It's night: Yan Ziche was reading a book in the study, and when the nursing home didn't know what was going on, he had already squinted his eyes and took a sip of tea, and said slowly, "It's also too anxious." ”

Two groups of assassins, one towards Yan Ziche's wing, and one toward Mu Qianxun's wing, seeing how they were familiar with the road, someone must have pointed them out.

Yan Ziche raised his hand and knocked out the teacups in his palm, hitting the teacups on the table at each window in turn, and the assassin's arrows also shot in through each window, and the teacups just caught them, and suddenly the fragments of the teacups resounded throughout the room.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead." Yan Ziche showed more calmness at this time, clapped his hands, and a few secret guards came out of nowhere, turned over through the window, and dealt with those assassins in a moment.

"I thought I would send a lot of people." Yan Ziche sneered, his eyes were full of disdain, and the person who came couldn't let him into his eyes at all.

One of Yan Ziche's secret guards whispered in his ear, and Yan Ziche scolded, "Won't this woman protect her own son?" What about people? Is there a spare mouth? The dark guard nodded, "Wait for the fourth prince to deal with it." ”

Yan Ziche walked to Mu Qianxun's room, Mu Qianxun was lying on the bed, his face was pale, he had lost too much blood at first glance, he was stabbed in the left shoulder near the heart, and the knife was still inserted into Mu Qianxun's body, and the part that was inserted was stained with Mu Qianxun's blood, and with the moonlight, the tip of the knife was reflecting.

"Where's the doctor?" Yan Ziche asked, but his gaze did not take his eyes off Mu Qianxun. "Lord Wang, it's good to let the old man take a look at the princess first." The doctor squinted, and the secret guard invited the famous doctor in the capital.

"Okay." Yan Ziche's heart tightened, he felt that it must be because if Mu Qianxun couldn't wake up, his money would be wasted, so he would be like this.

The doctor took the pulse and frowned without leaving a trace, "This knife is too close to the heart, I need to pull the knife off first, but this process will be painful, I need someone to hold her down." ”

Yan Ziche twisted his eyebrows, "Can't you use hemp to boil?" "He has been injured and knows how much courage and perseverance it takes to draw a knife, and many people will choose to commit suicide because they can't stand it. Not to mention, now Mu Qianxun is injured next to his heart.

"No, that place is too sensitive, and using hemp boiling will hurt the heart and leave sequelae, so please make a decision quickly, otherwise you will have to go back to heaven after a while." The doctor suddenly felt a little pressure, looking at the appearance of the fourth prince, it was not easy for him to choose whichever he could.

"Draw your sword, I'll come. You are responsible for stopping the bleeding, Han Yan, you go find a few nurses and hold down Mu Qianxun. After Yan Ziche finished instructing, the secret guard beside him retreated, and when he came back, he brought four men with him.

Now that Mu Qianxun is in a semi-comatose state, it is the most suitable time, and he doesn't have to watch this scene.

But there should be a feeling that Mu Qianxun still has zài, so when the four big men pressed her hands and feet, Mu Qianxun struggled a few times. "You must draw the knife immediately, if she struggles any longer, it will hurt her heart, Lord Wang, I said one, two, three, you must not hesitate to pull it out." The doctor wiped his sweat.

Yan Ziche was silent, just staring at Mu Qianxun, holding the knife from his back. The doctor asked people to prepare hot water and towels. "One, two, three." Yan Ziche's hand originally clenched tighter with each shout from the doctor, but when he shouted three, Yan Ziche suddenly let go.