The prince saw Feng Yuxue disguised as a man, and then thought about his promise to his sister, then he smiled and looked at Zhao Wuhen.
The understanding Zhao Wuhen naturally knew what the prince meant, so he could only say:
"Since the princess also hates Zhao Wuyou, then just hand him over to the princess."
With that said, Zhao Wuhen stepped forward and placed the tip of his palm on Zhao Wuyou's heart. Then, he quickly hit Zhao Wuyou with his palm, a close palm with internal force, which made the situation even worse for Zhao Wuyou, who was already not optimistic.
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When death was approaching, Zhao Wuhen did not let Zhao Wuyou go. Is this a powerful family like Zhen Guogong? The palace ministers on the side couldn't stand it.
After handing over the power of handling Zhao Wuyou to Feng Yuxue, the prince led everyone to leave. Zhao Wuhen also looked at Zhao Wuyou with a sneer and left with his men.
When everyone dispersed, Feng Yuxue stood there in a daze. She saved Zhao Wuyou by accident, but she didn't know what to do with Zhao Wuyou. Kill him? He was already about to die. Save him? I'm afraid
Too difficult.
Huamei, who did not leave, could see that Feng Yuxue had only saved Zhao Wuyou in a moment of excitement, but she was completely unprepared on how to deal with Zhao Wuyou.
Huamei, who found a breakthrough, stepped forward, looked at Feng Yuxue who looked confused and said:
"Princess, Zhao Wuyou is not far from death now. You might as well hand him over to me. I believe it is unrealistic for you to bring a dying man into the palace. It is better to be a favor and let me deal with him."
"Why?" Feng Yuxue got angry when she saw Huamei, who was prettier and had a better figure than herself.
Huamei looked at the somewhat childish Feng Yuxue and said:
"Princess, Zhao Wuyou is already like this. Do you want to save him or kill him?"
"It's none of your business." Feng Yuxue pouted, but she didn't know how to deal with Zhao Wuyou.
Huamei stepped forward, and several of his maids also caught Zhao Wuyou, who was standing with his own perseverance. Feng Yuxue had a dark face, snorted coldly, glanced at Zhao Wuyou, and left.
Somehow, Feng Yuxue threw down another bottle of golden medicine and said:
"If Zhao Wuyou doesn't die, tell him that I, Feng Yuxue, will seek revenge from him."
Huamei nodded, called a few maids, and carried Zhao Wuyou upstairs.
Until the princess left, Du Mulu stood up and helped Huamei carry Zhao Wuyou upstairs.
"Miss Thrush, someone has already entered Mr. Zhao Wuyou's room, I'm afraid it's not clean."
Huamei was stunned by Mu Lu's reminder, then nodded and said:
"Then take it to my room."
Zhao Wuyou, who had always been active, was now lying on Huamei's bed. He didn't even have the strength to speak. He could only let others sprinkle medicine on him, and he could only let others feed him medicine soup.
"Can he survive?" Huamei asked the painting girl beside him who was proficient in medical skills.
"Hard to say."
The painting girl continued to treat Zhao Wuyou, but her face was very serious. It was obvious that Zhao Wuyou's situation was not optimistic.
"If it weren't for Zhao Wuhen's last slap on the chest, it's hard to say whether he would have survived." After working for a while, the painting girl stood up and said to Huamei.
"knew."
Huamei stood up and looked at Zhao Wuyou, who had closed his eyes. She had mixed feelings. Although she didn't like this boy's arrogance and playfulness, he was knowledgeable and talented, and his evil smile really made women hate him.
She sat in front of Zhao Wuyou and stretched out her hand to transfer the power in her body to him, but the tired Zhao Wuyou was unable to accept it at all and could only let the power return the way it came.
The disappointed Huamei stood up, sighed, and led everyone out of the room.
Zhao Wuyou, who was left alone, closed his eyes. He knew that he could not accept the power of Huamei, but his Dantian did not lose its vitality. The power as warm as sea water protected his broken heart and protected him.
Continue life.
"I'm not willing to give in, I'm not willing to give in..." Zhao Wuyou thought to himself that he was unhappy. He didn't believe that he would die like this.
When everyone sighed and dispersed, the dandy purple gold hairpin that Zhao Wuyou had always thought was useless exerted its weak power to keep Zhao Wuyou's mind clear.
