[Quick Transmigration] Blackening the male lead, flirting wantonly

Lu Qing was very anxious, his black eyes stared at Feng Yi's figure, for fear that he would accidentally die, and at this moment, the little stool arrived at Fengxi Pavilion with reinforcements.

"Your Majesty, don't go there."

The little stool asked the guards to help Feng Yi, while he stood by Gu Qing's side, holding his arm tightly with both hands, for fear that he would leave him and run to such a dangerous place again.

The arrival of reinforcements made Feng Yi take a short breath, and he stepped back to recover his body.

It was only then that he noticed the person at the door, and Feng Yi's calm face completely darkened at this glance.

He stared at Gu Qing's bloody feet, a burst of anger welled up in his heart.

This child is really disobedient, it seems that the punishment is not strong enough, it seems that he needs to be trained again.

His ecstasy was discovered by the man in black who had been looking for an opportunity to assassinate him.

The man in black's eyes instantly turned dark, and he swung his sword to kill the guard in front of him. Hot blood spurted out, all on his face.

He quickly took out the dart that he had prepared earlier from his cuff, and turned his wrist lightly.

He threw it in Feng Yi's direction, then moved his body, passed through the crowd, and quietly rushed towards Feng Yi's back.

Seeing that Feng Yi was in a daze, Gu Qing watched the man throwing darts at Feng Yi, his pupils shrank, anxious, he broke free from the hand of the stool, and ran over with bare feet.

"Be careful!" Gu Qing shouted loudly while running, and quickly passed through the crowd towards Feng Yi.

Feng Yi regained consciousness instantly when he heard the voice, and only then did he notice the darts coming towards him, his heart sank, and he swung the sword in his hand to quickly knock down the darts in front of him.

Before his sword fell, there was a coldness behind him, which made him shudder.

He turned his head to look behind him, his eyes were extremely dark, the sharp knife light radiated in his eyes, Feng Yi knew that he couldn't hide, so he planned to fight to the death.

But before he swung his sword, all the warm blood was sprayed on Feng Yi's face in the next second, and the strong smell of blood came to his nostrils, Feng Yi was stunned.

He stared in astonishment at Lu Qing who stood in front of him and was stabbed by a sharp sword.

At this moment, Feng Yi experienced the feeling of heartache for the first time, this feeling is enough...to make him destroy the entire Chaoyue Kingdom.

"My lord..."

Gu Qing murmured, the pain from the shoulder directly reached the nerves.

The blood was continuously draining, and the intense pain made him extremely weak. The man in black also realized that he had stabbed the wrong person, so he quickly pulled out his sword and rushed towards Feng Yi again.

But Feng Yi chopped off his head with a sword and died.

[Warning, warning, the host is injured, the automatic protection mode has been turned on...] He couldn't hear what 438 said in the end, and everything around him became more and more blurred in his eyes.

so tired……

I want to sleep...

Lu Qing wanted to move, but his hands were completely exhausted. Feng Yi's voice was still echoing in his ears. He really wanted to reply, but he didn't have the strength to say it.

"Gu Qing, you can't sleep!" After killing the man in black, Feng Yi quickly picked up the unconscious Lu Qing, and walked out without saying a word.

Small stools follow.

Feng Yi hurriedly kicked open the gate of the Supreme Hospital, strode towards the main hall, and shouted as he walked, "Song Yun, come out."

The drug boy who was on guard at night was woken up and was about to yell at him.

But it was discovered that the person who came was actually the regent of the dynasty.

He hurriedly got up from the ground, without saying a word, he knelt down to Feng Yi: "The Regent Wan'an."

Feng Yi ignored him, kicked open the door and strode in: "Song Yun, get out for me!"

The youngest imperial doctor of Song Yun Tai Hospital, who has been in charge of the Tai Hospital for five years, is one of the few friends of Feng Yi.

