Wild Phoenix Playing Dragon: Chongxi Little Silly Concubine

Yuwen Haoyu looked at her, with eyes full of self-blame, "It's all my fault. I introduced some juggler into the palace, but it scared you and almost hurt you."

Speaking of this, Luo Ling looked at him with a puzzled look on his face, and asked, "You certainly wouldn't arrange for that juggler to show me the part of throwing the dagger, so why did that person appear in the juggling troupe?" ?”

"Yes, that person was indeed not arranged by me..."

When Yuwen Haoyu said this, his eyes narrowed slightly. It seems that someone knew that he wanted to invite the juggling troupe into the palace and sneaked in on purpose, and the matter of him inviting the juggling troupe, except for the black panther and a few palace people who explained the matter , and other people know, how did the assassin know?

"Ling'er, don't worry. I will definitely investigate this matter and give you an explanation. You should rest well first. I will send more people here to protect you. Don't worry."

Yuwen Haoyu stretched out his hand, caressing her face that seemed very scared. If the arrow just now really hit her, maybe it would be one dead body and two lives. In this case, I really thank Feng Yin.

After Hei Bao ordered people to take care of Feng Yin, he came to report to Yuwen Haoyu, but he felt guilty for not catching the assassin.

"Even you can't catch him?"

Yuwen Haoyu stood at the door of the room, closed the door, stared fixedly at the black panther, his handsome brows were slightly frowned, and asked.

"Your Majesty, this subordinate is incompetent, but the assassin's skill is very agile, and his lightness kung fu is superb, and this subordinate..."

"That's all." Yuwen Haoyu interrupted Heibao, and said: "It's too late to say anything now, you go and check slowly, no matter what method you use, how long it takes, you have to check it out for me!"

"Yes!"

Hei Bao bowed his head to take orders, but before he got up to leave, Yuwen Haoyu stopped him again, "How is Feng Yin's injury?"

"The subordinate temporarily placed her in the side hall. She was wounded by an arrow in the back, and the imperial physician is currently treating her," Hei Bao said.

"Well, it's okay, let's go."

For Feng Yin, Yuwen Haoyu is indeed grateful. If it weren't for her, the cold arrow would have shot into Luo Ling's chest. If that was the case, I'm afraid he would be too regretful now. Thinking about it this way , I still think it’s okay to go and see her.

When she walked into the side hall, the imperial physician had just helped her treat the wound, and then gave the prescription to the servants. When she turned around, she saw Yuwen Haoyu standing at the door, and hurried forward to salute.

"emperor."

"Excuse me, how is her injury?" Yuwen Haoyu asked.

"As far as the current situation is concerned, there is no need to worry about life. After a few days of recuperation, the wound will be fine." The imperial physician replied.

"En." Yuwen Haoyu nodded, walked in while walking, and walked to the bed. Feng Yin had to sleep on her stomach because of her back injury, so she slept extremely restlessly, and Xiuzhi's brows were tangled. Together, it seems that the wound is painful.

Yuwen Haoyu looked at it for a while, and when he turned to leave, he heard Feng Yin calling his name.

"Yu'er, Yu'er, is that you?"

Hearing that she still called him like this, Yuwen Haoyu frowned slightly, but he didn't have anything to say. When he turned to look at her, he saw Feng Yin's pillow was slightly wet, and she cried.

"Does the wound hurt?"

Yuwen Haoyu sat by the bed, looked at her tearful eyes, and couldn't help asking softly.

"Well, it hurts..."