The extremely strong sense of crisis made Li Chen feel like he had fallen into a snake cave. His whole body was covered with cold poisonous snakes that were spitting out messages and trying to bite him.
If you take this bite, you will die.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the saint's two palms, which made a faint sound of wind and thunder.
The first palm hit Li Yinhu on the back.
Immediately, Li Yinhu's face turned miserable, he opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his body flew away like a broken sack.
If you fight well, it's best if you kill him!
This was Li Chen's first thought.
Then, he felt that the second palm would fall on him.
But the strange thing is that the palm did not hit him, but hit Zhao Qinglan who was stunned next to him!
In the flash of lightning, Li Chen had no time to think about why he wanted to kill Zhao Qinglan. Out of pure instinct, he took Zhao Qinglan's arm and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.
After such a delay, the palm force affected Li Chen and Zhao Qinglan. The two of them hugged each other and flew out like a speeding car.
Li Chen felt half of his shoulders go numb, and a ball of depression immediately piled up in his chest, making him uncomfortable.
He opened his mouth and took a sip, and all the blood spurted out.
He finally knew what Li Yinhu felt when he flew out just now.
It's just that Li Yinhu's blood spilled on the ground, and his own blood sprayed all over Zhao Qinglan.
Li Chen, who was flying in the air, heard screams all around him, and then the palace maids and eunuchs screamed at the top of their lungs.
"Assassin! There is an assassin!"
"Hurry up and escort!!!"
boom!
His body hit the stone floor hard, and Li Chen felt like his whole body was about to fall apart.
He managed to raise his eyes to look at the saint, but saw that the saint disguised as a palace maid had jumped onto the roof of Fengxi Palace.
And all around, there were densely packed figures of Ouchi's guards rising into the sky.
The murderous intent dissipated and chaos surged.
Li Chen felt the salty taste in his mouth. He breathed in the fresh air and looked at Zhao Qinglan in his arms.
All I saw was that Zhao Qinglan's eyes were closed tightly, the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, and he was already unconscious.
Not caring much, he stood up with Zhao Qinglan in his arms, and Li Chen yelled: "Call the doctor!!!"
No matter what angle he was considering, nothing could happen to Zhao Qinglan.
The two imperial guards almost rushed over carrying the imperial physician. Li Chen pushed away the imperial physician who was about to check his pulse and check his injuries, and said: "I am fine, go and save the queen."
The scene where the prince sacrificed his life to save the queen just now, coupled with these words now, the prince's filial piety towards the queen moved everyone.
Under the protection of the imperial guards, after almost all the other imperial doctors from the imperial hospital were transferred, except for the imperial physician on duty at Qianqing Palace, Li Chen carried Zhao Qinglan into Fengxi Palace and asked the imperial physicians to treat Zhao Qinglan's injuries.
As for Li Yinhu, who was lying on the ground outside the door, no one paid attention to him for a long time.
In just a moment, Sanbao, with an extremely gloomy face, hurriedly entered Fengxi Palace and knelt down in front of Li Chen without saying a word.
"Slave, you deserve death!"
"Nothing to do with you."
Li Chen was also holding back a surging flame in his heart. He said coldly: "No one expected the saint's betrayal. If you want to blame me, I blame you for letting her go too easily."
This is the first time Li Chen has failed to control people's hearts since time travel.
The Saint's second assassination made him realize that the world is full of dangers and there are countless people who want his life. He must not be too proud, otherwise he will die without knowing how.
