Mokawa was in high spirits. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"What about Shaobai?" he swept his eyes and saw Chu Shaobai lying at the door of the hall, and was taken aback, "What's wrong with him?"

"He's too tired, he said he wanted to take a break, I think it's because I'm too tired to run all the way, Your Majesty, do you want to test this ginseng soup for poison and then give it to the queen?"

Ye Tingxuan asked softly.

According to the rules of the palace, all the food to be given to the emperor and queen must be tested for poison with silver needles, although he believed that the things brought by Chu Shaobai would definitely not be poisonous, he still asked according to the usual rules.

"No, I believe in Shaobai. ”

Mo Chuan shook his head without thinking about it, he glanced at Chu Shaobai who was lying at the door, and somehow, he suddenly felt that something was wrong in his heart.

With Chu Shaobai's martial arts, how could he be so tired that he fell to the ground and couldn't move?

He put down the medicine bowl, stood up and walked to Chu Shaobai's side, looking down at him.

Chu Shaobai closed his eyes and lay quietly on the ground, as if he was asleep.

He was wearing a dark purple robe, which made his face snow-white, white without any blood.

This robe is clearly Chu Shaoyang's!

Mo Chuan's eyebrows jumped.

"Less white. He said softly.

Chu Shaobai didn't react at all, he just lay quietly like that, with a pale face, dark eyes closed, long eyelashes covering his eyes, and he didn't move.

Mo Chuan realized that something was wrong again.

With an internal force like Chu Shaobai, it was impossible for him not to hear himself calling him, and even if he really fell asleep, he would wake up from his sleep immediately.

"Shaobai!" he shouted.

Chu Shaobai was still motionless.

Mo Chuan quickly touched his chest and found that his heart was still beating, but he felt the wetness of his hand and smelled a smell of blood.

He ripped open the placket of Chu Shaobai's chest, and saw that the deep wound on his chest was gushing blood, and he couldn't help but gasp.

"Shaobai!" Ye Tingxuan saw it at a glance, and immediately exclaimed, "I, I'll go to ask Imperial Doctor Zhang immediately, I'll go immediately." ”

He lost his usual composure and stumbled out.

Mo Chuan was much calmer than Ye Tingxuan.

He is very experienced in dealing with knife wounds and sword wounds, he can see that Chu Shaobai's wound has been coated with Jinchuang medicine, and it has been simply bandaged, if he lies quietly still, the wound will definitely not bleed again, he must have been injured, he didn't care about his injury, so he rushed into the palace to send her life-saving medicine.

Not long ago, Chu Shaobai was fine, how could he suddenly suffer such a serious sword wound? Where did he get the snow ginseng soup?

Mo Chuan thought about it for a while, and then figured out the general situation, and couldn't help but have hot eyes.

"Shaobai, you are so stupid, do you not even want your own life in order to save Ning'er?"

He was in a stirring mood, clenched his fists hard, and said hatefully: "Chu Shaoyang, you can even do such a ruthless hand to your own brother, ...... It's really ruthless!"

Now he can't care about scolding Chu Shaoyang angrily, he must save Chu Shaobai's life!

He knew that Chu Shaobai was not asleep, but fainted, and if he didn't save him in time, he would probably never wake up again.

But there is only one bowl of life-saving snow ginseng soup, and if you save Shaobai, you can't save Ning'er.

How exactly should he choose?

Save Shaobai, or save Ning'er?

Mo Chuan's brows furrowed tightly, and his heart ached violently.