Mysterious as a mirror

When he was approaching the door, Dong Xuan saw an assassin behind Zi Shuli, the short blade was about to stab his back, so he rushed over without thinking, Ma Dan, the man I finally cultivated , how can you die!

"Pfft." The sound of the short blade piercing the flesh came from behind Zi Shuli.

"Xuan'er!" Three different voices shouted.

Zi Shuli caught Dong Xuan's limp body, his eyes darkened, the sword light flashed, and there was a bloodstain on the throats of the three assassins.

Tsing Yi also seriously injured the assassin.

"Xuan'er." Empress Yin ran over, but she didn't expect that the seriously injured assassin still had a hidden weapon in his hand, and shot straight at Empress Yin.

"Sister Yin!" Zi Shuli hugged Empress Yin, and just like that, three silver needles were inserted into his back, and the assassin also fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Only then did the imperial guard arrive late, "Your Majesty, this..."

Empress Yin yelled, "What are you doing in a daze! Why don't you call the imperial doctor!"

Zi Shuli held Dong Xuan in his arms, and went straight to the Imperial Hospital with lightness kung fu.

"How is he?" Zi Shuli asked the imperial physician pulling him when he came out.

The imperial doctor replied, "Don't worry, the little prince, the third prince is fine, but he lost a lot of blood, I will prescribe a medicine for him and he will be fine."

Hearing this, Zi Shuli felt relieved, "Thank you, the imperial physician."

On Jiaofangdian's side, Empress Yin held Zi Shuyi's hand, tears streaming down her eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I hurt you."

Zi Shuyi showed a weak smile, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from Empress Yin's face, "Sister Yin, I don't blame you, I am willing."

"Don't worry, I will definitely find the antidote."

Zi Shuyi shook his head, "Sister Yin, Linglong drunk has no antidote, you know that."

"No, no, no, there must be, there must be." Empress Yin cried even more fiercely.

Zi Shuyi turned his face to Tsing Yi who was standing beside him, "Call Li'er for me, please."

"it is good."

"Sister Yin, will you blame me?"

"No, I know that everything you do is for the good of me and Xuan'er."

Zi Shuli sat in front of Dong Xuan's bed, held his hand with a little fear, that scene reminded him of his previous life, the final ending, his most cherished Xuan'er, who was forced by him to commit suicide in front of him .

"Hmm." Dong Xuan opened his eyes, and just about to move, the wound on his back made him groan.

"Don't move, the wound will open." Zi Shuli hurriedly stopped him, not letting him move.

"Are you okay." Dong Xuan looked at Zi Shuli, you must be okay, my happy life will be shattered if you are busy.

Zi Shuli flicked his forehead, "Idiot, you are the one who blocked the knife, how could something happen to me."

"Where is this place?" Only then did Dong Xuan see the surrounding environment clearly, it wasn't Jiaofangdian.

"This is the imperial hospital. The imperial doctor said that you are not suitable to move now."

"Oh, that's right." Dong Xuan raised his left hand, only then did Zi Shuli see that he seemed to be holding something in his hand.

"Go on." Dong Xuan put an emerald wrench in Zi Shuli's palm, "I picked this from the tribute box. I think you'll like it. How about it?"

Zi Shuli clenched his hand, "It looks good, I like it very much."

How can you not like it, as long as it is given by you, I will treasure it.

"Li'er." Tsing Yi knocked on the door, "The Emperor asked you to come over."

"Understood." Zi Shuli helped Dong Xuan cover the quilt, "You take a break first, I'll be right over."

"Okay." Dong Xuan was already a little tired, and Zi Shuli helped him light some sleeping herbs, and soon fell asleep.

"Uncle, how is the emperor?" Zi Shuli asked on the way.

"It's not good, it's been three days at most."