Out of Jianzhang Palace, Wen Yong still felt a little unreal, as soon as Wang Ba's anger was released, the famous ministers and good generals bowed their heads and made him a little unaccustomed, "Wen Xin, do you think Wen Jian will really be used by me?" ”

Wen Xin froze when he heard this, and then knelt down in fear and said: "Your Majesty is relieved, Wen Jian is heroic and modest, and he will never lie to each other." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Chen is willing to vouch for his life! ”

Wen Yong thought about it, there were many chivalrous styles in ancient times, and faith was valued over life, and a martial artist like Wen Jian probably couldn't learn the two sides and three swords in the court for the rest of his life.

"Aiqing, don't doubt it, it's because I'm not very confident."

Wen Yong smiled and helped Wen Xin up.

On the way back to Weiyang Palace, Wen Xin's eyes were a little more awe-inspiring, Wen Yong just bowed his head and walked quickly, as if the success of persuasion could not affect his mood at all.

Back in the inner palace, after Wen Xin left, Wen Yong's face immediately turned pale, and he howled according to his wounds: "Fu'an! Where did you die of a dog minion? ”

When Fu'an heard the emperor's call, he immediately ran in: "What is the matter with Your Majesty calling the minions?" ”

"Rub! Won't you watch? Hurry up and call me the Imperial Doctor! ”

Wen Yong shook his injured right hand.

Seeing that the emperor was injured, Fu'an was frightened and immediately ran out to ask for the imperial doctor.

Wen Yong blew his wound and wanted to cry without tears, who let his hands be cheap, and when he encountered something shiny, he couldn't help but want to touch it twice, but he knew that the sword was so sharp, it would break when he touched it.

The blood has been shed, Wen Yong made a show in line with the principle of not wasting it, you must know that the blood of the ancient emperor is a big thing, just like the blood edict and blood book.

The effect is quite good, Wen Xin, Wen Jian has been in the bag, now wait for Wen Zhao to get Yang Jian back, and he can be regarded as a novice task to clear the customs, and get one piece of Guan Zhang Zhuge each.

The best way to deal with the ministers is to attack directly in the inner palace like the little emperor Kangxi, even if you have a million army, it is useless. Now that the Imperial Forest Supervisor is already in his hands, Wen Hui's nail has also been pulled out, and now he is just waiting for Yang Jian to come back, how can the staff officer lower Wen Hu's vigilance, and then brush the boss angrily to complete the customs clearance.

Just when Wen Yong was immersed in a good wish, Jinyang, who was thousands of miles away, launched a desperate escape.

Three days later, the eunuch hurriedly barged in: "Your Majesty, it's not good! ”

Wen Yong frowned, and smashed the pastry in his hand on him: "I'm very good!" Don't babble, have you ever heard what it means for Mount Tai to collapse in front of you without changing your face? ”

The eunuch gasped and said, "It was Concubine Jing Niangniang who had an accident, and Zhengping Gong was sent back covered in blood!" ”

"Bell!"

The jade plate in his hand fell to the ground, Wen Yong jumped up suddenly, grabbed the eunuch's shirt and shouted anxiously: "You say it again, who has an accident!" ”

"Yes, it's a fair ......"

The eunuch was visibly frightened and slurred.

Thinking that Wen Zhao's stubborn young man was in danger of his life, Wen Yong's heart suddenly twisted like a knife, pushed away the eunuch, and rushed out of the palace gate.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

No matter how Fu'an and the other attendant eunuchs shouted, they couldn't catch up.

The panting Wen Yong came to the outside of the Luhua Hall where Concubine Jing lived, and the maids and eunuchs inside were busy making a mess, and basins of blood-stained water were brought out of Concubine Jing's dormitory one by one.

Adjusting his breathing, Wen Yong walked to the door step by step, and standing outside the door, Wen Xi's immature crying had already reached his ears.

Stepping into the footsteps like lead, Wen Yong stepped into the door, and the dignified and beautiful Concubine Jing cried into tears. It is hard to imagine that the young man with a pale face on the bed is the stubborn Wen Zhao who questioned himself in the main hall at the beginning.

"Your Majesty!"

The royal physician and the maids were to kneel and salute.

