Flying forward and catching Chu Lan's shaky body, Zhang Qingjiu stretched out her hand to feel his pulse, her eyes becoming more solemn than ever before.
Looking at Chu Lan again, her face was as pale as paper, and there were faint beads of sweat on her smooth forehead. She was obviously suffering from great pain.
The craftsmen nearby were so frightened that their legs were trembling. They wanted to step forward but did not dare to go over. They could only ask in a low voice: "Master Xiao Zhang, His Royal Highness, this, this is..."
Taking his finger away from Chu Lan's pulse, Zhang Qingjiu picked him up and turned to look around, "What happened just now, if I tell it to anyone..."
"Don't worry, Mr. Xiao Zhang, we will definitely not say anything!" Wu Chang immediately took the lead in expressing his stance, and the others also nodded in agreement with a pious attitude.
Zhang Qingjiu looked at them deeply and nodded.
The crowd spontaneously made way for them.
She was obviously a weak woman, but Zhang Qingjiu held Chu Lan in her arms and walked forward step by step with unprecedented firmness.
Someone nearby could not bear it and asked in a low voice if they needed help, but Zhang Qingjiu refused them one by one.
From the Star Building to the back garden, the craftsmen followed them all the way, but no one spoke. They could only hear the sound of uniform footsteps, like a firm guard.
Perhaps it was Chu Lan's order, and I didn't meet a few servants from the Prince's Mansion along the way.
At the door of the back garden, Zhang Qingjiu glanced at the people who wanted to follow him and said, "Go back, it won't be good for you to follow me again."
Wu Chang paused, looked at Zhang Qingjiu's straight back, and knelt down with a final thump, "I wish His Highness the Crown Prince peace and health, and a hundred years of worry-free life!"
"I wish His Royal Highness the Crown Prince peace and health and a hundred years of worry-free life!"
The calls made Zhang Qingjiu suddenly stop in his steps.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Qingjiu gathered Chu Lan in his arms, straightened his back, and an unprecedented firmness flashed in his eyes, "Don't worry, he will be fine as long as I am here."
After saying this, Zhang Qingjiu walked out of the back garden.
Different from the initial silence, as soon as they came out of the back garden, some maids and servants cast their eyes over. When they saw Chu Lan being held in Zhang Qingjiu's arms, almost everyone's expressions changed.
Then, visible to the naked eye, everyone started to move, whispering to each other.
Zhang Qingjiu turned a deaf ear to the movement in front of him, holding Chu Lan with a calm expression and walking firmly towards his bedroom.
until……
"Put down His Highness the Crown Prince!" Shui Lan flew forward, holding a soft sword in his hand, pointing directly at Zhang Qingjiu.
At this moment, she was still dressed as a man, but without a veil or hat. Her bare face was filled with shock and anger.
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed her eyes. If she could say a few more words normally, it wouldn't hurt to have a discussion. It was just playing with a baby, so it was harmless.
But today...
Glancing down at Chu Lan's face, which was becoming increasingly lifeless, Zhang Qingjiu said in a low voice, "Get out of the way."
"What qualifications do you have to hold His Highness the Crown Prince?" Shui Lan was so angry. How could any woman be so shameless?
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes slightly and was about to speak when several familiar figures appeared in front of him.
I saw Huo Wu and Feng Zhi flying over, and Mu Qing, whom I had never seen before, also appeared.
Shui Lan felt happy and quickly looked at the people, "You are here, she..."
Unexpectedly, none of them seemed to have heard her words. Feng Zhi walked directly to Zhang Qingjiu and asked, "How are you, Your Highness?"
Huo Wu also walked over with a worried look on his face and asked.
Mu Qing stood next to Shui Lan with a deep look in his eyes.
"If you wait a little longer, the gods will not be able to save you." Zhang Qingjiu glanced at Feng Zhi.
Upon hearing these words, several people's expressions instantly became solemn.
Feng Zhi's mouth moved, and he was the first to get out of the way, "Master Xiao Zhang, please..."
Huo Wu also nodded solemnly and moved out of the way on the other side.
Mu Qing held Shui Lan's shoulders and shook her head silently when she looked over angrily.
Zhang Qingjiu glanced at them, nodded gently, hugged Chu Lan and ran towards the palace.
Huo Wu and Feng Zhi looked at each other and immediately followed.
"You!" Seeing that they not only ignored him, but also helped the tyrants to do harm, Shui Lan was so angry that he was about to catch up, but Mu Qing held him down again.
"Shui Lan, don't be persistent." Mu Qing's eyes darkened slightly.
"What ability does she have? Isn't it because of her that His Highness looks like this?" Shui Lan's eyes were red, and the emotions in his eyes were both angry and sad.
After all, they are partners fighting side by side, so why are they all suddenly leaning towards that woman?
"There are some things you haven't seen with your own eyes, and you won't believe it if I tell you." Mu Qing sighed softly, "I'll take you there, but you have to promise me not to make any noise or disturb me anymore."
Shui Lan knew Mu Qing's temperament, looked at him deeply, and finally nodded in compromise, "As long as she is not harmful to His Highness, I promise not to disturb her."
"Then come with me." Mu Qing narrowed his eyes and took Shui Lan's arm.
As soon as Zhang Qingjiu arrived at Chu Lan's bedroom, he rushed directly into the inner room with his men. With a wave of his palm, he blocked the door of the servants who were nervous and confused and tried to follow him.
Before placing Chu Lan on the bed, he took off the girdle from his waist without any hesitation, followed by the white coat...until the entire jade-colored chest was naked in front of him.
Zhang Qingjiu took a deep breath, raised and lowered his fingers, and tapped several acupuncture points on Chu Lan's body. Then he formed a seal with his hands and pressed his palm on his heart. After a moment, it landed on his heavenly spirit.
After a full stick of incense, Zhang Qingjiu's face turned pale and dripping with sweat, and he took back his slightly trembling hands.
Although he didn't vomit blood, only Zhang Qingjiu knew that this time was no easier than any before.
Chu Lan's body couldn't bear the use of any internal force at all. Once he used his internal force, it would be like opening a hole for himself, allowing her soul to absorb his True Dragon Purple Qi.
Chu Lan had not used Kung Fu in the past, and she did not know that such a thing would happen.
The two souls are supposed to check and balance each other. Under the circumstances of one and the other, it's a wonder that Chu Lan's life is still good.
If it was just a little bit, she could just absorb it back, but who knew it would be much more than she imagined. It is conceivable that when Chu Lan flew up, she put in all her strength!
If she absorbs all the power of those souls, I'm afraid Chu Lan will end up with an unstable soul like hers.
She can find a way to remedy it herself, but what about Chu Lan? Apart from death, it is impossible for gods to save her!
She had no choice but to re-refine the true dragon's purple energy that had become the power of her soul and let him absorb it again.
But in this way, her backlash will be greatly strengthened!
Looking at the man whose breathing was gradually calming down, Zhang Qingjiu sneered, coughed, covered his mouth and sat down, sighing faintly, "If you let you show off, don't I have to save you in the end?"