If he hadn't witnessed his transformation with his own eyes, even Murong Wushuang wouldn't be able to connect the Feng Manxiu in front of him with the man who looked like the god of death just now.
This man is indeed a monster!
Murong Wushuang sighed secretly in his heart, and hurriedly stuffed the wooden box into his sleeve pocket, walked over and helped Feng Manxiu lift up the housekeeper on the ground.
At this time, the horse team of the night watch team had also rushed to the front.
Seeing Feng Manxiu, the leader jumped down from the horse team and saluted him respectfully.
"My lord, please forgive me. I'm waiting for the escort to be late!"
"Stop talking nonsense, send someone to the palace immediately to ask the imperial doctor to detoxify him!"
As Feng Manxiu said this, he waved his hands and directed several guards to lift the housekeeper on his horse.
Let the two guards help him onto the horse, and then he stretched out his palm to Murong Wushuang on the ground.
"Come, I'll take you!"
Seeing several other guards getting on their horses, there were two guards riding the same horse.
What else could Murong Wushuang say? He could only stretch out his palms and let Feng Manxiu pull her onto the horse's back.
He hurried all the way back to the palace, carried the butler to his room and put him on the bed
Not long after, the imperial doctor also arrived in a hurry
After carefully checking the housekeeper's pulse, the imperial doctor couldn't help but shook his head slightly.
"How about it?!"
Feng Manxiu asked anxiously
"The main vein has been hit. At this time, the poison has already attacked the heart. I'm afraid there is no way to turn around!"
The imperial doctor lowered his head helplessly and replied
Feng Manxiu said nothing, looking sideways at the butler's old face that had turned light blue, with an unconcealable look of pain flashing in his eyes.
After waving to everyone, he weakly sat on the chair next to the bed.
"You all go out and let me be alone with him for a while!"
"Sir, let's go back!"
Zi Yan gently pulled Murong Wushuang's arm
Murong Wushuang glanced at Feng Manxiu who was sitting by the bed, turned around and walked out following Zi Yan.
Walking all the way to Jinyuan, she was not in a relaxed mood
"Hey!" Qingliu sighed lowly, "If something happens to the housekeeper, the palace must be very sad!"
"That goes without saying!" Zi Yan, who has always been cheerful, also said in a very low tone, "The prince's mother passed away after giving birth to the prince. Since the prince was crowned king at the age of six, he has been looked after by the housekeeper. After more than ten years of love, how can