The camp tent was instantly shrouded in a frightened atmosphere, with the palace maid who had vomited blood and had no breath in front of her, Yu Zhao had the same symptoms, making people subconsciously think that she was also fatally poisoned.

Chu Zikai panicked, and the people were also at a loss, and they had no intention of caring about the palace maids who died on the side, just because they all knew in their hearts that if something happened to Yu Zhao, the people in the tent were all suspicious people, and I am afraid that they would all be unable to escape death.

"Hening!" Fearing that Yu Zhao would die, Nan Rongwei slapped the table in fear, and was so dizzy because of excessive worry, and his hoarse voice showed that his heart was unstoppable.

Chu Zikai was also heartbroken, and the sense of loss of life eroded his calm and composure. didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly hugged Yu Zhaoping and lay down to check, seeing that her mouth was full of blood, and it was still pouring out, but her chest didn't rise and fall at all, as if she was out of breath, and she couldn't help but lose her color.

"Zhao Zhao is not afraid, it's okay, I'm here, it's fine." Seeing this symptom, Chu Zikai didn't know what was happening, seeing that the palace maid had died, he was afraid that Yu Zhao would be like her, full of horror, holding her hand uncontrollably trembling, and in an instant, he was anxiously afraid that he would be covered in cold sweat, only to urgently call her name and give comfort, but this comfort seemed to be said to himself.

There was a death in the imperial tent, which immediately alarmed the people of the entire Chu camp, Feng Yun lost his usual steady, shouted for the guards to come to escort him, and rushed out with his hands and feet to ask the accompanying imperial doctor.

He went out, and the rest of the palace people in the tent had no leader, for fear of being implicated, and they didn't know what to do, so they trembled and knelt together.

I didn't have time to explore why this story came about, seeing Yu Zhao uncomfortable in his arms, Chu Zikai was anxious and distressed, and he was full of panic and anxiety, and he had to try his best to control his strength for fear of hurting her, and his emotions could only be vented in his voice, loud as thunder, urging him to ask for a doctor.

Then while gently helping Yu Zhao to follow his breath, the blood gushing out of her mouth stained the clothes on Chu Zikai's chest, and he couldn't take care of it, at this moment, all his senses were stretched with a string, and the cold sweat on his forehead flowed into his eyes, the pain was unbearable, he didn't even dare to blink, he couldn't tolerate letting Yu Zhao's face out of his sight for half a second, he was afraid that if he closed his eyes and looked again, Yu Zhao's breath would disappear.

Nan Rongwei Xiao is old and weak, he can't stand this terrification, he is so scared that his legs are weak and he can't stand, he has been suffering from the loss of his loved ones all his life, from both children to now, there is only one granddaughter Yu Zhao left, she is the only hope between him and Mrs. Nanrong, if something happens again, the rest of his life will be completely gone.

The price of loss was too great, knowing that he couldn't bear it, Nan Rongwei was frightened and accumulated in his heart, and it took a while to recover, and he struggled to support his body and hold on to the table and approach.

He and Chu Zikai, both of them are gods of war who have fought for their lives in the rain of swords and swords on the battlefield, covered in blood, what a terrible scene has never been seen, and they have never panicked like at this time, at this moment Yu Zhao was poisoned, as if someone had caught the Achilles heel, and felt that as long as she could be well, she couldn't wait to pay any price in exchange.

Fortunately, it was already half a tea time. Yu Zhao didn't faint to death like the previous tea palace maid, his eyes could respond to Chu Zikai's eyes, and he nodded and shook his head to identify the problem, but the bright red in his mouth kept spitting out, and it was just scary to look at.

Then, he began to cough non-stop, Yu Zhao only felt a sharp pain in his throat, like a knife scraping down, and then like a needle piercing one by one, gradually, the pain disappeared, but in fact, he felt numb, and his throat suddenly stopped, and he kept tightening.

It didn't hurt so much, Yu Zhao took a few deep breaths to suppress his fear, and tried his best to open his mouth to talk to Chu Zikai in front of him, but when he opened his mouth, he was dumbfounded. No matter how hard he tried, he only had a ho ho sound coming out, and he suddenly understood that what he had in himself was not a deadly poison, but a dumb medicine that sealed his throat and silenced his voice.

Involuntarily, a sentence that I heard not long ago came to mind:

Whether you are blind or not is secondary, and it is complete when you are dumb......

If you don't learn well, you will always have to pay the price......

Under the extreme fear, people often become less courageous and suspicious, and whenever there is a stir, they all feel that it is terrifying, Yu Zhao thought of Chu Zikai just said those words, and was immediately stunned.

At what cost? Doesn't he mean angry words? The palace maid who died in front of her, why did she ask Chu Zikai such a thing before she died? Acting in accordance with the holy decree, killing her and destroying her mouth?

A series of questions seemed to be able to respond back and forth, making Yu Zhao feel creepy in an instant, and his survival instinct instigated him to leave Chu Zikai's arms as soon as possible, but fortunately, he didn't lose his strength, and he was able to stand up and retreat, looking at him with a trace of fear in his eyes.

Chu Zikai and Nan Rong Wei Xiao also gradually discovered the difference, Yu Zhao still had the strength to push Chu Zikai away at the moment, and his divine sense was also clear, not in a deadly poison, but his voice was really gone, as if he had become a dumb child.

As long as Yu Zhao is not worried about endangering his life for the time being, Nan Rongwei stabilized his mind after being frightened, calmed down, stepped forward decisively, pulled Yu Zhao behind him to protect him, and questioned Chu Zi Kaiwei:

"Your Majesty, what did this maid mean by her words before she died? What did you assign her to do? ”

Chu Zikai obviously also sensed the fear in Yu Zhao's eyes due to doubt, and felt wronged and sad, why did such a thing happen just after saying such angry words, and he could only pale and powerlessly tell: "I don't know, I have never given any instructions to her." ”

While speaking, Feng Yunhuo finally came with the imperial doctor, and the most important thing in front of him was to make sure that Yu Zhao was really fine, and everyone stopped to explore the cause of the incident, and hurriedly asked Yu Zhao to sit down and make a way for the imperial doctor.

His mouth was full of blood, and the smell of rust was sweet. Yu Zhao felt very disgusted, and couldn't stop turning his head to the side and retching, Chu Zikai hurriedly came over, sat next to her, brought water to rinse her mouth, and looked at her back with concern for a moment.

After a while, the imperial doctor finished probing the pulse, got up and replied with some uncertainty: "Back to Your Majesty, the pulse is stable, there is no sign of poisoning, it is obvious that this medicine is only for sealing the throat." ”

Hearing this, Yu Zhao was even more frightened, and he was confused about how to explain, if someone seized the opportunity to harm himself, why not take this opportunity to put some arsenic to have a good time, just to put some dumb medicine, it would be too much trouble.

While Chu Zikai breathed a sigh of relief, doubts and worries came up together, and first asked, "Is there a forensic treatment?" ”

The imperial doctor swallowed. "Wechen is incompetent, I really don't know, this medicine can cause dumbness, but I can't find the slightest toxicity, Wechen has never seen it, but ...... It's a bit like the handwriting of Yuzhou Ling Baiyao. ”