The attic was heavily guarded outside. In order to make King Zheng believe that he completely trusted him, the emperor placed secret guards at the door.
There were only two brothers left in the room. Si Wushang motioned to the emperor to sit on the ice bed that had been prepared by someone long ago. Since the emperor was born with a heart disease, he was completely unable to practice martial arts and could not cooperate with him.
Everything can only rely on King Zheng himself. Si Wushang took out the dagger from his arms and cut his palms without hesitation. The emperor also took the dagger and cut his palms. If he wanted to revive his bloodline, he could only kill King Zheng first.
He used internal force to inject the blood into the emperor's body, and then used the blood from the apex of his heart as a medicine to introduce the medicine and take the Yangxin Decoction. It can be said that the only person in the world who can save the emperor is Prince Zheng.
As time passed by, Si Wushang's face became paler and paler, but the emperor's face was so red that the blood could not be completely fused for a while.
Originally, Si Wuyue no longer had any doubts about Prince Zheng in his heart. Seeing Prince Zheng who was extremely weak due to excessive blood loss, he put life and death in front of him.
Si Wushang slowly withdrew his inner strength and used the remaining inner strength to seal his acupuncture points. The emperor hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to support her, calling out in a voice: "Second brother! Second brother! How are you?" He looked extremely nervous.
and worry.
Si Wushang weakly raised his eyes and looked into his worried eyes. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he called his second brother. It seemed that since the day he became emperor, he was the king and his minister, and he had never had that brother.
Friendship.
He stretched out his hand to straighten his body, looked at the dagger placed on the couch in the opposite direction from the corner of his eye, and breathed a long sigh of relief, with a weak gasp, "Your Majesty, should you personally take my brother's blood, or should I do it myself?
"
Si Wuyue held his head, tears streaming down her face, "Second brother, it's not good for me to be an elder brother. I forgot my father's instructions when he died and forgot the brotherhood between us. But I am an emperor, and for the sake of the country and the country
, the people of Li are protected from war, and I must live."
There was no complaint in Si Wushang's eyes. When he was young, he once asked his father why he didn't leave everything behind and take his mother and concubine away, so that her mother and concubine would not die.
At that time, my father had said the same thing. As an emperor, he had no choice but to protect the country and the common people. It was a heavy responsibility. Although the emperor was noble and respected by everyone, how could he know that the emperor was the slave of the people in the world.
Si Wushang suddenly stretched out his hand to touch the bed and grasped the sharp blade in his hand. He knew that if the knife was struck, he would definitely faint, so he took a moment to regain his breath.
The voice said firmly: "Your Majesty, bring me the bowl, and I will do it myself. But before that, I would like to ask Your Majesty to promise me two things. First, don't carry me back to Nianxinyuan. I don't want to disturb my mother's spirit in heaven. Second.
Second, change out of my bloody clothes, I don’t want to scare her.”
Si Wuyue knew that the person King Zheng was referring to was Murong Yingluo, "Okay! Brother, I promise you!"
Si Wushang raised the white blade in his hand again, aimed at the apex of his heart and stabbed it in. The unbearable pain instantly spread to his limbs and bones, and he looked at the prepared cup.
Pulling out the blade, crimson color instantly splashed out. The blood on the blade dripped into the cup. The image in front of him gradually blurred. The dagger fell to the ground with a staggering sound, and Si Wushang fainted.
Si Wuyue looked at the bloody medicine primer in the cup, which was the blood of his own brother's heart, and looked at King Zheng who passed out with blood stained clothes.
"Second brother, you will always be my brother's good brother!" In order to survive, he drank a cup of medicine into his belly without hesitation.
Cheng Feng had already sealed King Zheng's acupuncture points when he pulled out the sharp blade. Si Wushang was very measured in his move. Excessive consumption and excessive blood loss would cause him to faint.
At the same time, Yingluo was weaving concentric locks for Prince Zheng in Nianxinyuan. Yingluo did not lie to Murong Jinxin. The jade locks and yellow talismans were obtained from the temple for protection, but the reason was just made up by her.
Although she is not good at female beauty, she is very good at weaving jade locks. This is the skill that the aunt is good at. Yingluo is sure that even Murong Jinxin cannot be as good as her. She looks at the fiery red tassels paired with the ice blue ones.
Jade embellishment.
She held it in her hand with satisfaction. The prince has always liked white clothes, so it looks good with the prince's white clothes. Yingluo took the jade lock in her hand and played with it.
As time passed, a faint uneasiness came in her heart, which made her restless and paced back and forth. It was getting dark when she saw that King Zheng had not come back yet, so she did not dare to look for him for fear of hindering King Zheng from treating the emperor.
Outside the door, Amai hurried in and said in a panic: "Miss, it's not good. Someone broke into the villa and wanted to assassinate the emperor. Prince Zheng was seriously injured trying to save the emperor."
Yingluo felt her mind go blank. The jade lock in her hand slipped from her hand. Amai caught it in an instant and almost fell to the ground. He held Yingluo's shoulder with his other hand.
"Miss, don't worry."
Yingluo's eyes were filled with tears, they must be those assassins from last night.
He knew that King Zheng's martial arts skills were very high. Even if he was treating the emperor's illness, he would not be so weak that he could not resist. If a person like King Zheng was injured, it would be serious.
Yingluo, who had calmed down a little, grabbed Amai's collar and couldn't wait to know the prince's situation, "Where is he, prince? Take me to see him! I want to see him!"
"My lord, he is in the emperor's residence."
Amai looked at the young lady's devastated look and followed her silently.
Yingluo was filled with worry, and she tried to persuade herself not to scare herself all the way. Prince Zheng was so thoughtful that it was impossible to get hurt.
He was fine in the life-and-death situation last night. With so many guards around the emperor, Prince Zheng will be fine. He will definitely be fine.
But when Yingluo arrived at the courtyard where the emperor lived, she saw the emperor and Bupo standing outside the door from a distance.
The emperor actually stood guard at the door himself. The heartstrings in Yingluo's heart tightened, and her body suddenly swayed. Amai worriedly supported her from behind, "I'm fine!" However, Mr. Mu held back the tears and didn't let himself shed tears.
Yingluo nodded and said politely: "I've met the emperor! How...how is Prince Zheng doing?" She could no longer hide her worry about Prince Zheng.
"Don't worry, younger brother and sister. The second brother just lost too much blood. His wounds have been bandaged. He is now in a coma. Let's go and see him now! The second brother was still talking about his younger brother and sister before he passed out."
Because Yingluo was worried about Prince Zheng, she did not notice the change in the emperor's title.
With the emperor's reassurance, Yingluo's uneasiness subsided a little.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" He turned around and pushed the door open without hesitation.
Si Wuyue looked at Murong Yingluo's worried eyes, and saw King Zheng's instructions before he fell into coma. It seemed that the two of them had a true love. It would be a good thing for the second brother who has no father and mother to have a caring person by his side.
.It’s just that she is Murong Xuan’s daughter after all.
This time King Zheng was injured and it was announced that it was an assassination. Si Wuyue's body also needed to be carefully nursed back to health for some time, and the Queen Mother's people also had to be prevented from eradicating the roots before carrying out another assassination operation.