The prince is poisonous

Holding the Xinghan sword in his hand, he didn't seem to hear anyone calling him, the shape of the sword in his hand flickered slightly, and he directly stabbed towards Murong Ziyue!

wrong!

Everything is wrong!

Liu Yanqing could not control her body even if she tried her best!A gust of heat hit his forehead, and his hands unconsciously used the martial arts routines he had learned for many years.The Xinghan sword in his hand was completely made by him!

hateful!What is it about this feeling of being manipulated? !

The white forehead has already been forced out, sweating profusely!

Only now did Murong Ziyue see the clues!

Everyone saw him holding the hilt of the sword, doing a backflip, and slashing at Murong Ziyue with his head and feet——

"Hey! Junior brother! What's wrong with you?!"

Murong Ziyue seemed to have finally discovered the strangeness, thinking that in the past, this guy would always be like this when she met her, and she would always have to learn from each other.Why are you so desperate today? !

Before he could think about it, Murong Ziyue suddenly pulled out You Lan, who had been sleeping for a long time.The moment the sword was unsheathed, a faint blue sword glow instantly approached Xinghan Sword——

"do not want!"

"do not want!"

Everything seems to happen in an instant!

In the blink of an eye, two figures suddenly rushed out between the two.One of the two was wearing a bright yellow robe, and the other was completely white!

Couldn't it be Feng Zhiqiu who was late for a long time, and Qi Qing who had watched anxiously earlier!

There was a blunt bang, and the sword glowed with a faint light, and it settled in the air!

Suddenly there was a gasp in the air.

At this moment, Liu Yanqing was standing alone in the center of the yard holding the Xinghan Sword in his hand, his eyes were tightly closed, and there was a trace of scarlet oozing from the corners of Danfeng's eyes.All the energy from the whole body was released!

The hand that he held tightly to the hilt of the sword couldn't stop shaking.Suddenly, the whole body suddenly floated down!

But all of these fell into the eyes of Feng Zhiqiu who rushed forward——

"Brother Qing! What's wrong with you?!"

Is that blood?Why is Haoduanduan's eyes bleeding? !

Feng Zhiqiu hugged the fallen beauty, his mood of watching the excitement when he entered the arena turned into full of worry at this moment!What the hell is wrong with this guy? !It was just that the moment he hugged that person, a strong scent of sweet-scented osmanthus came to his nostrils.The strong smell made Feng Zhiqiu couldn't help but sneezed.An inexplicable heat surged up in his chest——

strangeness!Feng Zhiqiu drew back her thick eyebrows slightly, and stretched out her arms to wrap tightly around the person in her arms.He cared about others all his heart, but he didn't realize the terrifying appearance of himself at the moment!

"Brother Qing, you, you say something! Don't scare me!"

Feng Zhiqiu patted the pale face of the person in his arms lightly, but there was even more anxiety in his black eyes!It is said that if a person who practices martial arts messes up his internal strength, he will definitely go mad.Beauty looks like this, is it like that? !Did he pass out? !

After the fatal blow, Murong Ziyue knelt on the ground suddenly.The situation is actually worse than Liu Yanqing!He took a deep breath for a while and took a breath.Only then did he stand up and walk towards Liu Yanqing.Beads of sweat overflowed his plain face.There was a dark red blood stain on the corner of his mouth.

It was only after he got up that everyone found out.That Youlan sword had already left his body!When everyone found the trace of the sword, all of them held their breath.

"Rong'er!"

"Qiu'er!"

"Aqing!"

It turned out that the national treasure of the Wuyi country: Youlan sword was inserted straight into Feng Zhiqiu's waist!

The blood trickled down the waist and abdomen all the way, dyed a dazzling picture on the bright yellow palace robe, but it was a bright red Shen Ren!

Xi Furong has been paying attention to her son since Feng Zhiqiu came back!She was the first to discover how the sharp weapon pierced Aiko's body, and the moment blood spurted out, she was frightened and fainted.

As soon as Feng Jinhong put his arms around his wife, he looked at his son with a heartbroken face.On the contrary, Emperor Feng loved his grandson eagerly and was the first to run down from his seat.

"Grandpa Huang, Qiu'er is coming back late, I kept you waiting! Ahem—this—"

Feng Zhiqiu put his arms around the person in his arms, seeing Emperor Feng staring at him anxiously, he didn't understand why.He thought: Could it be that he came back late and Grandpa Huang got angry?

It's just that for some reason, he only felt a burst of warmth gradually spread from his waist, and swept his whole body in the blink of an eye.It's warm and comfortable.Mixed with the fragrant sweet-scented osmanthus flavor, you and the beauty are tightly surrounded.

Feng Zhiqiu only felt that the throbbing in his heart became more and more intense.The heart beats violently together.

"Qiu'er! Qiu'er, stop talking! Save some strength, is your body hurting?!"

pain?How can it hurt?Why does it hurt?

Feng Zhiqiu looked at the old emperor stupidly, should he ask the beauty if it hurts? !

He was the one who hugged the person. Isn't the one who was injured a beauty?

"Come on! What are you still doing in a daze? Suppress Lord Murong and Prince Pingjiang together! I'll kill you if you run away!"

Emperor Feng didn't look at Feng Zhiqiu's expression, and turned around to face the group of guards who were stunned in place.The majestic tone suddenly shocked the group of guards.

"Yes!"

"and many more!"

Feng Zhiqiu first stared blankly at his grandfather's bewildered expression, but now he heard him say that he wants to catch beauties! ?

