Mo Chuan immediately became energetic.
"Where's Shaobai?" He glanced around and saw Chu Shaobai lying at the door of the palace. He was startled, "What's wrong with him?"
"He is too tired. He said he wanted to take a rest. I think he was tired from running too fast on the road. Your Majesty, do you want to test the poison of this ginseng soup before giving it to the Queen?"
Ye Tingxuan asked softly.
According to the rules of the palace, all food intended for the emperor and queen must be tested for poison with silver needles. Although he believed that the things Chu Shaobai brought were definitely not poisonous, he still asked as usual.
"No need, I believe Shaobai."
Mo Chuan shook his head without thinking. He glanced at Chu Shaobai lying at the door, and for some reason, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
With Chu Shaobai's martial arts skills, how could he be so tired that he fell to the ground motionless
He put down the medicine bowl, stood up and walked to Chu Shaobai, looking down at him.
Chu Shaobai closed his eyes and lay quietly on the ground, as if he was asleep.
He was wearing a dark purple robe, which made his face look white, so white that there was no trace of blood.
This robe clearly belongs to Chu Shaoyang!
Mo Chuan's eyebrows jumped.
"Shaobai." He said softly.
Chu Shaobai didn't react at all. He just lay quietly like that, with a pale face and dark eyes tightly closed. His long eyelashes covered his eyes, motionless.
Mo Chuan realized something was wrong again.
With Chu Shaobai's inner strength, it was impossible for him not to hear himself calling him. Even if he really fell asleep, he would wake up from his sleep immediately.
"Shaobai!" he shouted.
Chu Shaobai remained motionless.
Mo Chuan quickly touched his chest and found that his heart was still beating, but he felt the moisture in his hand and smelled the smell of blood.
He pulled open the skirt of Chu Shaobai's chest and saw the deep wound on his chest, bleeding gurglingly, and couldn't help but gasp.
"Shao Bai!" Ye Tingxuan exclaimed when he saw it, "I, I will go and ask for Dr. Zhang right away, I will go right away."
He lost his usual composure and stumbled out.
Mo Chuan was much calmer than Ye Tingxuan.
He is very experienced in dealing with sword wounds. He can see that Chu Shaobai's wound has been smeared with gold wound medicine and simply bandaged. If he lies quietly and doesn't move, the wound will never bleed again. He must have been injured and rushed into the palace to give her life-saving medicine without caring about his own injury.
Not long ago, Chu Shaobai was fine. How could he suddenly suffer such a serious sword injury? Where did he get the snow ginseng soup
Mo Chuan thought about it for a while and figured it out, and couldn't help but his eyes got hot.
"Shaobai, you are so stupid. In order to save Ning'er, did you even risk your own life?"
He was in agitated mood, clenched his fists hard, and said bitterly: "Chu Shaoyang, you can actually be so cruel to your own brother. You... are so cruel!"
Now he no longer cares about scolding Chu Shaoyang, he must save Chu Shaobai's life!
He knew that Chu Shaobai was not asleep, but fainted. If he was not rescued in time, he would probably never wake up again.
But there was only one bowl of snow ginseng soup to save his life. If he saved Shaobai, he could not save Ning'er.
How should he choose
Save Shao Bai or save Ning'er
Mo Chuan's brows furrowed tightly, and his heart ached violently.