Xiao Dong's face was livid, and he clenched his hands under his sleeves tightly. His whole body was in sharp pain. He tried several times, but he couldn't get up.
Murong Xue turned a blind eye, and said leisurely: "You are the biological son of the first emperor of Nanzhao, right?"
Xiao Dong suddenly raised his head to look at Murong Xue, with raging anger burning in his eyes, he wanted to eat her alive: "What do you mean? Doubt me? The princes of our Nanzhao Kingdom will use very special methods to identify blood relationship after birth, I have identified it a long time ago, it is the biological son of the royal father..."
Murong Xue nodded understandingly, and carefully examined Xiao Dong, only to see that his appearance was two or three points like Xiao Xi, Xiao Nan, and Xiao Bei, and they should indeed be brothers.
However: "The third prince, Xiao Xi, is highly skilled in martial arts and admired by all people. The sixth prince, Xiao Bei, is superb in martial arts and is full of talent. Although the fifth prince, Xiao Nan, has a vicious mind, his martial arts are very good. And you, the second prince, are selfish and incompetent. You're as small as a mouse, you have no talent or virtue, and your martial arts are so poor that people can't be flattered. It's really hard for people to believe that you and them are brothers... "
Xiao Dong's complexion was so dark that it was about to drip ink: "Haven't you heard the saying that a dragon has nine sons, each of them is different? I am not born to the same mother as they are, and have different temperaments and abilities. What's so strange?"
"The dragon gave birth to nine sons, each of them is different in appearance and character, not in ability..." Murong Xue replied casually, with undisguised sarcasm shining in her eyes.
"You..." Xiao Dong's face was gloomy, he stared at Murong Xue fiercely, speechless with anger.
Murong Xue turned a blind eye and muttered softly: "Xiao Xi is the great priest of the shrine, so he can no longer be enthroned as emperor. Xiao Nan's character is evil, and he is not suitable to be emperor. Xiao Bei is well-versed in the way of employing people and the art of being an emperor. He is a qualified emperor." , but the former emperor of Nanzhao actually abandoned him and chose you to inherit the throne, he is really blind... "
"Shut up, you are not allowed to slander Father!" Xiao Dong interrupted her sharply, with raging anger burning in his eyes.
"I didn't slander your father, I was mocking you for being unworthy to be emperor!" Murong Xue paused every word, the sincerity flickered in her cold eyes, Xiao Dong's chest felt tight, and a mouthful of blood almost spewed out , she even directly admitted that she was mocking him, well, well, well...
He glared at Murong Xue bitterly, but saw her looking sideways, completely ignoring him, Xiao Dong's eyes froze, he grabbed the long sword that fell on the ground, and stabbed viciously at her...
Assault her? Overreaching!
The corner of Murong Xue's mouth curled into a cold smile, and with a wave of her palm, Xiao Dong's long sword flew away, and suddenly she raised her foot and kicked him on the chest, kicking him seven or eight meters away, hitting the wall hard, and straight slide down...
A cold light flashed suddenly, it was Xiao Dong's long sword that fell from the sky and hit his calf heavily, the sharp blade trembled slightly in the sunlight, refracting a dazzling light.
Xiao Dong's miserable scream pierced through the clouds and resounded through the sky: "Ah!"
Murong Xue blinked her eyes, this is called self-inflicted, self-inflicted...
"Your Majesty!" A low voice called out suddenly, and five men in cloaks descended from the sky, and landed lightly beside Xiao Dong, looking at Murong Xue warily.
Murong Xue curled her lips into a sneer, just as Xiao Dong was seriously injured, the magicians from the underground palace arrived, and they arrived just in time...
Xiao Dong's eyes lit up, and he let out a long sigh of relief: "You guys are here, quickly help me to see the injury."
"Yes." The leading man in the cloak squatted down and carefully inspected the wound on Xiao Dong's leg: "The long sword was pierced a bit sideways, and it didn't hurt the bone. I will draw out the long sword for the emperor now. The emperor bears with it."
"En!" Xiao Dong nodded, and quietly clenched his sleeves, only to see the man in the cloak grab the hilt of the sword and pull it out suddenly, blood gushed out, and the painful Xiao Dong screamed again: "Ah..."
"You can't move lightly? I'm going to die of pain." Xiao Dong stared at the man in the cloak and reprimanded him sharply.
The man in the cloak looked cold: "The long sword pierced through the flesh of the emperor's leg. No matter how careful you are, it will still hurt when you pull it out..."
"Shut up, I told you to be careful, you just have to be careful, what are you doing with so much useless nonsense..." Xiao Dong shouted angrily, his head suddenly became dizzy, and he always had double images when he saw people, he shook his head vigorously, I don't want to, the dizziness is even worse, he blinked hard, but seeing people is even more blurred, and the strength in his body is also rapidly losing...
How is this going? Xiao Dong frowned tightly, and looked sideways at the man in the cloak who was close at hand, and saw that the man was also looking at him, with a flash of shock in his eyes: "No, the emperor has been poisoned..."
Murong Xue's eyes froze, and she looked down at Xiao Dong's bluish complexion and purple lips, he was indeed poisoned, strands of black blood emerged from the wound on his calf, half of his trouser legs were almost dyed red and black by it …
"What's going on here?" The man in the cloak frowned tightly, a corner of the dress floated by the corner of his eyes, the man's eyes narrowed slightly, he slowly looked up along the corner of the skirt, and saw Murong Xue's bright and cold face: " It was you who poisoned it, hand over the antidote quickly!"
Murong Xue snorted disdainfully: "Master Shufa, you can see clearly with your eyes wide open. The sword that stabbed Xiao Dong was not only inlaid with rubies, but also engraved with dragon patterns and the surname Xiao of the Nanzhao royal family. , it is the sword of your Nanzhao Emperor Xiao Dong."
Xiao Dong stabbed himself with his own sword, even if there was poison on the sword, it was smeared by Xiao Dong and had nothing to do with her.
"You touched this sword just now, right?" The cloaked man looked at Murong Xue coldly: Anyone who has touched this sword will have a chance to put medicine on it...
Murong Xue raised her eyebrows: "To tell you the truth, I just knocked this sword flying, and never touched it!"
"Really?" The cloaked man squinted at Murong Xue, obviously not believing her words.
Murong Xue didn't take it seriously, and said casually: "Believe it or not, it's up to you, Xiao Dong's complexion is gradually turning purple, it seems that the poison on the sword is not ordinary poison, you'd better take him back to the palace as soon as possible, find the imperial doctor to detoxify , if it's too late, he might die..."
The man in the cloak looked down at Xiao Dong, only to see that his eyes were tightly closed, and his handsome face turned livid purple at a speed visible to the human eye: "This is... a strong poison, doctor, it is very difficult for the imperial doctor to cure it, unless you take it. An antidote made by the poison maker."
Murong Xue's bright face was slightly gloomy: "Are you sure that I wiped the poison on the sword?"
"Isn't it?" The man in the cloak glanced at Murong Xue, coldness shot from the bottom of his eyes.
"Of course not." Murong Xue retorted unceremoniously.
"What evidence do you have to prove that you didn't apply the poison?" the man in the cloak asked coldly, expressionless.
"Then what evidence do you have to prove that I applied the poison?" Murong Xue looked at the man in the cloak and asked in a cold voice.