About two hours later.

The brightly lit palace is guarded strictly, and the imperial guards and the Yulin Guards have at least twice as much as before.

On the corridor, the atmosphere was depressing.

Wherever Zhou Jian sat, waiting for the result of Doctor Jia.

His hands were covered in blood, shocking, all of them were from Wei Qingyi, and his heart ached faintly!

After all, it’s a hundred days for a couple to be kind to you in one night!

Sudden.

The rapid footsteps sounded, and the Qingtian Guard led by Mr. Ku came.

They had a tray in their hands: "Your Majesty."

Zhou Jian's Adam's apple rolled and slowly came to his senses. A bone-broken cold flashed in his pupils.

"Where is that old thief?"

Ku Lao's face looked slightly ugly and he submitted the pallet.

"Your Majesty, Huye cut off one of his arms and an ear, but failed to catch him."

"This person is well versed in the terrain of the palace and jumped down from the moat behind the palace. He didn't know his life or death, and the imperial guards were salvaging it."

"He was too seriously injured, so I guess... I shouldn't be able to survive."

"should?"

Zhou Jian's voice was raised, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

"Damn it, Your Majesty, forgive me!" Everyone bowed and did not dare to make excuses.

Zhou Jian's eyes were full of anger. If he hadn't been worried about Wei Qingyi, he would have to solve this old thing himself, and he must have had too many secrets about the north.

"Go and let Qin Zhen summon the army to salvage all the rivers that run through me, and live to see people and die to see corpses!"

"yes!"

Mr. Ku and others retreated immediately.

Bang!

After the man left, Zhou Jian punched the wooden pillar again.

Since the Xiaguang Tower in Xizhou, this old thief has been acting secretly, first destroying the evidence of the crime for many people in the north, and then assassinating Sun Long.

Shangguan Wan'er was injured because of this, and may have suffered from the root of the disease. Now another Wei Qingyi almost died.

His patience and anger have reached its limit!

Titicaca!!

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in secret: "I will not be a human being if I don't catch you in one go, and I will not smooth out the fangs of the north!"

Everyone around felt murderous aura, and their bodies were trembling, lowering their heads and daring not to speak.

In this way, the depressing atmosphere lasted for a long time.

A palace maid came over.

He said in fear and fear: "Your Majesty, Empress Wei has woken up."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt relieved.

If something really happens, it will be a shame. Your Majesty doesn’t know how angry he will be. He may confront the Northern King in the north directly!

Wow!

Without saying a word, Zhou Jian rushed into the palace with great strides.

Jia Yimo came up and said, "Your Majesty, fortunately, the wound is not deep, it is just an external injury, and there is no serious injury."

"I have shed too much blood, so I'll have to rest and recuperate for a while."

"As for the wound, I try to keep the Empress from leaving scars."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work in Dr. Jia, you can go down and rest first." Zhou Jian waved his hand, said too much, and went straight to the sick bed.

"Yes!" Jia Yimo nodded and left.

Qin Huairou did not disturb her, and all of them were retreated.

The empty palace, the lights swayed, very quiet.

Zhou Jian came to the head of the bed and looked at Wei Qingyi. A hint of heartache and a tenderness flashed through his eyes.

No matter what, they are all their own women.

Her face was pale, bloodless, her beautiful eyes were not shining, and she had bandages on her neck. She lay there motionless.

Zhou Jian took a deep breath and reached out to help her pinch the quilt.

But she turned away and looked at the other side, extremely cold.

For a moment, the scene froze.

But Zhou Jian was not angry.

"You took the initiative to seek death just now, but you actually don't want me to fall into danger, right?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Qingyi sneered.

The dried red lips moved slightly, and the voice was very low: "You look down on yourself too much."

Zhou Jian sat on the bed indecisively.
Chapter completed!