The prince looked back and saw that the Seventh Prince, Xuanyuan Qilin, was coming, and he led many soldiers behind him to join the fighting camp.

The prince didn't expect that at this time, Lao Qi, who had always ignored everything, was suave, had a pseudonym, and had the most estranged relationship with him, would come to help him!

"Your Highness!" Xuanyuan Qilin was dressed in a silver-blue robe and troop boots, shining proudly in the night.

He walked quickly to the prince's side and said—

"Your Highness quickly take someone to Yikun Palace, here, leave it to me."

The crown prince raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, his eyes revealed an indelible tacit understanding and trust between the brothers, and then led Feng Luo and others to Yikun Palace.

*

With a tingling sensation in his heart, Murong Canghai frowned tightly and opened his eyes.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense that something was wrong, and looked to the side of him.

Empty.

His heart suddenly shrank, and he sat up suddenly, what about Su Yueming? Did you run away again?

He kept his face calm, covered the position pierced by the hairpin, got out of bed as fast as he could, pushed the door open, and the room outside was empty, and he walked a few steps outside, and there were only a few old hens pecking at the rice leisurely outside.

What about people?

It's gone.

At this moment, the old man of the family hurriedly ran in from outside, with a panicked expression on his face, he stepped forward a few steps, and asked:

"Where's she?"

The old man was frightened by the terrifying momentum of the man in front of him, and he didn't even dare to breathe, and said tremblingly, "The little lady got up early in the morning and asked me to take her up the mountain to collect medicine, but just now, she climbed the tree, and there was a snake on the tree, she was startled and didn't stand firm for a while, and she fell from the tree." I will stumble and I will not be able to walk, and I will come down from the mountain to call you. ”

"Take me there." When Murong Canghai heard this, his heart sank, and he immediately said to the old man.

"Hey, you come with me." The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around again, and led Murong Canghai to walk briskly up the mountain.

"What kind of medicine did she pick up so early in the morning?" Murong Canghai asked as he walked, and his tone couldn't help but be a little reproachful.

The old man heard the unkindness in his tone, and said, "The little lady is concerned about you, and said that you were injured a little, so she asked me where I could pick herbs, and I saw that she was in a hurry, so I took her up the mountain."

Specially for him to go up the mountain to collect medicine? When Murong Canghai heard this, his heart was like a warm spring breeze, and a warm feeling slowly spread. Why was she so unlucky? It was just a small snake, and she was so scared that she fell from the tree and sprained her foot, and now it was difficult to even stand up, let alone walk.

Unconsciously, the sun had risen into the sky, although it was not very hot, but the warm sun shone on her body, she still felt a little hot, and unconsciously raised her hand to wipe her sweat.

"Little lady, little lady, son is here." Just as she was sighing, the old man's voice came from a distance, she looked up, and saw Murong Canghai's purple cold ghostly figure, he was hurrying towards her, and he had already arrived in front of her in the blink of an eye.

"How do you feel now? Does it hurt? Murong Canghai asked in a tight voice.

Su Yueming's eyes looked at the ankle of his left foot with some helplessness, and said, "The bones of the ankle seem to be twisted." ”

"......" Murong Canghai lifted up the robe on his body and threw it back, squatted down on one knee in front of her, held her sprained left foot in the palm of his hand with both hands, and carefully examined it and found that there were signs of swelling at the ankle.