At this moment, he seemed to suspect that he was hallucinating.
He looked at Yin Luzhu in shock, and did not recover for a long time.
After a while, he asked in a trembling voice, "Are you crazy?"
Yin Luzhu slowly raised her eyes, facing Ling Ziyan's shocked gaze, she slowly raised her lips, revealing a shocking smile.z.br>
The next moment, she suddenly held Ling Ziyan's hand.
Before Ling Ziyan had time to react, she grabbed his hand and stabbed her shoulder hard with the dagger in her hand.
"Ah!"
There was a scream and she fell out of the carriage.
This movement immediately attracted the patrolling imperial troops, and within a moment, the carriage was surrounded.
The imperial guards also recognized that this person was Yin Luzhu from the Chu Xiang Palace.
He quickly asked: "Prince Yin, what happened?"
Yin Luzhu held her shoulder with one hand and allowed the warm blood to seep out, but she seemed not to notice it.
"He, he wants to kill me!"
"Take it away! Follow your orders."
When Ling Ziyan was taken away, he turned his head and glanced at Yin Luzhu, and he happened to meet her lips with a winning smile.
Ling Ziyan was confused for a moment.
In order to frame himself, he actually didn't care about his own body. Just now, the dagger only needed to be deflected by half a minute, and now even Daluo Jinxian couldn't save him.
Just...
Thinking of the hatred in Yin Luzhu's eyes, Ling Ziyan was a little puzzled.
What on earth did Dong Lin do to make him hold such a grudge?
In Zhaode Hall, Gu Tingfang soaked his body in ice water, and the biting cold dispelled the heat all over his body.
His hair is covered with black hair hanging down casually, and there are traces of unspeakable evil charm and dignity in his laziness.
At this time, the door of Zhaode Hall was pushed open, and Zhang Jiade walked in cautiously and reported.
"Your Majesty, Prince Yin has been assassinated."
The eyebrows moved slightly, "Are you hurt?"
"I'm injured. The injury is not serious. It's said that I was injured by the Crown Prince Donglin."
Gu Tingfang stood up from the tub, casually grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on his body before walking out.
At this moment, the imperial doctors gathered together in the huge hall.
Yin Luzhu was lying on the couch, his face so pale that it was scary.
The imperial doctors all frowned and did not relax at all.
With the sound of "Your Majesty, your Majesty has arrived," everyone quickly retreated to one side.
Gu Tingfang walked forward, looked at the person on the bed, and said, "How is it?"
The imperial doctor hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, the dagger that stabbed Prince Yin was poisoned. Prince Yin is currently being eroded by the poison in his internal organs. Without an antidote, I'm afraid he will die soon."
"Try your best to treat." Gu Tingfang just dropped these four words and then fell silent.
He stood in front of the bed and looked at Yin Luzhu quietly.
Her eyebrows were closed, and her body was trembling slightly, as if she was cold.
The imperial doctors were discussing treatment methods. Gu Tingfang came to the bed and sat down. He stared at Yin Luzhu for a moment and whispered.
"Yin Luzhu, I really did not misjudge you."
"Just lie down peacefully and let Ling Ziyan hand over the antidote right away."
After a pause, a cold light flashed across Gu Tingfang's eyes, "Come to think of it, he can't hand over the antidote. In this case, I have a reason to send people to the east to find the antidote for you. If you dare not obey, I will be killed."
