No matter how Lu Mian urged, Mo Zhao was not in a hurry.

After applying all the burns on Lu Mian's back, Mo Zhao stopped and said goodbye to Lu Mian.

Lu Mian was injured and inconvenient to enter the palace.

The person pushing the wheelchair became Ganyi.

Gan Yi was a secret guard trained by Chen Yong, with strong martial arts, and he had just come out of the palace.

After getting into the carriage, Mo Zhao had a cold face, "What's going on in the palace?" ”

Gan Yi: "When the emperor returned to the palace, he fell down the steps and fell unconscious, several imperial doctors rushed to the Qianqing Palace, the situation was quite serious, and the general asked his subordinates to go out of the palace to pick you up." ”

Mo Zhao's expression was contemplative, thinking about the current situation.

He was not curious about the severity of the emperor's injuries, and he did not care about the emperor's physical condition.

The moment the emperor threw him into the cold palace, the father-son relationship between him and the emperor had already been broken.

Mo Zhao was more concerned about the reason why Chen Yong let him enter the palace in a hurry this time.

If the emperor was just injured by a simple fall, Chen Yong would not let him enter the palace at night, I'm afraid the emperor's situation is not good.

The horse's hooves clattered into the palace.

Although he is not favored, Mo Zhao is also a prince.

Gan Yi pushed Mo Zhao and came to the emperor's bedroom.

There are already a lot of people waiting outside the Qianqing Palace, most of them are some harem concubines, it is estimated that they came in a hurry when they heard the wind, and because the grade is not enough, they can only wait outside the door, and they are not even qualified to enter the palace.

And in the temple, there are even more people.

Mo Zhao glanced at it and found that the big officials who had originally left the palace were basically all here.

may also have heard the news and hurriedly jumped into the palace.

There are also concubines and several other favored concubines.

Gan Yi pushed Mo Zhao forward slightly, and he could vaguely see the emperor lying unconscious on the dragon bed.

Chen Yong was also in the inner hall, and after seeing the voices of Mo Zhao and Gan Yi, Chen Yong immediately walked to Mo Zhao's side.

The two of them found a corner and whispered.

Mo Zhao spoke first: "Uncle, how is the situation now?" ”

"It's not clear for the time being, the back of the bleeding head has been bandaged, and several imperial doctors have just taken turns to check the emperor's pulse and prescribe medicine. It's just that the emperor's health has deteriorated over the years, and now he has suffered a serious injury from external forces, and he doesn't know when he will wake up. Chen Yong squatted down, lowered his voice and said to Mo Zhao: "When the emperor was just carried back, the wound on the back of his head was bleeding nonstop, and I am afraid that there are still remnants of blood on the steps outside the hall now." A head injury was originally a big deal, and when Concubine Shu heard the news, she rushed over as soon as possible. But the second prince has not appeared now......"

When he said the last sentence, Chen Yong's tone was already a little meaningful.

The incident of the emperor suddenly falling down the steps happened too suddenly, and there was no opportunity and time to hide it at all, so now there are so many people standing inside and outside the palace.

If the second prince did not receive the news, Chen Yong would definitely not believe it.

Mo Zhao's eyes were dull, and he didn't answer for a long time.

He sat in a wheelchair, staring at the sad faces of the imperial doctors, and after a long time, he finally laughed: "Uncle, this is not a bad thing. ”

"Huh?" Chen Yong didn't quite understand what Mo Zhao meant.

However, when Mo Zhao took out a medicine bottle from his arms and threw it in his arms, and then took out a dagger from his arms and pointed it at his wrist, Chen Yong immediately understood.

Chen Yong's expression changed, "No! ”

Mo Zhao was not surprised by his objection, but just stated the facts: "Uncle, don't you know my physical condition, let alone a bowl of blood, even if it is ten bowls of blood, I can release it." If you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to wait for the next one. ”

Chen Yong's expression was cloudy, and he struggled greatly in his heart.

A quarter of an hour later, he pushed Mo Zhao out.

Chen Yong gritted his teeth and said: "This method is not impossible, with mine, my body is better than yours." ”

The dagger had already been taken back by Mo Zhao just now, and he didn't answer Chen Yong's words.

It's just that after Chen Yong pushed him to ask for the imperial dining room, before Chen Yong had time to stop him, Mo Zhao had already cut the surface of the skin with the tip of the knife.

Warm blood flowed from the wound instantly.

Mo Zhao seemed to feel no pain, and with a force in his hand, he poked the knife in a few more points.

Chen Yong didn't expect Mo Zhao's speed of action to be so fast, so he didn't have time to snatch the dagger.

But Mo Zhao was still like a nobody, holding the wrist that was bleeding constantly, and said calmly to Chen Yong: "Uncle, bowl!" ”

Chen Yong gritted his teeth and flew over a bowl.

Only half a bowl of blood was put in, and Mo Zhao's expression turned pale from the previous ruddy.

Without Chen Yong opening his mouth, Mo Zhao took the initiative to remove his injured wrist after seeing that the weight was about the same.

Chen Yong was staring at Mo Zhao from the side, and when he saw Mo Zhao's wrist move, he didn't even care about the bowl of warm blood, and poured the gold sore powder that had been prepared on Mo Zhao's wound.

This gold sore powder is made by Lu Mian, and the hemostatic effect is amazing.

As soon as the powder was poured up, the blood stopped instantly.

Chen Yong took a handkerchief to bandage Mo Zhao's wounds, looked at the pale look on Mo Zhao's face, and couldn't help but say, "When you go home, see what Mian Mian says about you." ”

Mo Zhao's long eyelashes trembled a few times, and his voice lost the strength and decisiveness he had just now: "Don't tell her yet." ”

Chen Yong glanced at the bandaged handkerchief on Mo Zhao's wrist, but he didn't say yes or no, but said, "Such a big wound can't be hidden." ”

Mo Zhao pursed his lips and did not speak.

"Okay, it's still this bowl of blood that is the most important, let's go and send the medicine." Chen Yong took out the medicine bottle that Mo Zhao had given him just now, and poured a pill into his blood. This is the Qingling Pill specially made by Lu Mian, the herbs are precious, the medicinal effects are wide, and Lu Mian made it for two months to get this bottle.

The one given to the emperor tonight is simply cheaper for him.

Chen Yong held the bowl in one hand and pushed Mo Zhao in the other, and the two quickly returned to the Qianqing Palace.

There were more people waiting outside the Qianqing Palace.

When Chen Yong took Mo Zhao away before, no one cared.

But now, everyone was staring at the bowl of blood in Chen Yong's hand that constantly exuded a sweet smell.

After Chen Yong pushed Mo Zhao into the hall, he directly came to the imperial doctor with the bowl of blood: "Imperial Doctor Chen, this is the blood that the Seventh Prince just cut his wrists, you see, is it suitable to be used as a medicine guide?" ”

There has always been a legend in the Beidou Kingdom.

Legend has it that using the blood of relatives as medicine can cure all diseases.

The premise is that the other party is willing to cut his own skin to take blood for the other party.

It's just that it's just a rumor, and almost no one takes it seriously, and even if anyone does, no one dares to do such a thing.

Everyone looked at the bowl of thick blood with burning eyes, and then looked at Mo Zhao who was sitting in a wheelchair, never thought that the Seventh Prince would really test this kind of thing!