Therefore, even the current empress dowager has to look at Murong Zhuangzhuang's face, because the late emperor doted on this youngest sister like a treasure.
Moreover, this princess was given the title of Princess Zhenguo. The Princess Zhenguo had more power than the empress and was of the same generation as the empress dowager. Naturally, she was a legendary figure.
The most legendary thing is that she is in her twenties but still unwilling to get married.
The Queen Mother was also heartbroken about her marriage.
Murong Zhuangzhuang pulled Zi'an to sit down and asked her with interest: "You don't like Axin, right? It doesn't matter if you don't like him. There are many outstanding men in our Murong family. I will decide for you who you like."
Zi'an moved his body forward. Was she trying to sell unsaleable goods
"Zi'an is temporarily..."
Before she finished speaking, Murong Zhuangzhuang stepped on her chair and approached her, his eyes dancing with excitement, "What do you think of A Zi?"
Zi'an was speechless. The A'Zi she mentioned should be Murong Zi, Prince An, but didn't she know that Prince An once admired her mother
Murong Zhuangzhuang looked at her expression and thought that she probably didn't like the A Zi she mentioned, so he continued to ask, "My fourth nephew? Fifth nephew? Sixth nephew?"
Murong Zhuangzhuang looked horrified, "Seventh Brother? Do you like Seventh Brother?"
Seeing her shocked expression, Zi'an asked tentatively, "What happened to the Regent?"
Murong Zhuangzhuang looked at her with pity, "Don't like Lao Qi, he has no respect for his elders, he is arrogant, cruel, vicious, cruel and indifferent. He is the worst person in the world. There is no one worse than him."
Zi'an couldn't help laughing when he heard her description, and said, "The princess's evaluation of the prince is really special."
Murong Zhuangzhuang snorted and pulled his legs back in a particularly bored manner, "Old Seven is a nuisance. I really hope that God will take him back soon."
Just as she finished her words, Prince An came back and came in like a whirlwind. He walked in with a serious face and grabbed Zi'an's wrist, "Come with me, Ajie is in trouble."
Zi'an's heart skipped a beat, "What's wrong?"
"I'm afraid it won't work." Prince An's voice was hoarse, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
Murong Zhuangzhuang reached out and slapped himself hard a few times, making loud slapping sounds. His fair face immediately became red and swollen, and he cried, "Bah, bah, I take back what I said just now."
Zi'an's legs felt weak, his head buzzed, and he was at a loss. He just looked at Prince An and said, "Quick, take me there."
She didn't know why she was so nervous. Perhaps it was because she knew Murong Jie was her only support now. If anything happened to Murong Jie, she would be in trouble too.
A group of three people hurried to a large courtyard in the capital.
This is not the Regent's Palace. The plaque on the door says "General's Palace"
The gate to the mansion was heavily guarded, the lights were off, and the gate was closed. When Prince An and Zi'an arrived, the gate was opened and then closed again immediately.
Zi'an noticed that there was a row of archers squatting on the wall of the mansion, looking solemn and ready for battle.
Zi'an knew that something serious must have happened. His heart was beating fast and his hands and feet were cold.
Murong Zhuangzhuang leaned almost half of her body against Prince An, her legs were weak and she walked unsteadily, she murmured, "I take back what I said just now, God is my witness, I, Murong Zhuangzhuang, have a bad mouth, I don't think that way in my heart, I take it back, I take it back, Old Seven, get well soon..."
Zi'an glanced at her anxiously, and was frightened to see that her face was pale and she no longer had the cheerful and happy look she had just had in the mansion.
Her voice was tearful and she spoke quickly and urgently, only repeating a few sentences over and over again.
Prince An put his arm around her shoulders and said nothing, which was equivalent to half-carrying her as he walked.
They arrived at an independent garden in the mansion. Goat-horn lanterns were lit in the courtyard. More than ten people holding long swords were guarding the door. A gust of wind blew, and a strong smell of blood spread in the air.
The door opened and someone came out carrying water. Zi'an saw that the water was all red and smelled strongly of blood.
Prince An and Zi'an walked in hurriedly, only to see several corpses placed in the main hall, covered with white cloth stained with blood.
Going further into the inner room, there were several makeshift beds, and on each bed there was a wounded person lying, one of whom was Ni Rong.
There were more than a dozen doctors busying around, all wearing the same clothes. They should be doctors from the Welfare Bureau.
Zi'an was horrified. What on earth was going on? Was it a disaster? Why were all the people sent back here
The curtain was opened, and a tall man in a black battle robe came out. Seeing Prince An coming, he raised his sword-like eyebrows and asked solemnly: "The prince is here, has Doctor Xia brought him?"
Prince An pushed Zi'an and asked, "Su Qing, how is he?"
The man called Su Qing looked at Zian and said, "Let's talk inside."
The three of them walked in and saw blood stains on the white marble floor. It must have been where the blood was when the body was sent back, and the blood had spread all the way to the bed.
Murong Zhuangzhuang sat down on the ground, "Oh my God, what happened?"
There was a doctor treating Murong Jie's wound by the bed. Zi'an walked over quickly without thinking.
The moment he saw his face, Zi'an knew that the situation was not good. He had lost too much blood, and not only his complexion, but even his lips had turned white.
All his clothes were dyed red and there was blood on his face, but Zian could quickly tell which was his blood and which was someone else's blood.
The doctor was treating the wound on the chest without taking off the clothes, he just cut them a little.
"Scissors!" Zi'an suppressed his shock and ordered.
Su Qing hurriedly handed the scissors to her. Zi'an carefully grabbed the clothes and cut them from the sides, cutting the sleeves as well, all the way down to the pants.
There were twelve wounds, the most serious of which was a sword wound on the chest, extending from the left side of the chest to the right lower abdomen.
The wound had a neat cut on the skin, as if it had been caused by a sharp sword.
"We can't use the hemostatic powder anymore. It's too slow and can't stop the bleeding!" Fortunately, he had a needle bag with him. Zi'an quickly applied needles to various major acupuncture points to stop the bleeding by sealing the acupoints.
There was a wound on the right leg that was black in color, a sign of poison.
Zi'an said in a deep voice: "Do you have any antidote pills? If not, bring some gunpowder."
"Gunpowder?" the doctor asked. "What do you want it for?"
"The wound is poisonous. Gunpowder can quickly stop the poison from entering the body." Zi'an had no time to explain to him that gunpowder contains sulfur, which has a certain degree of anti-inflammatory and detoxifying effect.
"Where can we find gunpowder now?" Su Qing frowned.
Prince An asked, "Firecrackers, are there any firecrackers?"
"I'll go out and ask." Su Qin turned and ran out.
Hot water was brought up one after another, and Zi'an kept cleaning his wound, feeling very panicked.
His breathing was very weak, and the only signs of life were those faint breaths and an almost motionless heartbeat. He had lost a large amount of blood and now needed a blood transfusion, but there was no way to do it.
The only way is to use the method of sealing the acupoints to stop the blood flow. Then, after treating all the wounds, acupuncture the bone marrow to stimulate the bone marrow to produce blood quickly.
(End of this chapter)