Wanqingsi

Chapter 243 Defeat Chapter Chapter 48-2 Emperor Injury

"The truth is to ask you, what happened to the emperor, don't talk about him!" Prime Minister Li's face darkened.Imperial Physician Liu wiped off his sweat, and looked up at Sitiantai Supervisor who had been standing beside him. The Supervisor took a step forward, and said with a pale face, "The next official is to answer the words of the Prime Minister."

Everyone stared at him, and the supervisor couldn't help but see sweat on his forehead: "For some reason, the emperor activated the god of protecting the country. In order to restore the spiritual power of the god, the emperor has been using the blood of his heart to sacrifice to the god. However, because the emperor lost the spiritual protection of the divine cauldron, he was given an extremely evil soul-drawing technique. Fortunately, he was protected by the remaining part of the spiritual power of the divine cauldron. Extremely serious internal injuries, the officials and the imperial doctors have been helping the emperor to recuperate these days, but just now when he heard the emergency at the border, the emperor was in a state of confusion, coughed up blood immediately, and tried to talk to the adults, that's why... "

what happened?Didn't Maha leave without entering the temple?Who else will run to descend?Could it be that after I was captured by Maha that day, there was another accident in the Taimiao, so General Ji has already surrendered, but he is still dead.My mind was in chaos, and my heart felt stuffy and painful. Looking at the emperor's pale face, I felt like I was about to lose my breath.

Except for King Jing, this must be the first time they have heard of the name "Lian Hun Jiang", that is, the god of protecting the country can detoxify and subdue poison. I am afraid that they are not members of the royal family and practitioners like Mr. Fu, Duan Zhiyi or Si Tiantai Jianzheng. It is impossible for people to know, and Si Tiantai Jianzheng didn't say much to explain, so everyone was in a daze, and kept asking. Only King Jing looked unpredictable.The Nine Kings asked: "Is the emperor hopeless? Physician Liu, all of you are deacons of the imperial medical office. You are so skilled in medicine that you can't even heal the emperor's injury?"

Physician Liu tremblingly said: "The emperor was injured by the most vicious sorcery in the world. Before the injury, his body was already extremely weak. If he is not stimulated and rests peacefully, the internal injury may be cured, but the meridians of the whole body cannot be cured. After recovering from the injury, the limbs will be weak and the whole body will not be able to move. Now that the fire is attacking the heart and the evil wind enters the brain, it may be possible at any time... Even if I wake up, I am afraid that I will not recognize anyone..."

Xu Shangshu also scolded: "Useless things, come here, send the emperor back to the palace immediately, and find another imperial doctor for treatment!"

"You must not!" Several imperial physicians immediately knelt on the ground, "My lord, you must not move the emperor now!"

"And why?" Prime Minister Li asked.Physician Liu said: "At this time, the emperor's dragon body is extremely fragile, not to mention that the bumps on the road will aggravate the emperor's injuries, even if he is to be moved to the carriage, it may be..."

But King Jing raised his voice to call the confidant guards waiting outside the palace: "Xuanhu, you also have a little knowledge of Qihuang art, you can help the emperor feel the pulse and see if what the imperial physician said is true?"

Hearing the words, the Xuanhu squatted beside the emperor, felt the pulse, and then quickly moved and kneaded all over the emperor's body. After a while, he stood up and said to King Jing: "The emperor suffered from serious internal injuries, and the pulse is almost indistinguishable. The meridians of the whole body are cut off, and the possibility of healing is almost zero, even if the injury recovers..." The guard hesitated, and King Jing said: "How?" The guard said in a deep voice: "Even if the injury is recovered, the whole body will be paralyzed and become Crap!"

The courtiers took a sharp breath, and I took a step back, squatting on the ground, looking at the unconscious emperor, feeling at a loss in my heart.How can it be?How could this person die?How could he die so easily?He is the emperor, who wants the wind to get the wind and the rain to get the rain, and holds the power of the world in his hands. He shouldn't die so easily!The man I know is the calm and unhurried noble boy in the brothel, the tender and affectionate Mr. Yu in the general's mansion, the cruel and heartless emperor in the prison, and the contradictory superior in the palace.He is so smart, so suspicious, so ruthless, and so decisive. He has two or three purposes in everything he does. Such a person should think carefully about himself. How could he die so easily?
Tears fell down my cheeks at some point, and my ears were in chaos. I couldn't hear what those princes, courtiers, and imperial doctors said. It seemed that someone was arguing, someone was scolding, someone rushed out angrily, and it seemed Someone was arguing, and it seemed that someone was whispering in front of me. There were booming and creaking sounds. The world seemed to be shaking. When all the chaotic voices disappeared, a silk handkerchief was handed to me. I stared at it blankly. The silk handkerchief in front of her saw the tears dripping on the silk handkerchief, the teardrops quickly blurred and bloomed into a frost flower on the delicate silk surface.

I looked up, behind the rain of tears, was a young fuzzy face.I stared at him blankly, his hand holding Sipa stopped in the air awkwardly, his face flushed red: "Ma'am..."

I came back to my senses, took the handkerchief in his hand, and wiped away the tears on my face: "Thank you Commander Xiao." Turning my head to look at the main hall, I was surprised when I looked at it, but there was no one in the hall. At some point, the place where the emperor and I were was raised into a platform again, and the four-cornered jade artifacts and the octagonal black wooden figurines seemed to emerge from the ground suddenly.The layout in front of me was exactly the same as when Maha attacked the Taimiao there. A faint beam of light shot down from above the head, covering the emperor. I looked up and saw that the beam was emitted from the divine guardian tripod hanging in the air.

Xiao Wuwang Xu saw that I was shocked, and explained: "The god of protecting the country still has weak spiritual power, which can protect the emperor's heart."

As soon as I heard it, I looked at him in the blink of an eye, and I was overjoyed: "The emperor will be fine for the time being, isn't he?"

Xiao Wuwang avoided my eyes, lowered his eyelashes, did not deny but did not admit, Gu Zuo said to him: "Those princes and adults have already left, Madam should go back to the palace to report to the Queen Mother."

"Report...how do you want me to tell my mother? Say that the emperor was seriously injured, so hurry up..." I bit my lip, looked down at the lifeless emperor on the platform, and felt a sudden pain in my heart.The corners of his lips were still stained with blood, I stretched out my hand and gently wiped the corners of his lips with the silk handkerchief in my hand.He raised his eyes and saw Xiao Wuwang looking at me fixedly, he hesitated for a moment, and still asked: "Does Commander Xiao know why the emperor suffered such a serious injury?"

I want to know who will come after Maha left that day?Xiao Wuwang lowered his eyelids: "I don't know."

I also knew that he wouldn't say anything, and I didn't ask any further questions. I turned my head to look at the emperor's lifeless face, gritted his teeth, got up and said, "I will take my leave. Commander Xiao, please guard the emperor carefully."

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