"It's too late!" Dongfang Lingxi suddenly opened her eyes, as if thinking of something, she suddenly grabbed the long sword from the guard's hand, and slashed at her right arm fiercely!
"Xi'er! What are you doing?!" Shen Jiayu stared at her bloody right arm, pale with fright.
"Jinxiu, come here!" Dongfang Lingxi pressed the wound tightly, her face was pale, and she gave Jinxiu a look.
Jin Xiu was also quite frightened, and she stepped forward with a dull expression, "Miss, you...why are you abusing yourself like this?"
Dongfang Lingxi leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Go... go to the study to prepare pens and inks, my palace is useful."
"Princess Concubine, you are seriously injured, do you want to inform His Highness the Crown Prince?" The guard at the side stood stiffly, overwhelmed with fright, "Otherwise, this subordinate will go to the Imperial Physician's residence first and ask him to come and bandage your empress. Wound!"
"No need!" Dongfang Lingxi held back, her voice hoarse, and roared at a group of guards, "You all stand back! Do what you have to do, just pretend you didn't see anything! Bengong's injury, Bengong I know it!"
"Yes... yes." The guards all turned pale with fright, and backed away again and again.
Dongfang Lingxi's arm was constantly oozing blood, and the excruciating pain made her sweat profusely, and her back was drenched!
"Lingxi! Lingxi..." Shen Jiayu looked at her bleeding, her heart was pierced, "Let's not do this, don't be like this, okay—"
"Mother! Cheer up!" Dongfang Lingxi clenched Shen Jiayu's shoulders, shook her hard twice, forcing her to wake up, "Mother! We are running out of time, my daughter must make two preparations! Go prepare the carriage, my daughter will enter the palace immediately! The success or failure of the matter depends on it!"
Although Shen Jiayu didn't understand why Dongfang Lingxi did this suddenly, but judging by her expression, it was obvious that she had already figured out a countermeasure. She didn't dare to delay, she put down her sleeves, quickly wiped away her tears, and ran towards the stables in the backyard!
"Miss! Here comes the pen and ink!" Jinxiu staggered forward with a tray in her hand.
Dongfang Lingxi used the pen in her left hand, thought about it carefully, and then began to draw circles on the paper.
Jinxiu also read the book, but after reading it for a long time, she couldn't understand it, so she couldn't help raising her eyes to look at Dongfang Lingxi, "Miss, what did you write... What are these?"
"Wei Wen." A light flashed across Dongfang Lingxi's eyes. She gritted her silver teeth, and the previous panic on her face was wiped away, replaced by a look of determination.
"Weiguo's writing?" Jinxiu was astonished, "No wonder the slaves can't understand it. But miss, what are you writing this for at this critical moment?!"
Dongfang Lingxi glanced at her indifferently, and before she had time to explain, Shen Jiayu drove the carriage around from the back door of the Prince's Mansion, and rushed to the front to pick them up.
Dongfang Lingxi pushed Jinxiu, and said coldly, "Let's talk in the car!"
The gate of the palace.
Ziyan rushed towards him, covering her face with a black veil, intending to intercept and kill Huaying from the hands of Zongzheng Fusu by herself.
Dongfang Jing and Zongzheng Fusu were sleeping soundly in the carriage. At this moment, there was a horse neighing, and the carriage jolted violently... The sleeping man suddenly opened his eyes, hugged Dongfang Jing with both hands, and hugged Dongfang Jing tightly in his arms. Then, with a twist of his toes and a turn of the body, he melted into the huge impact and sat firmly in the carriage again.
Zongzheng Fusu's right ear moved undetectably, a withered leaf on his fingertips was like a sharp sword, broke through the curtain of the car, and shot straight into the darkness!