The old eunuch nodded, and said with a smile on his face: "How can you bother the Seventh Prince, if this is the case, leave one person, and the prince can just assign her." ”

"Hmm." Xuanyuan Po responded, and said to the ten princes on the side, "The tenth brother is weak, so go to the side hall to rest first." ”

The tenth prince got up and arched his hand: "Then there is Seventh Brother Lao." ”

When the Ten Princes went out, Xiyan realized that he had a problem with his legs and was limping, which was really a pity for this good boy. When Xiyan came out of her thoughts, there were only her, Xuanyuan Po and four palace maids in the main hall. Xuanyuan Po gave her a look, and she raised her hand, and the four silver needles between her fingers reflected the fierce candlelight.

Whew...... Four needles were pierced into the Baihui points of the four palace maids, and the four delicate flowers were paralyzed to the ground.

Xuanyuan Po praised: "Yan Yan is very skilled. ”

"Why doesn't the prince take action himself, what if my three-legged cat's kung fu fails?" Xiyan complained.

"It's okay, the king can make up for the big mistake."

"Humph!" Xiyan no longer talked to him, dragging heavy steps and moving towards the bed little by little.

Xuanyuan Po looked at her awkward legs, his expression tightened, and asked, "Is your leg injured?" ”

"Lord Wang, I'm afraid!" Xiyan was about to cry, "This ...... This is the emperor today, the supreme person in the world. Do I really want to treat him? ”

Xuanyuan Po couldn't help but laugh, this was probably the first time he had laughed sincerely in seven days. He walked over and took Xiyan's hand, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, there is me." ”

The Son of Heaven came to the Quartet, telling her how not to be afraid, Xiyan hung Xuanyuan Po's arm and stepped forward: "Fang Cai has never been so afraid, I am really trembling at this moment." ”

The two came to the bedside, Xiyan lifted the curtain, and saw that the person lying in front of him did not seem to be the supreme king, but just an old man who lingered on the sickbed. Xiyan was not so afraid, she reached out to probe the emperor's pulse.

After a long time, Xuanyuan Po was a little impatient: "How? ”

"Don't rush, they all say I'm half-." Xiyan rolled her eyes angrily.

After a while, Xi Yan lifted the emperor's clothes, skillfully took out the silver needle and was about to pierce the abdomen, and suddenly a spirit was stirred, and she reacted that this person was the current emperor. The hand holding the needle trembled uncertainly: "No...... No way...... I don't dare ......," she pouted, looking at Regulus pitifully.

Xuanyuan Po was helpless, sat behind her, stretched out his right hand to hold Xiyan's right hand holding the needle, and half-hugged Xiyan. It's strange to say, Xiyan is not afraid, and his heart is settled. She thought to herself: "If it is broken, you also pierced it with my hand, I am at most a knife, and you Xuanyuan Po is the one who holds the knife." ”

After three needles, the silver needles at the three acupuncture points were all weirdly blue, and Xiyan was shocked: "Sure enough! ”

"What is it?"

"Sorrowful dew." After Xiyan finished speaking, he was shrouded in a gloomy mist.

Although Xuanyuan Po didn't know what this was, he could judge one or two from Xiyan's expression. He chuckled in his heart, and his fists tightened unconsciously: "Speak clearly." ”

"It's a strange poison. Legend has it that there was an isolated place further south of the three countries of Wu, Chu and Pakistan, where the people were proficient in poison. They are isolated from the world and have been incommunicado for generations. Until one day, a young girl sneaked out and fell in love with a man outside, and finally returned to her hometown after being abandoned by the man. The woman sat in the garden every day and wept, and her tears irrigated the blue demon roses in the courtyard. As the days went by, the woman died of depression, and the blue demon roseflower dripped a highly poisonous flower dew. This dew is the dew of sorrow, and those who are poisoned by this poison are all injured by love, and the liver is depressed, and the internal organs are harmed until death. ”