The chief concubine of the foodie king

Chapter 228
"Is that difficult?" The prince continued to ask, with deep interest in his eyes.

How could Yun Yurou not understand his thoughts, pretending to think, "Well, it should be very difficult. At the beginning, my master said that I was a rare talent in 500 years, but I also studied for five years, so If you want to learn, Prince..."

One wanted to learn and the other didn't want to teach, so they couldn't reach a consensus. Seeing this, the crown prince couldn't force himself to do so. He turned to the leader of the imperial army and said, "Detain King Yan first, and hand it over to the emperor in the future!"

"Haha, I swear I won't be a prisoner!" Lord Yan laughed ferociously with his facial features, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. When everyone thought he was still trying to resist, he smiled at Yun Yurou, "As expected of Lao Jiu's Woman, more insidious than him! In the afterlife, this king will definitely make your life worse than death!"

Before everyone could react, he suddenly leaned forward and pressed his neck against the blade of the leader of the imperial army, a bloody light shot up into the sky and scattered into the night sky.

Spreading to the side of the big tree where he saw Jian Tong's figure before, this time, he saw Jian Tong again, Jian Tong just glanced at him quietly, then walked away with his back behind his back, his back was ethereal and illusory.

Seeing Prince Yan lying in a pool of blood, Chu Tiankuo and the others let out a sigh of relief. Perhaps this can be said to be a reward for the present world!Jian Xunchuan's face did not show the joy after the successful revenge, his cold eyes passed over Lord Yan, and fell on Zheng Feixu who was crawling ahead.

Zheng Feixu didn't seem to notice that Prince Yan had died, and he was still spitting and climbing towards the big tree.

When she climbed to the bottom of the tree, she didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly yelled and slammed her head against the tree stump vigorously.

Yun Yurou wanted to stop it, but it was too late, she could only witness Zheng Feixu's head was bleeding, blood splashed everywhere, splashed on her and Jian Xunchuan's faces, splashed on Jian Tong's old grave, and soaked into the soil.

When Zheng Feixu fell down limply, Jian Xunchuan still couldn't help but feel his nose sore.

Yun Yurou clutched her chest and staggered to Zheng Feixu's side, leaned over and stretched out her hand towards her nose, then raised her eyes to Jian Xunchuan, her eyes flickering, "She still has a little breath, maybe only you can do it here." Save her, her life and death are all in your mind."

Jian Xunchuan bit his lower lip, struggling with pain in his eyes, he looked at Yun Yurou, and asked with difficulty: "Sister, she is my father-killing enemy, can I really not save her?"

Yun Yurou sighed softly, then stood up, "It's true that she is your father-killer and enemy, but she is also your mother. It is up to you to decide whether to save or not. No one can blame you, as long as you don't regret it in the future." That's it."

Jian Xunchuan lowered his eyes, he was only a young man after all, his clear eyes were full of pain at this time, he looked at Zheng Feixu twice, then walked over to the wooden house where Jian Tong lived.

Jian Xunchuan's decisive back made Yun Yurou suddenly feel flustered, and then his throat felt sweet, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and he spurted out.

Hearing the sound, Jian Xunchuan turned his head, just in time to see this scene, and hurried back.

Yun Yurou's face turned pale, and blood dripped from the corner of her mouth. She felt that her eyes were darkened, and the world was spinning.He knew in his heart that it must be the sequelae of Lord Yan's palm just now.

"Sister, are you okay?" Jian Xunchuan supported Yun Yurou with concern, and asked anxiously.

Shaking his head, "Miss is fine. It's just that I used the phantom technique after receiving that palm, which caused such weakness. I want to sleep and wake up and I'll be fine."

As if thinking of something, Yun Yurou endured the burning and stuffiness in his chest and looked at Prince Liuliang, "Prince, it's not that I don't want to teach you, but that the phantom technique is a sorcery in the final analysis. Any sorcery, the user will have it himself. Injured. If it wasn't because Prince Yan killed Xiao Chuanzi's father, and Xiao Chuanzi is my younger brother, I wouldn't use this magic trick if others said nothing. It's too exhausting. You are precious for the future My son, it's really not suitable for practicing these dirty things."

When Prince Liuliang heard Yun Yurou say this, the suffocation in his heart dissipated, and he smiled sincerely at Yun Yurou, "Let's leave it at that, and let Jian Xunchuan help you see it first!"

Yun Yurou looked at Jian Xunchuan with a distracted gaze, but did not ask him to treat her, but glanced at Zheng Feixu twice, and said softly, "Xiao Chuanzi, let's save her first! If she is really You died, although you avenged your father, but you killed your mother yourself, and when she died, there was a helpless orphan girl in the world. Mingming is the same as you back then. is innocent..."

Jian Xunchuan's lips trembled slightly, he just stood there quietly, he didn't know what to do.

For Zheng Feixu, he still couldn't let go.

"Xiao Chuanzi, go, don't let yourself regret for the rest of your life, and don't let Mingming hate you, you know better than anyone the pain of not having parents, do you have the heart to let her go the way you have walked? She is only seven now Year old! Go, sister is fine, she won't die." Yun Yurou continued to persuade Jian Xunchuan.

Now that Prince Yan is dead, Jian Xunchuan's revenge can be regarded as revenge. No matter how bad Zheng Feixu is, he is also the mother of the two children, and the crime is not as good as the children.As Jian Xunchuan's older sister, she really didn't want him to repent for the rest of his life.

Jian Xunchuan finally took a step towards Zheng Feixu who was in a pool of blood.

This may be the first close contact between mother and child in more than ten years, but it is so inconsistent.

Chu Tiankuo squatted down and looked at Yun Yurou, and asked with concern and distress, "Yurou, let me help you go back to the wooden house to rest first! I will take you back to Liuliang in the morning and seek treatment from the imperial physician."

Yun Yujudo, "Let's go back to the cabin first!"

In the wooden house, Jian Xunchuan took out the medicine box that Jian Tong used to treat people's pulse, took out the silver needles inside, and stabbed the person on the bed one by one.

His expression was solemn but unwilling, and his movements were skillful but clumsy. He knew that Zheng Feixu would disappear if he moved a little bit.At this time, it seemed that there were two selves living in his body, one insisted on avenging his father, and the other insisted on saving Zheng Feixu.

Thin beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of Jian Xunchuan, who was struggling, and his strikes were often interrupted. Chu Tiankuo knew that he must be at war with heaven and man in his heart at this time, and was suffering between killing his father, enemy, and mother. struggle.

"Xiao Chuanzi, let go of your personal feelings for now, and look at this matter with the eyes of a doctor like your father did before he was alive, and you will feel that everything is not so difficult!" The aged Chu Youxiong finally spoke up, and it seemed that he had already done something for Jian Xunchuan in his words. Decide.

Even though Zheng Feixu deserved to die, he still hoped to give her a chance to repent again, not for her, but as Yun Yurou said, for the two children!

From the perspective of a doctor, there is no grievance in the world, only saving lives and helping the wounded.

A nerve in Jian Xunchuan's heart broke with a "bang!", and he hugged the last straw tightly like a drowning man, giving himself an excuse to save Zheng Feixu.

(End of this chapter)