Originally, General Murong, Murong Hongyu and Mo Xiuzhu had already fallen asleep, but suddenly they heard the sound of rapid footsteps in their ears. Years of vigilance made them open their eyes at the same time.
"Who!?" General Murong got out of bed and grabbed the sword hanging beside the bed. In the blink of an eye, the sword was unsheathed.
Murong Hongyu and Mo Xiuzhu also held swords in their hands and stood ready.
Mo Hanqing hugged Ye Qiqi's already cold body, rushed in, and shouted to General Murong in a panic: "Quick! Call all the military doctors to me!!"
"Your Highness??" After General Murong saw the person clearly, he was slightly startled. Just when he was about to ask what was going on, a strong smell of blood came over.
He took a closer look and saw that the young man who had come to their tent in the evening was lying in the arms of King Jing'an with a bloodless face. A sharp black arrow was inserted into her chest, and bright red blood was flowing continuously. The earth flows out.
"Qiqi!?" Murong Hongyu and Mo Xiuzhu were shocked when they saw Ye Qiqi in Mo Hanqing's arms, and called her in unison.
"Call the military doctor! Can't you hear me!?" Mo Hanqing raised his head, a pair of deep eyes filled with an almost freezing coldness.
"Yes... yes yes yes..." General Murong finally came to his senses, quickly put away the sword in his hand, then opened the tent door and ran out in a hurry.
In just a moment, all the military doctors in the entire military camp gathered in General Murong's tent.
"Your Highness... What is going on??" General Murong looked at Ye Qiqi, who was carefully placed on the bed by Mo Hanqing, with a confused look on his face.
When he and Mo Xiuzhu went to the corner before, weren't the two of them kissing each other in the tent and preparing for something
Why was it that in the blink of an eye, the young man was lying here with an arrow stuck in his chest
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General Murong's eyes swept over the sharp black arrow, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"This... isn't this the arrow of Coach Beichen!?" General Murong was startled. He pushed aside the medics and came close to the arrow. He looked at it carefully, then suddenly raised his head and looked at the station. Mo Hanqing, who was anxious on the side, said in shock: "You two just went to the military camp of Beichen Kingdom??"
"I will explain this to you later." Mo Hanqing glanced at General Murong coldly, and then said to the military doctors: "Why are you still standing there, why don't you hurry up and save this king!? "
"This..." Those military doctors looked at me, and I looked at you, and almost at the same time, they knelt down with a plop towards Mo Hanqing and said, "Your Highness, spare your life, Your Highness, please spare your life!"
"What do you mean?" Mo Hanqing narrowed her eyes, looked at the military doctors kneeling in front of her, and said in a gloomy voice.
"Your Highness, this sharp arrow hit the chest. Although it did not hit the heart, the injury took too long, and the young man lost so much blood. I'm afraid... I'm afraid the odds are against him..." Among the military doctors, one was older. The big one came out tremblingly and said to Mo Hanqing.
"Yes, Your Highness, and..." Another military doctor also added hesitantly: "Even if the heart is not injured, Coach Beichen likes to put poison on his arrows..."