It was not a trivial matter for the national advisor to be injured. Even the king was alarmed. He personally sent an imperial doctor to treat his injuries, personally ordered troops to track down the assassin, and even visited him twice a day. This was something that had never happened before. It can be seen that the emperor
How important the master is in the king's mind, many people are secretly guessing that if the master survives this catastrophe, he will be lucky in the future.
However, there was a heavy atmosphere in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, because although the Imperial Preceptor survived the disaster, he was still unconscious and kept shouting and having nightmares.
Mu Yang was worried that bad news would spread, so he retreated everyone, leaving only himself to take care of him.
The night breeze blows, and the candlelight flickers out strange shadows.
The Imperial Master, who was seriously injured and unconscious, kept shouting in his sleep: "Ghost... I am not afraid of you... I am going to take you in..."
The master's murmurings kept coming to his ears. Mu Yang sat by the bed and kept wiping the cold sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief. He didn't understand why he was so afraid, even if he really encountered a ghost.
Well, he doesn't need to be afraid of being like this. Maybe this is just a guilty conscience.
"I want to kill you... I want you to disappear into ashes..." The Imperial Master was in a coma, still looking ferocious.
"Hey, Master, you are safe now. No one can hurt you. Just calm down and have a quiet rest." Mu Yang couldn't help but sigh. He paused his palms and was about to wipe his sweat.
He retracted his hand and suddenly tightened his palm, only to see that the Imperial Master had woken up at some point, and his hand was holding his wrist firmly.
"Master, you finally woke up." After Mu Yang was startled, a look of joy immediately appeared on his face.
"She's not dead, she's not a ghost, she's dead. Go, bring someone to kill her." The Imperial Master grabbed Mu Yang's wrist tightly, and the sharp nails almost penetrated into his flesh. He was stunned.
With his eyes and a ferocious face, he said loudly.
"Master, please don't get excited. You just woke up. You need to have a good rest. If you have anything to do, wait until your body recovers." Mu Yang's wrist was so painful from his scratching that he saw the undisguised expression on his face.
He felt chilled by fear and murderous intent.
"No, she will come back to kill me again. Mu Yang, don't forget, I saved your life. I now order you to kill her, go..." His excited actions affected the wound, but at this moment
He can't control that much, he just wants to get rid of the people who threaten his life as soon as possible.
"Master, calm down. Your wound is open. I'm going to call the imperial doctor." Mu Yang was shocked to see that the clothes on his chest were stained red with blood. Knowing that his wound was open, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.
Why did he send the imperial doctor away? Now he couldn't find anyone to help him, so he had to go and ask the imperial doctor himself.
"Don't leave, she's here, she's here to kill me again... protect me..." The Imperial Master held on to his wrist tightly, his pupils reflecting the light of fear.
Mu Yang quickly looked out the window, and saw nothing except the shadows of trees swinging in the night wind. He turned back to comfort him and said, "Master, there is nothing outside. Don't worry, this is the Imperial Master."
No one can break into this house easily."
"No, she's here, she's really here, she's sneering at me... She's really here..." The Imperial Preceptor became more and more excited, and the blood on his chest spread faster. The Imperial Preceptor's injury was no small matter.
Even the king was alarmed. He personally sent an imperial doctor to treat his injuries, personally ordered troops to track down the assassins, and even visited him twice a day. This was something that had never happened before. This shows that the imperial physician was in the king's mind.
How important it is, many people are secretly guessing that if the national master survives this catastrophe, he will be lucky in the future.
However, there was a heavy atmosphere in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, because although the Imperial Preceptor survived the disaster, he was still unconscious and kept shouting and having nightmares.
Mu Yang was worried that bad news would spread, so he retreated everyone, leaving only himself to take care of him.
The night breeze blows, and the candlelight flickers out strange shadows.
The Imperial Master, who was seriously injured and unconscious, kept shouting in his sleep: "Ghost... I am not afraid of you... I am going to take you in..."
The master's murmurings kept coming to his ears. Mu Yang sat by the bed and kept wiping the cold sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief. He didn't understand why he was so afraid, even if he really encountered a ghost.
Well, he doesn't need to be afraid of being like this. Maybe this is just a guilty conscience.
"I want to kill you... I want you to disappear into ashes..." The Imperial Master was in a coma, still looking ferocious.
"Hey, Master, you are safe now. No one can hurt you. Just calm down and have a quiet rest." Mu Yang couldn't help but sigh. He paused his palms and was about to wipe his sweat.
He retracted his hand and suddenly tightened his palm, only to see that the Imperial Master had woken up at some point, and his hand was holding his wrist firmly.
"Master, you finally woke up." After Mu Yang was startled, a look of joy immediately appeared on his face.
"She's not dead, she's not a ghost, she's dead. Go, bring someone to kill her." The Imperial Master grabbed Mu Yang's wrist tightly, and the sharp nails almost penetrated into his flesh. He was stunned.
With his eyes and a ferocious face, he said loudly.
"Master, please don't get excited. You just woke up. You need to have a good rest. If you have anything to do, wait until your body recovers." Mu Yang's wrist was so painful from his scratching that he saw the undisguised expression on his face.
He felt chilled by fear and murderous intent.
"No, she will come back to kill me again. Mu Yang, don't forget, I saved your life. I now order you to kill her, go..." His excited actions affected the wound, but at this moment
He can't control that much, he just wants to get rid of the people who threaten his life as soon as possible.
"Master, calm down. Your wound is open. I'm going to call the imperial doctor." Mu Yang was shocked to see that the clothes on his chest were stained red with blood. Knowing that his wound was open, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.
Why did he send the imperial doctor away? Now he couldn't find anyone to help him, so he had to go and ask the imperial doctor himself.
"Don't leave, she's here, she's here to kill me again... protect me..." The Imperial Master held on to his wrist tightly, his pupils reflecting the light of fear.
Mu Yang quickly looked out the window, and saw nothing except the shadows of trees swinging in the night wind. He turned back to comfort him and said, "Master, there is nothing outside. Don't worry, this is the Imperial Master."
No one can break into this house easily."
"No, she's here, she's really here, she's sneering at me...she's really here..." The Imperial Master became more and more excited, and the blood on his chest spread faster.