The fat monk's knife was inserted into Ling Chuyao's body, and he had to put all the weight of his body on Zhuge Linlang's body, his face gradually turned pale because of excessive blood loss.
Zhuge Linlang hugged his waist, his expression was as calm as ever, but his tone had already unconsciously brought some panic: "You, are you okay?"
"I can't die." Ling Chuyao was so angry that he looked up to smile at her, but the corners of his mouth seemed to be heavy, so he couldn't lift it up.
"Ling Chuyao, don't you hear anything? You don't have anything!" Zhuge Linlang kept holding him like this, feeling the weight on her shoulders getting heavier and heavier, "Dong Lin, Xia Lin, come and see him!"
Ling Chuyao was injured, and Dong Lin and Xia Lin rushed to the front immediately.
The steel knife passed through the chest, and no one dared to pull it out hastily.
"Wang Hao, his subordinates and Dong Lin don't know medical skills, so they have to go back to Xiangguo Temple and find a clean place for the prince to heal his injuries." Xia Lin checked Ling Chuyao's injuries, his face turned ugly.
Zhuge Linlang put away the panic, "Dong Lin, go find Fei Ling, Xia Lin, you will move the prince back to Xiangguo Temple with me first!"
The knife was still on Ling Chuyao's body, making it very difficult to move it. After finally bringing the unconscious Ling Chuyao back to Xiangguo Temple, Zhuge Linlang was sweating coldly all over her body.
Feiling came quickly, but arrived at Xiangguo Temple in the time of a stick of incense.
Zhuge Linlang looked at the man who came back with Dong Lin, and said before he could bow before him: "You don't need to do those vain gifts. Come and show the prince!"
Ling Chuyao closed his eyes and half leaned against Zhuge Linlang's arms, and the blood dyed Zhuge Linlang's original red body even thicker. Seeing this situation, Feiling didn't see the slightest surprise in her eyes. Dong Lin had already explained the situation to him clearly on the way here.
"Princess, the subordinates are going to take out the knife from the prince's body now, and after taking it out, ask the princess to seal the prince's whole body immediately, so that the prince will not have any accidents due to excessive blood loss."
Zhuge Linlang said: "Okay, just pull it out!"
Feiling's medical practitioner is from Guiguzi, who is known as the sage of medicine. Such an injury may be difficult for other doctors, but he is nothing short of it.
Ling Chuyao’s wound was quickly bandaged, and he used the most stable carriage to
He sent it back to the Chu Palace.
Whenever Zhuge Linlang thought of cleaning the wound for Ling Chuyao, he saw the wound that was about an inch wide, and her heart was always irritable and uncomfortable.
I always felt that the injury was very eye-catching on him, making her want to vent something, but she didn't know how to vent it!
This feeling is very strange, especially when seeing Ling Chuyao's sleepy face, wanting to arrest him regardless of his injury and ask him why he had to shield her from the knife.
It seems that Ling Chuyao, who is omnipotent, is lying weakly in her arms now, and her face has even turned red from the fever, and her handsome face has become even more charming because of this redness.
Zhuge Linlang didn't bother to see Sleeping Beauty. She felt bored in her heart. She had an urge to do anything as long as he woke up.
She hasn't felt this way for a long time.
With a cold hand touching her hot cheek, Zhuge Linlang asked softly: "Why are you so stupid? Do you know that your injury will delay a lot of things?"
The sleeping Ling Chuyao naturally wouldn't answer her questions. He didn't wake up until three days later. He opened his eyes and went to find someone he was thinking of.
Ling Chuyao didn't call an emperor for his injuries, and Feiling had been looking after him all the time. He saw Ling Chuyao wake up, and finally a smile appeared on his face after ugly for many days.
"Master, you will be fine when you wake up."
Ling Chuyao's gaze rolled around the room, and he recognized that it was in Prince Chu's Mansion. After a while, he asked, "Where is the princess?"
"Your medicine should be ready, and the princess personally passed it over and took it."
Ling Chuyao said, "Is she okay?"
"If you ask about the body, then the princess is fine, if it is other aspects, it is not necessarily."
Jian eyebrows were tightly furrowed, Ling Chuyao asked a little displeased: "What's the matter? Didn't you protect her properly?"
Feiling ignored the blame in Ling Chuyao's words and shrugged helplessly.
Ling Chuyao was about to sit up as soon as he heard it, but the wound hadn't healed yet. As soon as he moved, the wound began to hurt.
Feiling said with deep meaning, "Master, don't worry, the princess should be here in a while, and you can ask her by yourself at that time." After saying that he packed up his things, Shi Shiran left the water pavilion and returned to the water pavilion. He went to study medicinal materials in his own yard
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After a while, Zhuge Linlang turned around with the medicine, and saw Ling Chuyao wake up, put the medicine on the table and walked two steps quickly, and stopped when he was about to reach the bed, turned around and brought the medicine bowl over to Ling Chuyao.
"Drink your own medicine when you wake up!"
Ling Chuyao didn't reach out to take the medicine bowl, just looked at her.
Zhuge Linlang was able to face his gaze calmly at first, but after a while she turned her head in embarrassment, "Look at what, take medicine!"
"Hands are weak." Ling Chuyao finally opened his mouth.
Zhuge Linlang hesitated for a while and then carefully sat on the head of the bed and helped him up and half leaned against his arms to feed him medicine.
Zhuge Linlang planned to leave after drinking the medicine. Who knew that Ling Chuyao would buckle her wrist in one step.
"You are angry, why?"
Zhuge Linlang bit her lip in annoyance, and she couldn't figure out whether she was more angry with herself or the person in front of her.
She didn't want to answer, but Ling Chuyao's expression that I wouldn't let go unless you said, made Zhuge Linlang more helpless. She struggled with her wrist and found that she couldn't escape. Ling Chuyao still had wounds on her body, and she did not dare to exert too much energy for fear of his wounds cracking.
"I..." Zhuge Linlang opened her mouth, not knowing where to start.
Ling Chuyao smiled gently, patted the outside of the bed lightly, "Sit down."
Seeing Ling Chuyao's weak smile, Zhuge Linlang sat down beside him obediently as if bewitched by something.
"what's happenin?"
"I..." Zhuge Linlang still only opened one head, and then she didn't know what to say.
"Let me guess, okay?" Ling Chuyao didn't seem to see Zhuge Linlang's hesitation. "You are not happy because of my injury, right?"
"..."
Ling Chuyao didn't mind Zhuge Linlang's silence, and continued to say: "Seeing this injury, do you feel guilty and unbearable, it's yourself who can't wait to hurt you?"
"..."
"Do you really want to kill the man who hurt me?"
"Stop talking!" Zhuge Linlang stood up and said loudly, "Don't say anything!" After that, he hurriedly walked out, as if there was something chasing behind.
Seeing Zhuge Linlang fleeing from the back, Ling Chuyao laughed lowly, even if it hurt the wound, he didn't stop.
(End of this chapter)