soon as possible. Otherwise, three months later, the gods would be unable to turn the disease back."

Every time Lin Qingcheng said something, Wen Wenlan felt that the surroundings were cold and quiet. Wen Wenlan was in a trance of the bitter and cold hell. Every inch of skin and every inch of bone hurt like a knife. Her head was blank and her ears were buzzing.

It's just a dagger that is not a must-have, why has it been only three months?

"If you don't want General Zhou to suffer too much, I have a way to let General Zhou go more happily." Lin Qingguo was cautious and looked at Wen Wenlan's face and jumped out half a sentence.

There is no cure. Death is a matter of time, but it is just a matter of suffering.

However, there is no record of treatment in the medical books that exist in the world.

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I'm going to cry. Whether Zhou Mohuai can survive these three months depends on his life, tat.

He also wanted to accompany Wen Wenlan to read the memorials, train new dragon and lions, coax Wenlan to sleep, and eat with Wen Wenlan. He can't die.

Wu Qi and Zuo Heng’s wedding date have been set, he hasn’t yet, he wants to get married to Wen Wenlan.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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