Until then, Zhao Wuyou was protected by the purple gold hairpin, and remembered that the purple gold hairpin would nourish his cultivation, and protected him to stay awake at the critical moment.
Zhao Wuyou, who refused to give up, gradually became clear-headed. He used his strong perseverance to guide some of the power in his body to heal his wounds. The warm power of seawater that was originally outside his heart entered his heart.
"Heart-piercing pain," these powers entered his heart like foreign things, and the power flowed to Zhao Wuyou's open wound, slowly nourishing it.
Even though this feeling was very painful, even though there was very little power entering his heart, Zhao Wuyou still refused to give up. He wanted to try to see if these powers could repair his wounds.
The "Supreme Tao Sutra" was still working. Zhao Wuyou gritted his teeth and stimulated his potential, activating his Dantian with all his strength and continuing to produce the power like sea water.
The pain was even worse, but Zhao Wuyou did not give up. He knew that if he thought about giving up, he would really collapse. Now he had to fight desperately, take a gamble, and fight for his body with fate.
The dandy purple gold hairpin plays an important role. It keeps Zhao Wuyou awake and nourishes Zhao Wuyou's strength, preventing him from fainting due to pain. Even with the purple gold hairpin, the power generated in Zhao Wuyou's dantian
It is also smoothly delivered to all parts of the body.
One night passed, Zhao Wuyou actually immersed his own power into his heart. Under the guidance of Zhao Wuyou, those powers healed his wounds and healed them.
Huamei took a closer look the next day and saw that Zhao Wuyou's heartbeat was much better than before, and there seemed to be hope for survival, so she directly reached out and used her own power to explore Zhao Wuyou's condition.
"How is this possible?" Huamei looked at Zhao Wuyou in disbelief. She didn't believe that Zhao Wuyou's heart wound was really recovering, and the power in his body was still being continuously produced.
"Mr. He, what do you think is going on with this man?" Huamei stood up quickly when he saw the person behind him.
The short old man stepped forward, took Zhao Wuyou's pulse, and used his own strength to detect it for him.
After a while, he also said incredulously:
"This... I have never heard that people who practice the supreme Taoism have such abilities, and no one who is close to death has the courage to directly introduce power into the heart to heal his wounds."
Standing up, Mr. He looked at Zhao Wuyou and commented seriously:
"This man is a complete madman and a completely cruel person. He has tenacious vitality and should not die."
Zhao Wuyou didn't care what others said about him, he just wanted to get better quickly and avenge himself.
Knowing that Zhao Wuyou could not die, Huamei quickly called his men to get the best healing medicine to treat Zhao Wuyou's illness.
At this time, Mu Lu, who always knew what was going on, walked upstairs, came in front of everyone with a ginseng, and said:
"Young Master Zhao Wuyou does not deserve to die. He is such a good person, but he is treated like this. I have little power, so this wild ginseng should be my heart."
Huamei looked at the slightly feminine Mu Lu and said with a smile:
"You are not weak in strength. You have special skills, so how can you be weak in strength? But for the sake of your honesty and fairness, I would like to thank you first on behalf of Zhao Wuyou."
Mu Lu's eyes were stunned, but then he just smiled indifferently. After all, Huamei would not care about a small role like him, and there was no need to hide his secret from Huamei.
A knife wound on the chest was also applied by the painting girl to stop the bleeding. Zhao Wuyou's strength recovered quickly, and the wound on his heart also slowly healed. The remaining strength also entered his internal organs, helping him
Repair those broken wounds.
One day, two days, three days.
While everyone was still talking about Zhao Wuyou's vigorous deeds, Zhao Wuyou upstairs was recovering quickly.
But external injuries are easy to treat, but heart diseases are difficult to treat. Inside the Zhenguo Palace, Zhao Laoliu, who had always been arrogant and domineering, was crying and slumped on the bed. The woman beside him did not dare to say anything, but just worked hard.
"I can't stand up," Zhao Laoliu regretted. He regretted that he should not have gone to Wanhua Tower with Feng Tianshan.
With a "dong" kick, Zhao Laoliu kicked his personal maid out of bed and shouted:
"Get out, get out of here."
The pretty maid quickly climbed out of the door, not daring to stay for a moment.
Zhao Laoliu lowered his head. He was now like a puddle of mud, and he no longer had the majestic demeanor of the past.
"I am no longer a man..." Zhao Laoliu beat his feet and chest, lying on the bed and crying loudly. This chapter has been completed!