Nine Kings' Mansion.

Ning Su looked at the man on the bed, his face serious.

"Help the prince up." She ordered Ugly.

Li Ziling had passed out at this time.

Ugly helped him up, and he seemed to snort lowly.

Ning Su took a piece of wood and put it on Lizi Ling's mouth for him to bite into.

"What is this doing, little master?" Ugly asked suspiciously.

"I'm afraid he'll bite off his tongue when he's in pain."

On the table, a blue light was lit, and Ning Su ran the knife in his hand over the fire to disinfect it.

Li Wuqi's face was solemn, he sat quietly on the side, his five fingers clenched together, the bones were distinct, the hatred in his heart was indescribable, he really hoped that he could catch those culprits and kill them quickly, but no, he had to wait for the best time to draw his salary.

However, he believes that that day is not far off.

Ning Su changed into a slim dress with narrow sleeves, rolled up her sleeves, washed her hands with rice wine, and all the utensils were also soaked in rice wine.

I used scissors to cut off one of the sleeves of Li Ziling, revealing his arm, only to see that the wound had turned black, but fortunately, Li Wuqi clicked on his acupuncture point in time, so that the toxin could not spread, and the poisonous gas was only in the part of the arm.

Ning Su lowered her head and sniffed, the smell of the toxin was a little pungent, she frowned, and carefully recognized it, it smelled like a kind of broken intestine grass. Ancient toxins are not like modern chemical agents, but pure natural herbs, and it is also possible that herbs and minerals are exercised together.

She couldn't tell about this poison, and it was impossible to detect it in such a short time, but she could smell some of the smell of broken intestine grass.

"How's this poison?" He asked.

"It's the broken intestine grass, I smell it. This kind of grass sees blood and goes with the blood, can flow all over the body, making people pus and blood, festering all over the body and dying, fortunately in time, Lao Jiu's poison remains on the arm. It seems that only the bones can be scraped to cure the poison. ”

"Scraping bones?" Ugly's eyes widened suddenly, and her eyes were terrified, "He's going to be fine, right?" ”

Ning Su shook his head: "Time is in a hurry, some medicines are not complete, this, we have to wait until the operation is over." ”

Ugly's expression immediately became sad, and she pitifully took Ning Su's hand: "The little lord must be careful, the Nine Princes can't be fine." ”

Ning Su patted her hand gently.

Ancient people didn't do surgery, Ning Su didn't know the bottom of her heart, she used to be just a charlatan with her father, and later learned golden needles, and her experience in surgery was not good after all. However, the medical science is all over the place, and it is probably good. She had to give it a try.

Ning Su's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, she took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and stabbed down......

"Uh......" Lizi Ling, who was in a coma, was woken up by pain and saw Ning Su who was applying the knife.

Ning Su looked at him: "You have to be patient." ”

Although he didn't speak, he nodded, and the sharp pain made his face almost distort, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell from his forehead.

Black blood flowed down his shoulders and arms, and his body shook violently.

Ugly hugged his body and kept him from moving.

Li Wuqi lowered his head, he couldn't bear to see such a scene.

I heard only the sound of the flesh parting the flesh, and then I heard the sound of scraping, which sounded like a knife scraping a tree.

He glanced up, and was stunned, it was Ning Su scraping the bones on Lizi Ling's arm with a knife, and the black blood was alive and blood flowed down together, and a whole bowl flowed.

Li Ziling was so painful that he almost fainted, but he still endured it, and his hand tightly clasped Ugly's arm.

Time passed by second, but every second seemed like a year.

Finally, Ning Su let out a long breath, sutured the wound for Li Ziling, applied ointment to stop bleeding, and wrapped it in gauze.

Li Ziling fell weakly on the bed, and all the clothes on his body were soaked with sweat.

"How?" Ugly asked in a low voice, "He'll be fine, right?" ”

Ning Su said: "The poison is cleared, but Ziling is bleeding too much, I don't know if Lu Dao can survive." I'm going to boil the medicine now. You must not leave with the prince. ”

Ugly pursed his mouth, as if he would cry at any time, and nodded.

