She slammed hard, and with a backhand pull, the dagger cut a long gash on Yuying's neck, and when it was placed on an ordinary person, blood should have been splashed three feet long ago, but Yuying was different, Yuying was a dead spirit , the heart is no longer beating, and the blood in the body is hardly flowing, so there are only a few drops of blood slowly spilling out of such a large opening.
"Miss, how...how did this happen?" Jin Xiu was shocked.
Dongfang Lingxi looked calm, as if everything was expected. She retracted the dagger, then took out a small bottle from her skirt, threw it to Jinxiu, and ordered in a cold voice, "Stock her wound!"
"Yes... yes yes." Jinxiu took the bottle and replied tremblingly.
Dongfang Lingxi stretched out her remaining left hand, held down the extremely obvious knife wound on Yuying's neck, and followed the direction of her meridian, desperately squeezing the blood out!
Jinxiu held the bottle and continued nervously.
About half a stick of incense had passed, and Dongfang Lingxi's forehead had faintly sweated, and Jinxiu said happily, "Miss, it's done, it's full!"
Only then did Dongfang Lingxi let out a long sigh of relief, and withdrew her sore left hand.
"Let's go!" She took out her handkerchief and wiped off the blood that had spilled on the ice bed, then she turned her head and yelled at Jin Xiu.
Jinxiu frowned, pointed anxiously at the wound on Yuying's neck and said, "Master, her neck... If you don't deal with it, His Highness may find out."
"The undead are immortal, and the body has the ability to regenerate. This small injury is nothing to her. The wound will heal tomorrow morning, and there will be no scars left!" Dongfang Lingxi looked at her face. Walking towards the door of the secret room, explaining.
Only then did Jinxiu nod her head in reassurance, and followed her out of the secret room.
Prince's Mansion, Study Room.
After Zhongli Yuyan and Yu Chimo had their ups and downs, they hugged each other in disheveled clothes and sat quietly leaning against the head of the bed.
"Master!" In the darkness, a voice called out in a low voice.
Yu Chimo couldn't help but frowned.
Zhong Liyuyan hurriedly comforted her, "Your Highness, don't worry, it's Qinglong. Qinglong must have brought important news from Lingdong, that's why... it's inappropriate to bother us."
After she finished speaking, her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.
Yu Chimo didn't take matters of men and women to heart at all, he frowned and said, "I understand, please let him in."
"Yes." Zhongli Yuyan nodded, then shouted towards the roof, "Come in."
Then a shadow flashed in through the skylight, and the cool wind blew by. He was dressed in a black robe and stood in front of the two of them through the bead curtain.
Emperor Ning set up shadow guards for his sons in the early years to avoid the assassination of the enemy. Yuchi Wuyou has Liufeng, Yuchimo has Huaying, Yuchizhen has Qin Xiaoyao... all of them are among the best masters, Among them, Qinglong is the most!
"Goddess, marching traces have been found in the Lianlu Mountains in the east of the Lingdong Mountains. The local terrain and the opponent's marching route have been ordered to be drawn." Qinglong stood with his hands behind his back.
Zhong Liyuyan's expression changed slightly, and she said, "Present it!"
"Yes." As soon as Qinglong finished speaking, palm winds repeated, and he pushed aside a string of beaded curtains, and sharp pieces of paper flew into it, and firmly stuck on the edge of the bed.
Yuchimo's eyes couldn't help squinting, and he was even more in awe of Qinglong's martial arts. At least with his skill, he will definitely get no benefit from confronting Qinglong! The emperor arranged such a person by Zhongli Yuyan's side, but what was his intention? !