Only love ghost doctor poison concubine

Chapter 302 Serious Injury Shuffle (1)
He was fast, and the sword was even faster, falling down and slicing across his back shoulder.Feng Zhijue snorted, and the bright yellow dragon robe was instantly stained with blood red.

Yuan Chuhan leaned against the palace wall, everything in front of her eyes fell into her eyes.The next moment, he dragged Feng Zhijue to the direction of the palace gate, even though it was also a dead end.

Assassins loom, with nowhere to run.Feng Zhijue staggered and lost a lot of blood.

Yuan Chuhan dragged him to stand in the corner, and at the same time stood in front of him. Seeing the long blade fall, it was impossible for her to dodge, all she could do was close her eyes.

I thought that the next moment would be pain, but instead of feeling pain, what I heard was a ding.

Opening his eyes, divine soldiers descended from the sky, and the guards following Fengli rushed into the palace.

The familiar figure was half a meter in front of him, and he could almost smell his body.Feng Li is holding a long sword and is fighting with an assassin.

Seeing him use force, Yuan Chuhan's heart stopped beating, he could not use force.

"Fengli!" Shouted, in exchange for Fengli retreating closer to her, and it was obvious that his footsteps were a little unsteady.

On the left side, a long sword came through the air and went straight to Feng Zhijue behind Yuan Chuhan.

Feng Li looked back at the two of them at the same moment, and also found the sword coming through the air.With a flash of his figure, Yuan Chuhan and Feng Zhijue were knocked back to the corner by him at the same time, and he blocked them with his body, and the long sword was accurately inserted into his left chest.

"Fengli!" Catching his fallen body, the hand covering his abdomen felt sticky.

The sound of beating and killing seemed to have disappeared, and Yuan Chuhan could only hear Fengli's breathing, which was heavy and powerless.

"Uncle Emperor." Feng Zhijue supported Fengli's other side of his body. Because of his back injury, his movements seemed to be very difficult.

The long sword was still stuck in his chest. Although it was very long outside his body, it was unknown how long it was inside.

Hugging him, Yuan Chuhan's mind went blank, "Fengli, Fengli."

"My lord is fine." Seeing that she was in such a panic, Feng opened her mouth, and as he spoke, blood flowed out along the place where the long sword sank.

"Don't talk, don't talk, I'll come." Stimulated by the blood, Yuan Chuhan raised his hands, both hands were covered with Fengli's blood.

Grabbing the sword, Fu felt something was wrong again, raised his hand and pulled out the gold hairpin on his head, pouring out the silver needle inside with trembling fingers.

"Don't be afraid, with me here, you'll be fine." With a pale face, Yuan Chuhan muttered, but he didn't know whether he was speaking to Feng Li or to himself.

Closing his eyes, Feng Li's face also turned pale as paper in a short moment.

Feng Zhijue squatted beside him, complex expressions appeared on his pale face.

Holding the silver needle with trembling fingers, he found the right place to pierce it, Feng Li let out a muffled groan, he was not dizzy yet.

Stuck around the wound, temporarily stopped the bleeding, Yuan Chuhan raised his hand to grab the long sword, and pulled it out forcefully.

Bright red blood flowed out again, and it was in a gushing trend.

He grabbed his cloak and pressed it to his wound, and grabbed another gold hairpin on his head with one hand.

"Hold it!" He was too busy and roared, which shocked Feng Zhijue to his senses.

Press Yuan Chuhan's cloak, but under that, the palms are covered with hot blood, which seems to be able to burn people.

A dozen silver needles were pierced across Fengli's chest through his clothes, and the gushing blood finally subsided gradually.

At the same time, the guards of the palace were also assisted by Ouchi guards who rushed in from the outside.Although there is not much cooperation, but at this time they have a very tacit understanding, surrounding the assassins in the palace, unable to advance or retreat.

The imperial guards finally broke through the outer barriers and rushed into the palace road.The archers are ready, and the guards of the palace and the Ouchi retreat to the two sides at the same time, completely exposing the assassin trapped in the middle.

With an order, the arrows flew, and the sound of piercing through the air screamed harshly, but the next moment came the arrow piercing into the flesh and the humming of pain before it was too late.In the blink of an eye, the palace road was covered with corpses.

After the assassin was dealt with, the guards of the palace and the Ouchi guards turned back to their respective masters, only to find out that both of them were injured.

"What are you still looking at? Take him away. You go back to the mansion and get my medicine box, hurry up!" Seeing that they were all standing around dumbfounded, Yuan Chu shouted coldly, Fengli is not dead yet!
Everyone moved immediately, Feng Zhijue was supported by the inner guards, and at the same time he raised his voice: "Carry the emperor to Jingren Palace." This is the closest to Jingren Palace, and he and Yuan Chuhan just came out from there.

The guards carried Fengli, and went straight to Jingren Palace carefully but quickly.

Yuan Chuhan, covered in blood, followed quickly.

Feng Zhijue's back was soaked in bright red blood, and the bright yellow dragon robe also turned black and red.

Jingren Palace, in the side hall, the palace servants walked in and out quickly with hot water towels.

On the big bed, Feng Li was lying there, the clothes on his upper body were cut open, his left chest was exposed, a small wound was just a few centimeters above his heart, blood was still oozing out.

His face was pale and bloodless, but his eyes were open.

Beside the bed, Yuan Chuhan pierced Fengli's wound with a silver needle again, and the bleeding situation improved.

Raising his hand to wipe his face with the back of his hand, Yuan Chuhan continued to give the needle, trying hard to control his hand not to tremble.

Fengli could see her, from beginning to end.Tears streamed down her face, as if she didn't feel it, and all her attention was on his wound.

"Don't cry... this king won't die." He opened his mouth, and as he spoke, the wound began to ooze blood again.

"Don't talk! I know you can't die, but if you talk like this endlessly, the blood will dry up." Shouting, she is now highly nervous, like the fuse of a bomb, as long as there is a spark, she will explode open.

Feng Li was obedient and silent, and wanted to close his eyes, but he insisted on opening them.In the bottom of his heart, he was also worried that maybe if he closed his eyes, he would never be able to open them again.

Yuan Chuhan raised his hand to wipe off the water on his face, and at this moment, he also realized that she was crying.

"Princess, the medicine box is here!" The guard who went back to the palace to get the medicine box came back, carrying Yuan Chuhan's medicine box, and rushed in to deliver it.

After taking the medicine box, Yuan Chuhan first took out a brown porcelain bottle inside, the size of a thumb, which was inconspicuous.

Pull out the stopper, pour out the only pill left in it, and stuff it into Fengli's mouth, "This is Dahuandan, you'll be fine if you take it." No matter how much blood you bleed, you can save your life by taking this medicine.

Seeing that his complexion improved slightly, Yuan Chuhan took out another porcelain bottle, poured two pills out of it, and brought it to his mouth.

"After eating this, you won't feel any pain and will fall asleep again. But don't be afraid, it's just an anesthetic." With wet eyelashes, Yuan Chuhan looked at him, pulling the corners of his lips to make himself laugh.

(End of this chapter)