Jiang Qingyue reached out and grabbed the falling wrist, closed her eyes and checked the pulse, fortunately, there is still salvation.

Seeing this, Xiang'er burst into tears.

"What are you crying about, he's not dead yet." Jiang Qingyue scolded her cry back.

The eyes never left the prince for a moment: "Your Highness, I don't know where the prince is?" ”

Hearing that the person was not dead, the prince secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and naturally would not refuse her request, so he brought someone to the bedroom.

King Ping is also fine under the care of Mama Li.

Jiang Qingyue didn't ask, walking side by side with the prince, if you look at the back, it is clear and handsome, the night is hazy, and it is even more likely, if you look carefully, you can feel that there is a lot of murder around the woman.

I don't know how far I walked, Jiang Qingyue spoke: "I know that this matter has nothing to do with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, but the matter was discovered under your nose after all, and Qian Xinghui also remembers your authority, if you can make amends at this moment, you will definitely be able to better win people's hearts." ”

The words were neither humble nor arrogant, and the prince was also ashamed, and nodded yes.

"He's a talent," Jiang Qingyue is about to stop, who can know how much money the prince has, naturally the more blackmail, the better.

"The palace is clear, immediately go to the imperial doctor, naturally there is a lot of silver, there is a grange in the western suburbs of the city, and it is also given to him." The prince thought for a moment and replied, it was also cost-effective to exchange these for a wealthy ally.

"Then I will thank you for Qian Xinghui, what the Wang family did to let the prince clean up the aftermath is really hateful." Naked provocation, Jiang Qingyue didn't care if he was useless, the fact was so, the Wang family naturally didn't have to run, and he was about to send people away as soon as the words changed: "You go slowly, don't send it." ”

The prince had already arrived at the door when he came back to his senses, so naturally he didn't want to stay long, and looked at the Wang family who was in a hurry to greet him, and his brows furrowed without a trace.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, how's it going?" Wang's eager eyes looked behind him, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear a scream coming from inside.

"Qian Xinghui was beaten by you?" The prince's face remained calm.

"Yes," Wang asked, "can't you teach that little slut, can't you teach her subordinates, you say?" ”

Little slut? These words fell into my ears and were a little harsh: "Don't come to find trouble with the princess in the future, you will be lynched, she is ready to sue you, be ready to make amends." ”

Wang's Mu Deng watched him leave, racking his brains and wondering why his attitude changed from the beginning to the current indifference.

Sending off the people who were in the way, Jiang Qingyue rushed to Qian Xinghui's residence as soon as possible, unceremoniously pushed the door in, and saw that the flesh and blood on his body were blurred, and the anger that he had just suppressed was provoked again.

Xiang'er consciously gave up her position, and the silent young lady was the most angry.

The fingertips touched his wrist, and the pulse beat weakly: "Xiang'er, go get a pair of scissors, be sharp, dawn, go get clean cotton cloth and then make a basin of water." ”

Bai Ren was bored for a long time, but he still spoke: "Princess, what can a slave do?" ”

The cold eyes fell on him, and Jiang Qingyue's gaze turned back to Qian Xinghui's wound: "Wait for your own use." ”

In a short time, the items are ready.

Jiang Qingyue twisted the clothes on his body to minimize his pain, this is a wound that was drawn out little by little with rattan, he had taken poison before, and his vitality was greatly damaged, and he must not delay at this moment.

"You all go out, Bai Ren will hold him down for me." Jiang Qingyue gave people medicine and hung her vitality.

Dawn obediently left, and Xiang'er hesitated for a moment and was unwilling to leave.

The wind that closed the door shook the candlelight, and it also shook Xiang'er's thoughts: "If you don't want to go, stuff this towel into his mouth, no matter what happens in the next moment, don't shout." ”

"Yes."

Qian Xinghui was locked in the firewood room for several hours, and the deeper wound had already shown signs of inflammation.

The knife fell, and the inflamed flesh fell inch by inch under the dagger, and the blood flowed down, staining the bedding under Qian Xinghui's body red.

The whole person in his pain collapsed, Jiang Qingyue looked at it coldly, and the speed in his hand sped up a little: "Xiang'er, hold down his feet." ”

The blood flowed, and the painful cry of Qian Xinghui through the strip of cloth, and the sweat on Jiang Qingyue's forehead, although it was only a moment, it was as long as a century had passed.

The smell of blood fills the air, muddies people's brains, and shortages people's thinking.

The blood in front of her filled Xiang'er's entire eyeballs, and the hands that pressed Qian Xinghui's feet gradually became weak, and the double shadows in front of her were layered, and she fell down in a trance.

"Dawn!"

The person waiting outside the door broke in, and the bloody scene in front of the scissors turned pale, and immediately returned to normal: "Princess." ”

"Take care of Xiang'er." Jiang Qingyue glanced at the person who fainted at the end of the bed. I really can't spare my hands to take care of her.

"Yes," he left with someone in his arms, and Dawn didn't notice Jiang Qingyue's pensive eyes.

After dealing with the wound, Qian Xinghui was exhausted, Jiang Qingyue gave people an injection, and asked Bai Ren to boil a few pairs of medicines to give people to take, which saved Qian Xinghui's life.

The imperial doctor who came in the middle of the night, seeing this scene, in addition to sighing, didn't say anything more, just asked Jiang Qingyue many times, if he could invite this worldly master again, he would definitely introduce him to him.

Xiang'er guarded him all night, and finally waited for the people to wake up, which can be described as a ghost door closed.

Jiang Qingyue was exhausted and fell asleep with a pillow, King Ping looked at her slightly heavy breathing, sat at the table and flipped through the account book she brought back today,

Profits have doubled compared to previous days.

Sure enough, it's a buildable material.

Closing the ledger, I was about to fall asleep, and I was so angry that I covered my mouth and coughed.

Even if he wanted to suppress it, it was useless, Jiang Qingyue woke up with a frown, and saw King Ping coughing by the window like an old man in his last years.

"Are you going to die?" Jiang Qingyue got up a little angry.

"Ahem, don't bother you." King Ping gasped, and his anger increased, but he also stopped coughing.

Seeing his well-defined face showing a gray aura under the shadow of the moon, following the habit left by Master Mingxin, Jiang Qingyue stepped forward and asked: "Open your mouth and take a look." ”

King Ping was slender, and Jiang Qingyue stood on tiptoe on his shoulder to see the situation in his mouth clearly.

He habitually rolled his eyelids again, and King Ping wanted to stop him, but seeing the seriousness on her face, he withdrew his hand again.

Jiang Qingyue withdrew her hand, lowered her head in contemplation, frowned, looked at King Ping's face, and quickly searched her previous knowledge reserves in her mind, for a long time, she suddenly grabbed King Ping's hand, and the pulse beat under her fingertips confirmed her guess.

Then he took the needle, lifted the sleeve of King Ping's coat, and stabbed him at the elbow joint, stealing his token by the way.

A moment later, the silver needle came out, and the needle was a little black.