Ning Su arrived outside the door, and Wu Wu also came out.

She ordered the herbs to be fetched.

When she looked back, her face was ugly.

"What's wrong?" She walked over, took Li Wuyu's hand, looked at his face with concern, and said softly: "Believe me, the ninth brother will definitely survive." ”

Xiao Wuqi held her hand, and her voice was extremely low: "I didn't expect them to let go of even the ninth brother." It's all I want for my life, and I won't allow them to hurt the people around me. This revenge, I swear that I will definitely take revenge. ”

"The wicked have their own day to repay, there is no one, I believe in you, I also feel it, this day is coming soon."

That night, Li Ziling had a high fever.

Ning Su stayed up for medicine several times overnight, while Ah Chou stayed by his side to take care of him all the time.

Ning Suzhi said that the high fever in Liziling was caused by a bacterial infection after the operation, and she had tried her best to use sterilized equipment, but in this ancient medical level, she could not find a fast and effective antibacterial drug, so she could only boil some herbs, hoping to play a role.

Ah Chou soaked her hand in a basin of cool water, washed the veil, and rested the veil on the forehead of the ninth prince, and after a while, the handkerchief was soaked with sweat again, and she washed it again, but she didn't expect that soon, the handkerchief was soaked again.

Ugly was about to cry.

She had just changed her clothes for Li Ziling, and at this moment, even the sheets were wet.

Looking at his scorched and pale lips, Ugly's tears could no longer hold back their tears falling from his eyes.

"You don't want to die...... Ziling, don't you die......" She took his hot hand, but he didn't seem to be conscious.

"I shouldn't have scolded you, and I shouldn't have beaten you." She continued to talk to herself, hot tears dripping onto the back of her hand and into the covers.

"You are a good person, the only good person in heaven and earth, and you are so good-looking, I know that I am not worthy of you, and I should not resent you, it is all my fault. As soon as you wake up, I can even kneel down and make amends for you. Are you waking up? ”

She gently shook his hand, but he remained still.

"Squeak-" Ning Su came in with the medicine bowl open, looked at the condition of Li Ziling, shook his head, and said, "I didn't expect it to be so powerful, the situation is really not good." ”

"Will you die?" Ugly suddenly looked up at her, his eyes blurred with tears.

Ning Su was stunned, she was like this, she was extremely miserable, desperate, she wanted to comfort Ugly, but she couldn't open her mouth. Because, even she doesn't know if Lu Dao Lizi Ling will die in the end.

Seeing Ning Su's dumb mouth, Ah Chou bit his lip tightly and secretly turned his head to wipe his tears.

"Give him the medicine."

With that, she walked out.

With a look like this, she naturally couldn't take the medicine, but every time the medicine she sent was drunk, she began to wonder how Ah Chou did it. Later, when I saw that there was a potion on the corner of Ah Chou's mouth, I suddenly realized.

Ah Chou was in love with Lao Jiu, and he even ignored the woman's name, drank the medicine with his mouth, and then fed it to Lao Jiu's mouth little by little, making him swallow the decoction.

Ning Su thought in her heart, if Li Ziling is really dead, will Ah Chou still have his life?

It was late at night, and she was tired of the day, but she couldn't sleep.

In the courtyard, under the last quarter of the moon, a man stands alone.

Ning Su quietly looked at his back and didn't disturb him. What was he thinking? That back looked so sad. He is the emperor, and on his body, he carries not only his own life, but also the lives of his brothers, courtiers and the people of the world. How heavy this burden must be, but it all weighs on him alone.

The night was getting darker, and she could even smell the dew in the air.

At this time, a whimpering flute gradually sounded, reaching the ears, listening to the source of the sound, it seemed to come from Lao Jiu's room. There is only Ah Chou in the room now, and she didn't know that Ah Chou actually blew such a wonderful good Xiao.

The sound of the flute is poignant, but lingering and moving, perhaps, Ah Chou is the man who wants to wake up the bed with this Xiao sound.