The prince looked back and saw the seventh prince Xuanyuan Qilin coming, leading many soldiers behind him to join the fighting camp.
The prince did not expect that at this time, Lao Qi, who had always ignored everything, was suave, had an alias, and was the most distant from him, would come to help him!
"Your Highness!" Xuanyuan Qilin was wearing a silver-blue shirt and combat boots, shining proudly in the night.
He quickly came to the prince's side and said -
"Your Highness, take the people to Yikun Palace immediately. Leave it to me here."
The prince raised his hand and patted his shoulder, his eyes showing the indelible tacit understanding and trust between brothers, and then led Feng Po and others to Yikun Palace.
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Feeling a tingling pain in his heart, Murong Canghai frowned and opened his eyes.
Suddenly, he seemed to feel something was wrong and looked to the side——
Empty.
His heart suddenly shrank and he sat up suddenly. Where is Su Yueming? Did he run away again?
With a sullen face, he covered the spot pierced by the hairpin with his hand. He got out of bed as quickly as possible and pushed the door open. There was no one in the room outside. He took a few steps to walk outside. There were only a few animals outside.
The old hen pecked at the rice leisurely.
Where are people?
Nothing is gone.
At this moment, the old man of the family hurried in from outside with a panic look on his face. He stepped forward and asked:
"Where is she?"
The old man was so frightened by the terrifying aura of the man in front of him that he didn't even dare to breathe. He said tremblingly, "The little lady asked me to take her up the mountain to collect medicine when she got up early in the morning. But just now, she climbed up a tree and there was a snake on the tree.
, she was startled and couldn't stand still, so she fell from the tree. Now her foot is sprained and she can't walk. I came down from the mountain to call you."
"Take me there quickly." Upon hearing this, Murong Canghai's heart sank and he immediately said to the old man.
"Hey, come with me." The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned back, and led Murong Canghai up the mountain quickly.
"What medicine did she pick so early in the morning?" Murong Canghai asked as he walked, his tone a bit reproachful.
The old man heard the unkindness in his tone and said, "The lady was concerned about you and said you were injured, so she asked me where to get herbs. I saw her anxious so I took her up the mountain.
Going up the mountain to collect medicine specifically for him? After hearing this, Murong Canghai felt like a warm spring breeze blowing through her heart, and a warm feeling slowly spread. How could she be so unlucky? It was just a little snake, which scared her so much.
I fell from a tree and sprained my foot. Now it's difficult to even stand up, let alone walk.
Before she knew it, the sun had risen into the sky. Although it was not very hot, the warm sun shone on her body and she still felt a little hot. She raised her hand to wipe her sweat.
"Little madam, little madam, the young master is here." Just as she was sighing, the old man's voice came from the distance. She raised her eyes and saw Murong Canghai's cold and charming figure in purple. He was hurriedly
Walking towards her, he was already in front of her in the blink of an eye.
"How do you feel now? Does it hurt a lot?" Murong Canghai asked tightly.
Su Yueming looked at the ankle of his left foot helplessly and said, "The bones of the ankle seem to be twisted."
"..." Murong Canghai lifted up his robe and threw it back. He squatted on one knee in front of her and held her sprained left foot in his hands. After careful inspection, he found that there were signs of swelling at the ankle.