"Grandpa Huang! Why did you arrest Brother Qing?! Hiss—"

His body was too excited and he struggled to get up, only to realize when he lowered his head that there was an extra sword in his waist that was in the way!

What is this?Why does it seem to be the weapon used by the foreign envoy before? !

Oh shit!This guy doesn't want to live anymore? !How could it be stuck on yourself? !

Huh?It doesn't even hurt? !

"Qiu'er, do you know that the Liu family boy stepped forward to assassinate the Seventh Prince of Wuyi Kingdom while he was drinking with me?! What a jerk! As for the envoy, he dared to hurt you! Both public and private, the emperor wanted to arrest them !"

"Grandpa Huang! Wait! There must be a misunderstanding! Please calm down, Grandpa Huang!"

Feng Zhiqiu saw that Emperor Feng's brow was tightly wrinkled, and he was already trembling with anger while holding his hand.With a sinking heart, he turned his head and glanced at the beauty in his arms.There must be something strange!The urgent thing to delay is to keep the beauty first!He stroked his waist, and by visual inspection, there was a wound the size of a bowl.The cold sword glowing with blue light was piercing his waist, clinging to him as if coquettishly.There was a faint burst of warm air from where the wound touched the sword body.

Feng Zhiqiu's black eyes were slightly cold, thinking that this thing must not be easy to get along with!

He supported Liu Yanqing's arm and put him on his shoulder.His eyes were firm, and his black eyes flashed a cold light, never passing by like this before!

"Grandfather, if you believe in your grandson, please get out of the way at this moment, and grandson will take Brother Qing to treat him. The assassination of the envoy by chance tonight was all caused by grandson alone! Hmph! Grandson has been a sick child for so many years. Want to come here?" It was all caused by the people of Wuyi, how could they forgive them casually! Brother Qing and grandson hit it off right away, so they just wanted to help grandson vent their anger. If Master Murong is to blame, please find the right person!"

Supporting the person on his back, he stretched out his arms around his waist and walked out of the garden.

Emperor Feng was stunned by his cold eyes, and brought back to his senses, only to see that his grandson had already left with the "suspect"!

"Your Majesty Emperor Feng! Foreign ministers, cough cough! Foreign ministers know that their crimes are serious, and everything is at your disposal!"

Murong Ziyue bent down and knelt down.While speaking, I felt tightness in my chest, and then sweetness in my mouth.The bright blood red became sprayed out!

"Brother!"

Although Qi Qing didn't arrive in time as Feng Zhiqiu, he could clearly see what he looked like at this time!

In a hurry, he didn't care about the presence of the emperor and his ministers, so he rushed forward.He supported Murong Ziyue's body, and his subordinates used to feel the pulse of that person.There is deep anxiety in the eyes!

"Ahem, Ah Qing, you, you finally paid attention to me! This little injury is worth it!"

"Shut up! If you want to die early, continue!"

"No! Don't! You, did you see what the younger brother looked like just now?"

"Ok!"

Qi Qing secretly checked his pulse, it seemed that this guy's pulse was only due to his internal force rushing around, and he was so weak after being severely injured by the sword energy!It seems that he can't die for the time being.

"Ah Qing, if I die, you have to remember to guard yourself like a jade! Cough——"

Before he could finish speaking, he had multiple acupuncture points on his chest and neck.All words were suppressed.With a dizzy head, he lost consciousness.

snort!If you don't die, who will die? !

"His Royal Highness! Your Royal Highness, please stay. Although the old minister is not skilled in medicine, he still hopes to do his best for the little prince!"

Feng Zhiqiu half supported Liu Yanqing who was leaning on her body, and walked hurriedly.A low call sounded from far behind.Looking back, it turned out to be Doctor Xu who had treated him before.

"Doctor Xu quickly come with me!"

What is missing right now is you!

After Feng Zhiqiu gave the order, he turned around and led the people out of the Wanhua Garden in strides, heading towards the East Palace.His feet were like the wind, and he was not as weak as before.His highness, the eldest grandson of the former sick child, is afraid that he will never see him again!

Although Imperial Physician Xu is old, his movements are still very sloppy.Now he is trotting, although he still can't keep up with Feng Zhiqiu who is supporting someone in front.It seemed that His Royal Highness Changsun hadn't noticed the abnormality in his body yet, Doctor Xu smoothed his gray beard, and his face darkened.From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the "You Lan" that Feng Zhiqiu was holding at the moment.

Your Highness, Your Highness, I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse——

"Doctor Xu quickly show me what's wrong with Liu Shizi's body! Why is he crying blood!"

When the three of them arrived at Donggong Feng Zhiqiu's bedroom, he directly put them on his big bed.Then he dragged the doctor Xu who had been silent behind him.

Physician Xu called Xiao Jiu who had been by Feng Zhiqiu's side all the time, gave some soft instructions and then hurriedly turned around.Carefully help the person on the bed get a pulse.

After about half a cup of tea, Feng Zhiqiu saw that Imperial Physician Xu was holding on to the beauty's wrist, muttering to himself,

"How could this be?"

"This is impossible!"

From time to time, he stretched out his hand to look over the beauty's eyelids, and explored the beauty's lower abdomen and neck.

Although it is a stage that must be passed through to see, hear and inquire, but it can be seen in Feng Zhiqiu's eyes.But it's a bit of an eyesore!

"Doctor Xu, what happened to Liu Xiaoshizi, you should say something!"

"Your Highness, this—"

"If you have anything to say, just say it! Why are you hesitating?!"

"Little son, he is a sign of poisoning!"

Poisoned? !how come? !