Ye Mohan raised his hand lightly and stopped Gonggong Li from taking the next words.

The bright yellow figure was still standing outside the door of the side hall.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The palace maids went in with basins of warm water, and when they came out, the water was already dyed blood-red.

The imperial doctors were sweating profusely, and the cold sweat on their backs had already soaked their clothes.

Thinking back to the last sentence that Ye Mohan had just left, they didn't dare to delay anything, and used all their lifelong learning to save Concubine Xiao.

However, the knife went straight into his chest and pierced his heart.

Even if the Da Luo Immortal comes, he can't save it!

I can only wait until I die.

The doctors sighed and breathed, wiped sweat and sweat, and finally all withdrew.

The decisive emperor stood outside.

As soon as they went out, they met Yemo's cold and gloomy gaze.

As soon as his legs were weak, more than a dozen imperial doctors knelt down in unison.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty forgives your sins, Your Majesty forgives your sins......"

The imperial doctor's voice trembled, and more than a dozen imperial doctors begged for mercy together, and the scene was quite spectacular.

Ye Mohan frowned and turned sideways, his face was dark, and he looked at the imperial doctors, "What do you mean?" ”

The imperial doctor headed by him trembled uncontrollably, "Your Majesty, the Weichen is incompetent, it is the incompetence of the Weichens, the tip of the knife is directly sunk into Concubine Xiao's chest, and the blood does not stop, even if Hua Tuo is reincarnated, the Weichens ...... I can't save it. ”

Ye Mo Han's pupils shrank, he turned his head coldly, looked straight ahead, and accepted the news for a long time, and said coldly: "Li Huan, take it all down......"

The guards stepped forward and brought the man down.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty ......!!"

Xiao Suyang had already rushed in as soon as the imperial doctor came out.

At this moment, looking at Xiao Yueyao, who was lying on the bed with a pale face and a gossamer, she rushed over directly and cried on the side of the bed.

"Yaoyao, how will your father live if you leave?!"

Xiao Nanzhu was busy all night, and with the people of Dali Temple, he blocked people halfway, and snatched the group of assassins into the cell of Dali Temple, and then rushed over.

He had always believed that Yaoyao would be fine.

didn't think about it, just rushed over, and heard Xiao Suyang's howling and crying, and suddenly stopped stepping in.

Heavy as if it had been poured with lead, he didn't take another step.

He stood at the doorway, the door was half-hidden, and the light from inside came through, falling on the pale face of the jade-like young man.

The jade boy's eyes were desperate, and a little stubble appeared on his chin.

It seems that this is still the usual Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, and he still smiled indifferently, as warm as Xiao Nanzhu, the son of jade

Midoriharu also cried.

Ye Mohan stood in the distance, looking at the hidden door, listening to the cry coming from the house, his eyes trembled slightly.

Gonggong Li sighed, frowned and persuaded, "Your Majesty ......"

After a long time, Ye Mohan's body that seemed to be frozen moved slightly, and then turned to leave.

His handsome face was as cold as cold, but his back was lonely and sad.

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Xiao Yueyao is finally dead!

The pain of the tip of the knife piercing the heart, the loss of blood.

Eventually, he lost consciousness.

When Xiao Yueyao opened her eyes, she was floating in mid-air.

She thought that when she opened her eyes again, she would return to the real world.

But no, the surroundings are still antique.

Outside, the rooster crowed, and the sun bloomed from the horizon like dawn.

Crying and crying came in bursts.

Xiao Yueyao looked fixedly.

In the house, Lu Chun stood aside and cried, and Daddy Xiao lay on the side of the bed and cried.

And the second brother was also standing outside the house, his face silent.