In the past few days, Huairou City has been in a very turbulent situation.

The invisible hand was pushing everything that was happening in the city, and Lord Taishou wrote a very lengthy piece of music and sent it to the capital overnight and sent it to His Majesty's desk in the emperor, and then, two more urgent documents were sent to His Majesty the Emperor overnight, and the interesting thing is that the last two letters were also sent from Huairou City.

The ministers sent by the imperial court will not arrive in Huairou City for another day, but the matter seems to have been resolved, and I don't know if it is a coincidence, the three pieces of the cantata are placed together in overlapping places and different places from each other, and the patchwork feels like it has a lingering aftertaste, as if it is specially reserved for the ministers of the imperial court who have not arrived.

His Majesty the Emperor read these three letters, and made up his mind, and some seemed to need a hint.

An order was sent out from the Emperor's shadow guard, and the elite killers who were dispatched overnight shuttled through the dark night like dark lines, mixing up the inky night even more chaotically.

On the day when the imperial court ordered the ministers to walk into Huairou City with a large army, Wei Shaoguang had successfully closed his hand and sat in Lizheng Yuan to read quietly, his ears could not hear any noise, the fingers holding the scroll were slender and white, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes swept over one word after another, like a flash of light, careless and concentrated.

Half an hour later, after turning the last page, the boy yawned and put down the book in his hand, ready to get up and go to the window to rest.

It was a somewhat cool morning, a rare piece of good weather.

Shaguang would never have expected him to appear in front of him in such an unexpected way.

When she subconsciously stretched out her hands to hug him, the blood quietly stained the placket of her clothes, and it was unstoppable, shock and panic hit at the same time.

"Jiang Seventeen!"

What's going on? How could anyone hurt him?

"Yuheng...... Sorry, there are still pursuers out there. ”

Jiang Qiqi spoke intermittently, and Wei Shaoguang immediately made a decision and shouted downstairs.

"Xiahou Ming!"

While helping Jiang Seventeen onto the soft couch in the tea room, he quickly untied Jiang Seventeen's clothes.

"Sorry! Offended. ”

Shaking light said this, so that Jiang Seventeen, who was about to resist, understood her plan at once, so he withdrew his palm, and took off his coat with Shake Light in turn.

"Wait a minute."

Shaoguang held Jiang Qiqi and asked him to lean on the soft couch carefully, walked out of the tea room quickly, handed the bloody clothes in his hand to Xia Houming, who came up to him, and quickly explained the situation to him and gave an order at the same time.

"I'm going to trouble you, and lead away from the people who are chasing Seventeen."

Xiahou Ming nodded and took the clothes, shook the light and struggled for a while and said uneasily, "If you want to come back alive, did you hear it!" I'll go back and investigate the news or something myself, don't be overwhelmed. ”

Obviously caring about people, Xiahou Ming softened his eyes, and without saying a word, he took the order to put on Jiang Seventeen's bloody clothes, and jumped out of the window to carry out the task of luring the pursuers away.

Wei Shaoguang didn't hesitate to go downstairs and get the medicine box, walked to the tea room, and began to treat Jiang Qiqi's wounds.

Jiang Seventeen was seriously injured, his clothes were messy, not to mention his look was also very haggard, he should have been entangled with someone earlier, and finally ran to her.

The dagger on his abdomen had not yet been pulled out, and blood was constantly flowing from there, and the blue-white middle coat on his body had been dyed red, which looked particularly shocking. In addition, there are scratches on his arms and cheeks, and he should have been scratched by sword qi by sight, and the person who shot at him should be extraordinary, and he is not alone, right? Did you provoke some killer organization?

"Seventeen, I'm going to pull out this dagger, you have to be patient."

Wei Shaoguang squatted on the edge of the soft couch, looked up at the pale Jiang Seventeen, and found that he seemed to be poisoned.

Cold sweat kept falling from his forehead, and his eyes had become blurred, and the pure color was pale and colorless.

Shake Light immediately looked down at his wound.

"How so?!"

There was also a wound on the chest, a knife wound with an abnormal red color near the wound, and at first I thought it was blood, but when I looked closely, I realized that it was poison smeared on the knife.

"Who the hell are you hunted down? How could he be so badly injured? ”

Shaoguang couldn't help frowning, she didn't care about anything else, she stood up and supported Jiang Seventeen's back, so that he could lie flat on the soft couch according to his strength, and then gently pressed the wound in his abdomen with one hand, and quickly pulled out the dagger with the other.

Receiving the traction of the force, the blood burst out and splashed Wei Shaoguang's body, Shaoguang didn't care about these stretched out his hand and pointed at Jiang Seventeen's acupoint, stop the bleeding first.

After that, he took out a clean dagger, carefully cut the clothes around the wound, and sprinkled hemostatic scattering on the places that were not contaminated with poison, and then shook the light and said softly to Jiang Seventeen, who had fallen into a slight coma, "Offended", took the dagger and tore Jiang Seventeen's clothes, revealing her sturdy upper body, and quickly swept through the eyes of the shaking light, and after confirming that there were no wounds elsewhere, she began to concentrate on studying the poison on her chest.

Red, bleeding has been flowing around the wound, and it seems to have the ability to hinder bleeding, looking at Jiang Seventeen's complexion, the poison seems to have a hallucinogenic effect.

Could it be that this medicine is that?!

Shaking his head was like turning a book, and he quickly flipped to a poison, and a name emerged.

Earthly House.

Red paste, often used in assassination, the wound of the person who was scratched can not stop bleeding and scab normally, and it will also make people fall into hallucinations, so that the poisoned person is incapacitated, and he cannot wake up in hallucinations, and gradually dies as the wound continues to deteriorate.

It's really a poison that doesn't really stand on the table.

Shake the light and secretly spit on her, she just has a way to detoxify.

She walked out of the tea room straight, there was a shelf in the study where some broken bottles looked messy and useless, she walked over, stood in front of it and casually looked at it, reached out and took out a bottle, opened the lid and fanned it with her hand and smelled it.

"That's it."

Take the bottle back to the tea room, open the bottle, take out a small tweezer and pick up a cotton ball, dip it in the poured potion, and then carefully and gently clean the poison from Jiang XVII's wound.

Dozens of cotton balls had been thrown, and all the poison from the wound had finally been wiped clean, and another bottle was taken out to be evenly sprinkled on the wound, and the bleeding was quickly stopped. Other wounds were also medicated, and finally bandaged with a lot of effort.

Finally, he took out a black pill, shook the light and squatted at the head of the bed and called softly.

"Seventeen, Jiang Seventeen."

"Wake up and take the medicine."

"Seventeen?"

Under Wei Shaoguang's shout, Jiang Seventeen slowly woke up, he opened his mouth and did not speak, Shake Guang quickly threw the medicine into his mouth, Jiang Seventeen swallowed the medicine, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

After finishing his work, Shaoguang stood up and took a look at Jiang Seventeen's current situation. The space in the tea room is limited, and the soft couch can't actually let Jiang Qiqi, a man who is already one meter eight, lie down, and there is no space here to cover him with a quilt, which is very unfavorable for recuperation.

Wei Shaoguang stood at the head of the bed and dragged his chin and thought about it.

"Unconscious, huh? Don't mind if the princess hugs it, right? I'll give it a try......"

The tea room was filled with the elegant fragrance of tea, and now it was mixed with a hint of blood, and the words of shaking it were like muttering, and no one would respond to her.