Chapter 143: Can I save the emperor by killing you?
Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, Leng Jian found his companions, and there was a dense rain of arrows.
Abbot Shikong blocked some of the arrows with a wave of his cassock, while Yelv Zihan drew out his long sword and danced like an airtight sword. A row of sharp arrows swept across the ground, and the white feathers on each arrow were still shaking.
"Take the ladies and leave quickly."
Shi Kong made a move and told the little novice monk to take a step forward to block the attack of the arrow.
The person who fired the arrows seemed not to smell the smell of blood and refused to give up. The arrows became denser and faster, forcing Yeluzihan and the abbot to work together to lift the Eight Immortals table next to them, block the door, and retreat to a safe place.
Someone in the crowd shouted, "My jade pendant."
Desperately, he rushed back to the place where the rain of arrows was still falling. Yelu Zihan cursed in a low voice and chased after him.
When he came back, there was a broken sword on his left shoulder. The arrow had penetrated deep into his body, and the blood flowing out was frighteningly black.
"emperor……"
The imperial concubines all formed a ball of shock and surrounded Yelu Zihan. Everyone was crying and crying, and everything was in chaos.
"My dear ladies, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time. The Emperor has been hit by a poisonous arrow. Please quickly follow me to a safe place."
Shi Kong led the way, and through the underground passage, we arrived at an unnamed courtyard. As soon as we entered the door, we were greeted by Yan Li's screams, filled with the majesty of the leader of the harem.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? What happened? How did you take care of the Emperor?"
"It's all Zhuo Meiren's fault. She just ran out to get a jade pendant. The emperor was injured because he saved her."
Concubine Qiang poked the beautiful lady, her beautiful eyebrows knitted together.
Yan Li glanced at Zhuo Meiren coldly.
"If anything happens to the emperor, it would not be an exaggeration to punish the nine clans of you."
"Amitabha, Miss Yanli, now is not the time to find out who is right and wrong, please make way, I want to drive away the poison and get arrows for the emperor."
"Abbott, please come to my room quickly. Siyi go and boil some water."
Yan Li led Shi Kong into her room in a hurry. Except for Si Yi who brought hot water in once, no one knew what the situation was like inside. Everyone was anxious outside like ants on a hot pot.
Later, I learned from Si Yi that yesterday Yelu Zihan discovered that the matter at the prayer platform was too strange, so he asked the abbot to arrange for Yan Li, who was not in good health, to rest in this courtyard.
This courtyard is located in a remote place and is used by the abbot for retreat. Unexpectedly, it has become a temporary safe place.
Time passes by, and the longer it drags on, the more worrying it becomes, and everyone is upset and angry.
Some were pacing back and forth to relieve their anxiety, some were sighing, and some were taking a look outside the door from time to time.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...It's all my fault. It's my fault."
Seeing how anxious everyone was, Zhuo Meiren couldn't help but feel more stressed, and couldn't help but cry with self-blame.
When Concubine Qiang saw her like this, she immediately became angry and stabbed her head hard with her finger in a glove.
"Why are you crying? The emperor is not dead yet."
"Empress Qiang Fei, I...I..."
Zhuomei's tears were like broken pearls, falling one after another.
"Empress, if you kill me, I will have no face to live on."
"If I kill you, your Majesty will be fine. I will cut you into pieces immediately."
"That's enough, stop making noise. Don't you think this place is chaotic enough?"