Proudly follow your heart

The voice was transmitted far away, and everyone present heard it clearly and clearly, and they looked at each other in amazement for an instant.

Enter the palace? !

Yang Ling didn't expect at all that the criminal who was supposed to be arrested became the guest of King An Jia, and was even invited into the palace by the imperial decree? !

One moment he was a poisoning suspect, but the next moment he became a life-saving nobleman. Jun Zhanran never thought that the transformation would be so fast, his eyes were slightly closed, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"General Yang, this is..." The preacher of the imperial decree had already arrived in front of everyone, saw the scene in front of him, saw the corpses all over the ground, thought that the two sides had already fought, and couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

It's not that Yang Ling didn't see the dead body on the ground, but he didn't want to make any more troubles, so he didn't ask any more questions. Hearing the surprise from the people in the palace, he said: "Don't worry, I haven't done anything yet. It's Yingshuai and the famous ghost hand." Wushuang, how dare I arrest people casually."

The dissatisfaction in these words is obvious, and Nangong Cang Ao didn't take it seriously, "It seems that we are going to welcome us to the palace now, General Yang?"

Nangong Cangao's smile is always heroic and free, which makes people feel good, but the smile on the eyebrows at this moment makes Yang Ling quite annoyed. Welcomed these people back, how could it make them feel ashamed as the leaders of the army, and how could this make him happy?

But the king's order had to be obeyed, so he could only suppress his displeasure, and replied to the messenger: "Thank you, Mr. Han, for sending the message. Please report back on your behalf. The last general will take orders, so I will take them back to the palace."

The messenger Han Mang was originally the herald next to King An Jia, who was in charge of the palace affairs, knew Yang Ling's temper, pulled him aside, and told him in a low voice, "General Yang, don't be angry, the poison your majesty has been poisoned is indeed difficult. Now, no matter whether Jun Zhanran poisoned him or not, he needs to go and have a look, and it doesn't matter whether he can be cured or not, it's better to take him back first."

Hearing this, Yang Ling frowned and thought about it. There is some truth in what he said. If Jun Zhanran had poisoned him, he would just have deceived him first. After thinking about it, his face immediately softened a lot, and he turned around and invited the two of them with a pleasant face. People turn back to the palace.

Both Jun Zhanran and Nangong Cangao are clear-sighted people, how can they fail to see the key point, but there is no reason for a surprise attack or poison in a bottle on the road. It is a good opportunity to find out the answer from King An Jia.

"Then let's go." Looking at Nangong Cangao, Jun Zhanran raised his eyes when he saw the same thought in his eyes, "Let's tidy up the carriage first."

Passing by the corpses on the ground, he had already stood aside with his hands behind his back while he was speaking, his eyes were dull, and he couldn't tell who he was giving orders to.

If his name was Xiao Hu, he would definitely point it out, and he would never order Nangong Cangao's people at will. This can also be regarded as a kind of respect, and Nangong Cangao treats him the same way.

As such...

The eyes of a group of people glanced at Yang Ling intentionally or unintentionally.

Yang Lin is a warrior, but he is not stupid. He understood that these words were addressed to him, and a look of displeasure appeared on his face. It is unreasonable for an imposing general to order someone to help the opponent's carriage if he fails to win him!

He was about to get angry, but Jun Zhanran had already brushed off his sleeves, raised his head indifferently, and looked up to the sky, "The moonlight in Linnan is pretty good."

This kind of lonely look is very indifferent, and Nangong Cangao on the other side has nothing to make him nervous except Jun Zhanran's affairs. Rolling up the sleeves of her clothes, she is so graceful that she feels a heat in her heart.

"If you can enjoy the moon with wine here, it will be a great pleasure."

He walked forward, the two of them looked at each other, their eyes were full of sharp dark eyes, they looked at each other and smiled, standing side by side, admiring the moon like this.

The weather in Linnan is not good, and sometimes there are winds and sand blowing violently, making it difficult to distinguish the color of the sky, but the moon tonight is surprisingly bright, as big as a silver plate, hanging high in the sky, and the silver light is falling down, covering them with the white color of the moon. There was an indescribable atmosphere when the bloody corpses fell silent.

Yang Ling felt an invisible oppression pressing on his heart.

"General Yang! Time is running out! Your Majesty—" It was Han Mang who came to his senses first, and hurriedly reminded him in a low voice.

These two are clearly threatening!Even though he knew it was a threat, Yang Ling had no choice but to swallow his breath, the most important thing now is to save King An Jia.

