Ye Luosha couldn't bear it any longer and raised his palm filled with internal energy.
"it's useless."
Suddenly, Di Ji, who had been silent until now, spoke up and said, "I know Wuya's temper best."
Ye Luosha withdrew his energy and looked sideways at him: "Are we going to watch Mu'er..." She really couldn't say the next words.
"Mu'er is Wuya's younger brother. Wuya will not care about Mu'er's life or death. As long as he is here, Feng Jiuer won't dare to mess around."
Di Ji looked in the direction of the main hall and sighed lightly.
"But, foster father, it's obviously Feng Jiu'er who wants to kill the second prince, and now you ask her to save him, how is that possible?"
Leng Yue frowned and said.
"What if it's really a misunderstanding..." Di Ji shook his head and sighed again.
"You also said that in case, you want to bet with Mu'er's life on whether that person is Feng Jiu'er?"
Ye Luosha still disagrees.
But, at least, she didn't attack immediately.
"You know Mu'er's situation better than I do. Without Mo Bai, just relying on those doctors, do you think there is hope?"
"Now, the only person who can save Mu'er is indeed Feng Jiu'er."
Emperor Ji's face was expressionless, and he was really helpless.
Ye Luosha took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly.
"If Feng Jiu'er can't save my Mu'er, I won't let her go!"
Emperor Ji ignored Ye Luosha and stared at the bright hall for a moment.
Outside the hall, it finally became quiet.
Leng Yue looked at the two people beside her, but became more and more anxious.
After a while, she said in a deep voice: "It was obviously Feng Jiu'er who wanted to kill the second prince, but she even drugged the prince, but you ignored her."
"I can see clearly that it was Feng Jiu'er who took away the second prince, and you all saw with your own eyes that Feng Jiu'er injured the second prince with a short knife, didn't you?"
"Do my adoptive father and Senior Ye really believe that this is just a misunderstanding?
You are trying to harm the Second Prince, it is too late to go in and stop him now."
It was a rare opportunity to get rid of Feng Jiuer, and Leng Yue would never let it go.
The fact is that it doesn't matter whether Feng Jiuer is Feng Jiuer or not. The most important thing is that both Ye Luosha and her adoptive father think that she is the one who wants to harm the second prince.
"Father."
When there was no response from Emperor Ji, Leng Yue called out again.
But Di Ji was just like that, his eyes were locked somewhere and he didn't say a word.
Leng Yue looked back at Ye Luosha, looking anxious.
"Senior Ye, it must be Feng Jiu'er, I'm sure, I..." Suddenly, she felt a murderous aura coming towards her face, Leng Yue raised her eyes and looked up.
Without giving her any time to react, Yu Jingfeng's palm wind had already arrived in front of her.
"Ah..." With a scream, Leng Yue was sent several feet away by Yu Jingfeng's palm.
She fell to the ground, vomiting blood.
"Yu Jingfeng, you, how dare you..." Leng Yue covered her heart and looked at the person standing in front of her.
"How dare you attack me privately, Yu Jingfeng, don't you want to..." "This man is deceiving the public with his evil words and trying to interfere with the treatment of the second prince. Take him down and lock him up!"
Yu Jingfeng swung his clothes, turned around, jumped, and landed steadily back in front of the hall.
Leng Yue didn't expect that Yu Jingfeng would dare to hurt her in front of her adoptive father's eyes, otherwise she wouldn't have been hurt so badly by Yu Jingfeng.
Looking at the person coming towards her, Leng Yue said in a deep voice: "Yu Jingfeng, you dare to lock me up, you don't have a foster father in your eyes?"
Unfortunately, no one paid attention to Leng Yue's words.
Four expressionless brothers went over and two of them took her into custody.
"open!"
The cold moon injured his internal organs and made him unable to exert strength for a while.
Moreover, the dozens of people guarding here are all second only to the Twelve Flying Dragon Riders in martial arts, and the injured Leng Yue is no match for them.
"Let me go!"
Leng Yue shook her head hard and looked at Di Ji not far away, "Father, Yu Jingfeng has rebelled. He doesn't even care about you."
"Father, Yu Jingfeng rebelled, he rebelled."
No matter how hard Leng Yue struggled, she was still escorted away by two brothers with great strength.
Looking back, Leng Yue didn't believe her eyes.
"Father, they...Father, save me, I don't dare anymore. Father, save me, I don't want to be locked up."
Leng Yue's voice became farther and farther away, but Di Ji was completely unmoved.
Even Ye Luosha stood motionless on the spot, looking in the same direction as Emperor Ji.
Leng Yue was taken away, and the courtyard finally became truly quiet.
In the hall, as soon as Xiaoyingtao and Xing Zizhou arrived, the three doctors were invited out.
Feng Jiuer used all her methods to save Di Feimu, but unfortunately, more than an hour passed, and Di Feimu's condition did not improve.
Feng Jiuer seemed to be going crazy and kept giving him treatment. His temples were dry and wet, wet and dry again.
Di Wuya was sitting on one side, his big palm fell on Di Feimu, and he never stopped sending Qi to him.
Little Cherry's tears had long since dried up. She never thought that she would encounter this scene.
The first man she fell in love with was now lying quietly in front of her, and she couldn't even feel any of his breath.
When Mu Mu died, he really left everyone.
But in this case, Little Cherry didn't dare to say it, and she didn't want to say it either.
The only thing she could do was to stay by the side at all times and give Feng Jiuer the greatest help.
When the poison in Di Feimu's body was almost exhausted, the blood in his body would be exhausted, but Feng Jiuer still never thought of giving up.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, prepare for blood transfusion. Little Cherry brings the tools. Is Xing Zizhou's potion ready?"
"Get ready, bring some brothers in good health to try immediately. Mu Mu needs a lot of blood now, and Uncle Nine Emperors alone will definitely not be enough."
"Remember, you must test according to my method, otherwise the blood type will be different and it will be harmful to Mu Mu."
"Ready."
Xing Zizhou, who was standing in front of the table not far away, nodded, "I'll bring people in now."
"Take out the medicinal solution and try it in the main hall. Mu Mu's wound is too deep. It will be very troublesome if it gets infected."
Feng Jiuer whispered.
"good."
Xing Zizhou nodded and left with the medicine.
Does Di Feimu need a lot of blood? Is his wound afraid of being infected? The premise is that he can survive.
Otherwise, everything is in vain.
It can be seen that in Feng Jiuer's heart, there is no word "give up" at all. Even if everyone thinks there is no hope, she will not give up.
"Little Cherry, come here, prepare for blood transfusion."
Feng Jiuer's voice sounded again.
Little Cherry had already taken something and was standing aside waiting.
Feng Jiuer took the cotton cloth, wiped her hands, and threw it into a wooden bucket filled with blood-colored cotton cloth.
Little Cherry lowered her eyes, and her dry eyes became moist again.
"Keep your spirits up, Mu Mu is still waiting for us."
Feng Jiuer glanced at her and then looked away.
"You will do as I say later. You can't make a mistake in any step. Uncle Nine Emperors cannot use his internal energy during the blood transfusion. I will perform exercises on Mu Mu to heal his injuries."
