Chapter 15: Transfusion to Save the Husband (1)
She was so determined, so confident, that the imperial doctors fell into indecision. Since ancient times, all medical records say that arsenic has no cure, but the crown princess said that there is salvation, what is the truth in this? Could it be that the crown princess heard that the prince was critically ill and was stunned by the devil in a hurry?
In their minds, this explanation seems more reasonable.
"Mother's ......"
Someone wanted to come forward to inquire, but Du Yunjin didn't give him any chance. She grabbed Xiao Yu's wrist, pulled out the short sword from her waist, and cut it without hesitation.
In an instant, blood gushed like a spring, staining Xiao Yu's clothes and splashing Du Yunjin's eyes. Probably alarmed by this pain, Xiao Yu, who had already fallen into a coma, exhaled softly in pain.
Thick black blood poured out from his wrist, and the blood-stained Du Yunjin looked like a hellish Shura who had come out of the battlefield, and the aura of slaughter made everyone in the room dare not speak out again. Guo Housheng was also frightened, looked at Du Yunjin, and then looked at Yan Hui who was standing behind her.
Like everyone, Yan Hui was also frightened by the scene in front of her, she knew that Du Yunjin was different from ordinary famous ladies, but she didn't expect it to be so different. The smell of blood came, coupled with such a shocking picture in front of her, if it weren't for Du Yunjin still in front of her, she would definitely turn around and vomit immediately.
Du Yunjin looked coldly at the changes in the expressions of the people in the room, she didn't think it was such a terrifying thing, the battlefield was always full of blood and piles of dead bodies. Maybe she was scared at first, but over time she got used to the smell of blood. It's not that she's bloodthirsty, but that if you want to have a peaceful and stable life, you have to pay the price of blood.
She still remembered that in Crescent City that year, the sky was so blue that it looked like someone had carefully cleaned it with clean water. She was sitting at the mouth of the long alley outside the general's mansion, in the shade of the old poplar tree, and the smiling Aunt Cui was bending down to pick up a piece of osmanthus cake for her.
Aunt Cui was originally a southerner, making a delicious osmanthus cake, and later followed her husband to do business outside the crescent moon city was robbed and killed by the dog Rong, she was rescued by her father and settled in the crescent city. Since then, Du Yunjin has had one more place to play.
The fragrance of osmanthus cake came out from the white porcelain plate in Lady Cui's hand, causing the gluttony in Du Yunjin's heart to make a fuss. She greedily brought the dish over, and before her ass was on the stool, she hurriedly picked up a piece and put it in her mouth.
Aunt Cui followed her and said softly: "Miss Du, you eat slowly, it's not enough for Auntie to have it here." ”
She ate her face full of cake crumbs, raised her face and waited for Aunt Cui to wipe it for her. That kind of scene often gave her the hallucinations of her mother.
In the face of her pride and naughtiness, Aunt Cui sighed helplessly, took out a handkerchief embroidered with pink lotus from her sleeve, and gently wiped her face.
"General Du is going on another expedition."
She nodded when she heard this, she heard the conversation between Qing Ruofeng and her father. The city guard of Thorn City, not far from Crescent City, has been rebelling for some time, and the court has issued a decree to let Du Bocheng lead his troops to help. Du Bocheng was a little embarrassed, not that he cherished himself and was unwilling to take risks, but he was afraid that once he left Crescent City, the impending Inurong would attack immediately, if Crescent City fell, then Yicheng behind Crescent City would be unsuspecting in front of Inurong's eyes. If the hooves of the dog Rong stepped through Yicheng, the next way to the imperial capital would be no longer in danger to refuse, and the consequences would be unimaginable.