Seeing Feng Yin gradually had difficulty breathing, but he still looked at him with a firm look. The force on Yuwen Haoyu's hand gradually increased...
Feng Yin looked at the cold and cold pupils, and there was a murderous intent that could not be ignored. The man she had been thinking about for so many years, and at this time, she really wanted to kill her.
An uncontrollable sourness surged in his heart in an instant, and a trace of despair flashed through his eyes. Feng Yin closed his eyes, but at the moment when his eyes opened again, a layer of coldness was covered with.
“Um…”
Yuwen Haoyu suddenly felt a tingling pain in his abdomen. When he lowered his eyes, he saw a golden needle on Feng Yin's fingertips piercing his abdomen.
"What are you doing?" Yuwen Haoyu frowned. Although it was a little bit difficult to get stitched on the needle, the feeling brought by something unclean on the needle was different.
The hand that pinched Feng Yin's neck gradually became weak. Yuwen Haoyu had to withdraw his hand and pulled out the dagger from his sleeve. Unexpectedly, the gift he just got from Luo Ling was put into use so quickly.
"Don't be nervous, Yu'er, I won't harm you."
Feng Yin took a few steps back, but comforted him softly. Yuwen Haoyu had disliked her, but now she was plotting against her again. She was not willing to listen to what she said, so she lifted the dagger and stepped forward with a strong murderous intent in her eyes.
But the moment of my eyes gradually became blurred and my hands couldn't increase my strength at all. As a result, before I could touch Feng Yin, I fell down first.
"Damn... Feng Yin, I really didn't expect that you were even me..."
Yuwen Haoyu lay on the ground and realized that he seemed to be about to lose consciousness. He grabbed the sharp blade of the dagger and grabbed it hard. The bright red bloodshot overflowed from his fingers. Feng Yin was shocked and quickly stepped forward to grab his wrist.
"Yuer, please let go quickly, let go..."
Feng Yin grabbed his wrist and wanted to break off his fingers holding the sharp blade of the dagger. Unfortunately, Yuwen Haoyu woke up a little because of the severe pain. He struggled to get up and raised his hand to throw her aside.
"Get out!"
Seeing Yuwen Haoyu stumble, he walked out, Feng Yin stood behind him, staring at his back, and said to himself, even if you walk out of here at this time, sooner or later, you will come back by yourself.
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When the people outside the palace saw Yuwen Haoyu coming out, their hands were covered in blood and they were shocked.
"Don't worry about me, be more vigilant and watch the people inside."
Yuwen Haoyu spoke in a deep voice at the guard road outside the palace.
"Yes, the emperor." The guard bowed his head and responded.
Yuwen Haoyu still held the dagger in his hand, but he did not go to the Imperial Medical Office, but returned to the main hall.
At this time, Luo Ling was about to go to bed, but suddenly she heard Mei Xiang outside the room screaming: "Your Majesty..."
Luo Ling was stunned and quickly got up. When she had just gotten off the bed and was about to go to the door to take a look, Yuwen Haoyu pushed the door open and came in.
"Yu, why are you..."
Before Luo Ling could finish his words, Yuwen Haoyu staggered and almost fell down. Luo Ling quickly looked and held him up, but he was scared. When he was about to ask, his fingertips touched him.
It was so sticky, Luo Ling lowered her eyebrows and looked at Yuwen Haoyu's hands were already covered in blood.
"Mei Xiang! Go and pass on the imperial physician!"
Mei Xiang, who was outside the door, called out anxiously, and Luo Ling helped Yuwen Haoyu to the bed. At this time, Yuwen Haoyu had gradually begun to lose consciousness.