Regardless of other things, he ordered someone to lift Jun Zhanran's carriage out of the deep pit with a sullen face. Yang Ling was watching from the sidelines from the beginning to the end. He also saw the trap dug in advance and the corpses on the ground, so he couldn't help being suspicious stand up.

Who made such a plan in secret, and why?

No matter how you say it, Nangong Cangao and Jun Zhanran are not from Linnan. Even if they have enemies, they should be in the country of Xia. Could it be that someone chased them from the country of Xia?

With a second thought in his mind, he stopped thinking about it, and had no time to guess about these things that had nothing to do with him. Yang Ling watched Jun Zhanran and Nangong Cangao get into the carriage again, and a group of people set off in full gear, changing from escort to escort, going to to the palace.

King An Jia was poisoned, and the situation was urgent, and the team quickly disappeared into the night.

The moon star was sparse, and the corpses left behind were still lying in a pool of blood. The scarlet blood stained the sand and gravel on the ground, leaving a dark red ocher on the ground, and the rusty atmosphere slowly dissipated with the night wind.

Linnan Palace, there are many buildings under the moon.

The palace stands solemnly, and the night that has always been quiet is still quiet today, but as long as you pay close attention, you can find the undercurrents under this tranquility, the depressive, breathless tension and panic, just like the essence, floating in the In the air, every time I took a breath, it seemed that something was pressed in my throat.

No one dared to make a loud noise, no one dared to make a sound under their feet, only the maids who were busy in and out were busy delivering news and welcoming the imperial doctors who had been recruited.

"Wang Fangcai is still awake, and he seems to be very energetic. Why did he faint now?! Could it be that the prescription just now didn't work?!" The imperial doctor was sweating anxiously in front of the hospital bed.

"It doesn't work! It doesn't work! I think it's getting worse the more you use it! Your Majesty woke up and made that decree. Can this Guishou Wushuang really save my king? After all, he is from Xia Kingdom, if..."

"Who knows if he planted this vicious thing." In the corner, a helpless imperial doctor muttered in a low voice.

The bedroom fell silent for a moment.

If he was responsible for the poison, instead of being able to heal the king, he would take the opportunity to take the king's life... Wouldn't the group of them be dragged down by him?

Thinking of their fate, a group of imperial doctors all turned pale and worried.

"Ghost Hand Wushuang is here! He's here!" The maid hurriedly ran in from the outside, and the imperial doctors in the bedroom all turned their heads and stared at the door in unison.

The whispering in the bedroom was gone, and it was as quiet as death, and in this oppressive silence, a series of footsteps were heard.

The one who came striding forward was Yang Ling, who had already removed the armor from his body, and his face was full of worry. The person behind him was walking steadily, neither fast nor slow. The expression of the person is also unpredictable like the sea, and the eyes are as black as black jade, bottomless.

The atmosphere here is solemn and tense at this time, he actually turned a blind eye to it, as if he didn't notice it, seemingly leisurely, he arrived at the bed in a few steps, which was faster than Yang Ling who was walking in front of him.

"Didn't you say you're awake? This is the sober person?" The sudden voice made people jump. I don't know when the person who spoke appeared, and when he stood next to the previous person, dressed Dressed in black, full of unruly air.

That's all right, but the long knife on the side of this person didn't untie it outside the door.

The imperial doctor surrounded the bed, saw the two people brought by Yang Ling, and dispersed one after another, with different expressions. Yang Ling was shocked when he saw King An Jia lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his face darkened, "Your Majesty, he ..."

"After waking up for a while, I seem to be in good spirits. For some reason, I suddenly fell down again, and it was even worse than before! I'll wait... oh..." The imperial doctor shook his head and sighed, unwilling to admit it None of them knew what kind of poison it was, let alone detoxification.

"This is Ghost Hand Wushuang Jun Zhanran, and this is Nangong Cangao who is known as Yingshuai." Yang Ling had no time to say more, pointing to the two people in front of the bed, "Since the king summoned, there must be a reason, everyone, please step aside , let the Lord Sovereign take a good look at it.”

After all, it was King Anjia who ordered the invitation. He said respectfully, but his distrust was revealed between the lines. Some of the imperial doctors felt the smell, and stepped back a few steps, not daring to stay too far away, and peeping.

The people surrounded by them with all kinds of eyes did not change their expressions at all. They leaned over to observe and saw the black air covering King Anjia's face. After a little thought, Jun Zhanran took out the previous porcelain bottle from his bosom. .