"Cheyue, how injured is he?" Ting Qingyu came closer and looked at Xia Ling's face that was twitching from time to time due to pain. She couldn't help but feel shocked and angry. Who had made Xia Ling's idea?
Xia Ling has always been peaceful and contented, and it is impossible to offend the male concubine in Changbi Palace. So... what is the reason?
Cheyue's face was solemn, her handsome face was tense, and her eyes were filled with mist. He nodded towards Ting Qingyu, "Xia Ling's injury... is indeed very serious. It seems that the other party wants to put him to death.
This kind of stab wound shows that the assassin is a top-notch master, and it seems that this is not an ordinary vendetta."
Ting Qingyu frowned and gently sat on the bedside and looked at Xia Ling, who had fainted from the pain. She remembered the first time she met him. This young man walked out gracefully from among the many male concubines and boldly approached the court.
Yu asked when he could serve the princess. At that time, he was a handsome young man, but now he was a seriously injured person lying on the bed with no idea of his life or death.
The white gauze was wrapped around Xia Ling's chest, and the air was filled with the smell of herbs. Although it was not as stimulating as modern potions, it made Ting Qingyu, who was used to smelling aromatherapy, feel waves of irritation.[
Male concubines, you look at me and I stare at you, with solemn expressions. Even Xiao Wen, who usually always smiles, put away his charming smile and stood aside with a deep look in his eyes. Chuoluo kept walking back and forth.
At that time, both Wen Bai and Xueze looked sad, and Yue Cang had a grimace on his face, as if he was the injured one; Qian Zun frowned and looked a little uneasy.
Ting Qingyu turned his attention to Qianzun. Qianzun and Xia Ling both lived in Yuluo Pavilion, so Qianzun must know something, right?
Qian Zun's fiery red hair is still as dazzling as before. Back then, this young man used a trick to get Ting Qingyu to take him out of the Phoenix Chong Palace. However, this young man remained silent and quiet for more than two months, which was a bit unlike him.
personality.
"Qianzun, were you by Xia Ling's side when he was assassinated?" Ting Qingyu asked lightly, with the corners of her lips slightly raised.
Qianzun's watery eyes dimmed, obviously feeling uneasy and sad because of Ting Qingyu's question.
"Back to the princess, Qianzun is not here. Half an hour ago, Qianzun went to the garden to enjoy the flowers, and the guards saw Qianzun walking out of Yuluo Pavilion." Qianzun lowered his head, his long eyelashes gently spreading.