Wen Yong said in a hoarse voice: "No need, busy with you, you must cure my younger brother!" ”

Approaching the bed, Wen Yong ignored the stool handed by the maid, and half-squatted beside Wen Zhao and called, "Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao!" ”

Wen Zhao opened his eyes with difficulty, and his lips kept trembling.

Wen Yong knew that he had something to say to himself, and hurriedly leaned down.

Wen Zhao trembled excitedly, but he couldn't spit out a word in his mouth, just stared at his chest with wide eyes. Wen Yong reached into the hem of his blood-stained shirt and pulled out a blood-stained mutilated corner of his clothes from it.

At this moment, Wen Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief and fainted.

Wen Yong slowly unfolded it, and several lines of blood were printed into his eyes.

"Protect the work, but can't bear it; There is a plan, but it cannot be broken; ambition is big, but not the opportunity; Nicknamed wife and children, the hero is short of breath, the blessing is in his own, and the conquest is self-explanatory. He does things that have no king, but no one has the spirit of a lord. This thief will be self-defeating, and you should sharpen your sword and hide your edge, so as to wait for the time! ”

This must have been handed over to Wen Zhao by Yang Xuan, thinking that Wen Zhao was desperate to hand over this thing to himself, Wen Yong felt a pain in his heart, and immediately collected the blood book into his arms, Wen Yong asked the imperial doctor, "How is Brother Zhao?" ”

The imperial doctor knelt down and said: "Xia Guan has exhausted all his life's learning, and he can only temporarily save Zheng Pinggong's life, but the evil poison has been poured into the wounds of his feet, and it will soon spread throughout his body, and Xia Guan has nothing to do." ”

"Can't do anything? What is there to be done! ”

Wen Yong kicked the imperial doctor away excitedly and looked at Wen Zhao's legs.

His feet were completely deformed, and the wounds had long since festered, emitting a foul stench.

Hearing that her son was dying, Concubine Jing had violent convulsions and fainted from crying.

"!"

In a hurry, the maids helped Concubine Jing.

After taking the pulse, the imperial doctor said: "Niangniang, this is a rush to attack the heart after being too sad, I will take the prescription of concentrating and nourishing qi, and it should be okay to rest for a while." ”

Wen Yong motioned to the maids to take Concubine Jing and Xi'er down to rest.

Before leaving, Xi'er asked with teary eyes full of expectation, "Can Brother Zhaohuang get better?" ”

Wen Yong's clenched nails had already pierced into his palms, and he smiled forcefully: "It will definitely be fine!" ”

Xi'er nodded after receiving an affirmative answer, and left with the maid.

"Can cutting off your legs save Brother Zhao's life?"

Wen Yong suddenly asked the imperial doctor.

"Cut off your legs?"

The imperial doctor was shocked by Wen Yong, "The parents of the body are affected by the skin, not to mention the siblings!" ”

Knowing that discussing amputation with the imperial doctor is equivalent to playing the piano to a cow, Wen Yong decisively said: "The gecko can still survive with a broken tail, and Brother Zhao's legs can only drag him down, so it's better to cut it off!" ”

"But...... Minister, minister never did"

"Go and prepare something to stop the bleeding, I'll do it myself!" Wen Yong scolded.

The Imperial Physician was still hesitating.

Wen Yong said sharply: "If you don't go, I will let you pay for Brother Zhao's life!" ”

The imperial doctor trembled with fright and hurriedly went to prepare.

After cleaning and bandaging Wen Zhao's other wounds, Wen Yong hugged the boy, who was only a dozen years old, to the table.

The imperial physician had sealed Wen Zhao's bloodline with a silver needle, and Wen Yong roasted the sword representing the Son of Heaven in his hand on the fire, and then washed it with spirits and raised it tremblingly.

In ancient times, there was a success rate of amputation, and Wen Yong didn't know, but if he didn't do something, Wen Yong always had a sense of indebtedness in his heart.

Wen Hu, from today onwards, I will never die with you!

ruthless, Wen Yong went down with a sword!

"Whew!"

Wen Zhao's legs were broken under the sharp sword of the Son of Heaven, and blood splashed on Wen Yong's face, like a mad demon!

"The Queen Mother has arrived!"

Outside the door came the chanting of the eunuchs.