Because Song Yun was obsessed with refining medicine, Song Yun lived in the Imperial Hospital for convenience, and because he was usually busy refining medicine, the two had not seen each other for a long time.

"It's so annoying, which grandson is quarreling with me to sleep at night!" Song Yun stared at his disheveled hair and came out of the back room, and was a little surprised when he saw Feng Yi.

Song Yun knew what was going on when his eyes fell on the bloody person in his arms.

"Little San, hurry up and prepare the medicine box." Song Yun's expression became serious in an instant, and he shouted at the medicine boy at the door.

Raising his hands to tidy up his messy clothes, he walked up to Lu Qing with a straight face.

He just raised his hand to untie Gu Qing's clothes to check the injury.

Before he could make a move, he was kicked away by Feng Yi.

Song Yun didn't expect Feng Yi to make a move, and he fell directly to the ground. It was so sour, it hurt more than his baby kicking him.

"What are you doing!" Feng Yi looked at him vigilantly, holding Gu Qing tightly with both hands, for fear that he would do something worse than a beast.

"Look at the injury!" Song Yun was also drunk, he glanced at Feng Yi sadly, and stood up while supporting his sore butt, "You won't let me look at the injury, how can I prescribe the right medicine?"

"Are you sure?" Feng Yi asked suspiciously, he was very aware of Song Yun's pissing nature, he was dressed like a beast, and he liked good-looking men very much.

And his family, Gu Qing, looked much more stunning than that group of vulgar fans, so he didn't believe that Song Yun had no ideas.

"My lord, we are friends after all, and I won't attack your people." Song Yun said helplessly.

A friend's wife can't be bullied, he is very principled.

Only then did Feng Yi nod his head, put Gu Qing on the bed, stretch out his hand to tear off the clothes on Gu Qing's injury, and staggered away.

Song Yun came out from behind him, looked at the exposed wound, frowned, and then cast a contemptuous glance at Feng Yi.

Hanging eyebrows checked carefully, and then stretched out his hand to hold Gu Qing's hand signal.

Feng Yi stared straight at Song Yun's hand, how could he want to cut him off...

Song Yun: ...

"It's nothing serious. The wound isn't very deep. It didn't hurt the vitals, but it lost a lot of blood. It's good to replenish more." Song Yun said while giving Gu Qing good medicine.

By the time everything was done, it was already dawn.

Song Yun threw the prescribed medicine in front of Feng Yi, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Three times a day, come here to get it when it's gone."

"Are you sure he's okay? But he hasn't woken up yet?" Feng Yi frowned and looked at the medicine bag in his hand, his face full of suspicion.

Song Yun took a deep breath, resisting the urge to kill, "He just lost too much blood! If you don't believe it, you can call all the imperial doctors over."

Think about when he was so suspicious of a majestic doctor.

"Yes." Feng Yi nodded in agreement, then turned around and ordered the little stool to invite all the imperial physicians.

Song Yun: I really want to kill someone, what should I do?

Feng Yi didn't pay attention to Song Yun any more, turned around and walked to sit next to Gu Qing, holding Gu Qing's hand with a cold hand, and didn't let go until all the imperial doctors arrived.

All the imperial physicians looked at each other, and they all saw horror in each other's eyes.

People in the world often say that the regent and the emperor are at odds. Now... this situation is really surprising.

"What are you doing in a daze, quickly look at the emperor, why is he still awake!" Feng Yi stared at them indifferently with a straight face, his tone was extremely unfriendly.

The imperial physicians were taken aback and did not dare to neglect Feng Yi.

The obedient one walked towards Gu Qing.

After half an hour.

Feng Yi: "How?"

"Regent, the emperor just lost too much blood, causing his body to be weak. As long as he pays more attention, he will wake up before tomorrow." The bearded old doctor Liu Lan said respectfully.

"Yeah." Feng Yi was relieved now, and his long sleeves floated slightly: "You can go."

"Yes." All the imperial physicians breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly picked up the medicine box and ran out quickly.