The leader on the side was stunned and hurriedly helped him: "His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, what's wrong, you're okay!"

However, Si Mingxuan couldn't answer him at all. The whole person's breathing was already in a hurry. He gasped and grabbed his neck weakly with both hands, as if he was about to suffocate. The erythema spread from the neck to his face.

From the beginning, I stared at Simoli, but all the scenes in front of them began to blur.

"Yuxi, call the imperial doctor!" The leader shouted outside: "Go!"

Some guards ran out of panic, and the footsteps were almost tripped by the doorbar. Several duty imperial doctors in Tai Hospital were controlled when Siming was put into the palace.

The emperor looked at everything in front of him coldly, and didn't say a word.

He didn't have half a volatility in his heart. Anyway, Si Mingxuan was going to die sooner or later. A useless son. Moreover, he tried to kill himself many times. In his opinion, he was just a crime at this moment.

The imperial doctor did not come, but the symptoms of Si Mingxuan became more terrifying.

His entire face was erythema, and his trembling body was like a live fish that had just been put on the oil pan.

The redness and swelling blocked the general. The more severe pain on his chest made him take straight his eyes.

"What about the imperial doctor? Why don't Yudi come!" The leader asked Siming Xuan to hold it, drawing the knife to the Si Moli: "Li Wang, advise you to say a word, and then take a solution.

You can't live out of the palace. "

"Really?" Si Moli looked at him lightly.

The leader gritted his teeth, a sword stabbed out, between the light and stone fire, Si Moli flashed directly in front of him, hitting his shoulder on his shoulder, and then the sword flew off from his hand.

The next moment, he kicked the leader's legs, led a unstable, and fell directly to him in front of him. His knees stabbed on the cold floor and banged.

Although the guards around were around the two, because of the prestige of King Li, they dare not step forward.

"Unification ... Lord ..." A guarding voice penetrated out of the crowd: "Six princes, six princes ... no more ..."

Si Mingxuan stopped his breath in pain, his eyes widened, and his eyes were dead.

At the moment he died, he didn't know who he died.

When the unification led this scene, he kneeling on the ground unable to kneel on the ground, and his face is ash, and he gave up the resistance.

Others looked at the leadership and looked at the dead body of Si Mingxuan, who had died, and they were panicked, and they didn't know what to do at all.

Some guards wanted to escape, so they found that they were already guarded by Si Moli's dark guards, including those who went out to find the imperial doctor before were controlled there.

At this moment, everyone understood that the general trend had gone, and they left the weapons in their hands. They were taken out by the unification.

Si Mingxuan's body was also carried away by the palace people. As for the jade seal on him, he was also taken out and washed and put back to the emperor's case table.

"Mo Li, you do well!" The emperor said, "Go, take the antidote away."

Si Moli didn't look back, and strode out.

He went to the hall and went to the stairs. At this moment, his heart was a deserted desert.

After the dragon chair, there was a rectangular wooden box, opened it, there was a roll of decree, and a small can of paste -shaped drugs.

He put the imperial decree back in situ, and then took the antidote directly out of the palace. He saw Shen Qingyun in the Hanging Medical Pavilion.

Because of the help of Lian Rufeng, the poison of Shen Qingyun and the eight princes did not spread, but the place where the jade seal touched the jade seal was densely tingling, and it was not easy to feel.

Seeing Si Moli back, the eighth prince's eyes suddenly lit up: "Uncle Huang, you are back!"

Si Moli nodded and gave the medicine to Lian Rufeng to view it.

Even Rufeng found that there was no obvious poison in it. He tried it at his fingertips again. After a while, there was no special response, so he said: "You can try it."

The eighth prince swallowed and looked at Shen Qingyun.

With the attitude of Si Moli to her, she will definitely give her the antidote first.

Shen Qingyun felt his eyes, and his eyes were slightly drooping: "The area of ​​His Royal Highness His Highness has a large area, first use it for him, not in a hurry."

Si Moli did not oppose it. Even Rufeng put the ointment into the hands of the eight princes.

Then he stood there, but he was not in a hurry to use Shen Qingyun.

The eighth prince suddenly realized that Si Moli and even Ru Feng wanted to make him test first. He suddenly regretted it. He knew that he should give Shen Qingyun.

Unexpectedly, Shen Qingyun looked weak, and it was also a thoughtful.

Just after a while, the eighth prince exhaled gently and laughed: "Uncle Huang, Shenyi, this ointment should be fine, I feel that the tingling of the two palms began to fade."

Even the wind nodded: "Then I take a look at the pulse for you."

The eighth prince flashed, and stretched out his hand.

As soon as Ru Wind's hand was put on his wrist, he immediately felt that his heart was extremely fast, and his face was cold, and his face was cold: "No, you are lying."

Si Moli was originally soothing Shen Qingyun, and when she heard her frowning, the eyes of sharp blades fell on the eight prince's panic: "What's going on?"

"I, I am a little nervous ..." The eighth prince said.

Si Moli interrupted him: "To be honest, otherwise your hand is not cured."

The eighth prince was stunned by Si Moli, and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Uncle Emperor, this ointment has no special feeling, I ... I ..."

Shen Qingyun looked at him indifferently, presumably hoped that she could apply ointment at the same time.

In this way, if something really happens, the two are also responsible for them together.

Such a small cleverness is really ...

Shen Qingyun looked at Si Moli, and she saw disappointment in his eyes.

She felt a little bit in her heart. If the eighth prince could not stand on the table, I am afraid that only Si Moli could take the final appointment.

At this time, there was a dark guard in the outside of the case: "Lord, the news of the emperor's illness in the palace, now call you and all the princes, and the concubines are waiting outside the Qianqing Palace."

Si Moli closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He said to Lian Rufeng: "Here it will be given to you."

Even the wind nodded dignifiedly: "You can rest assured, I will cure them."

Si Moli looked at Shen Qingyun again.

Shen Qingyun's eyes suddenly a little red, and his nose was sore.
Chapter completed!