Chapter 92: Left's Anger and Blood Can Become a River (2)

Sun Wunian almost trembled and asked, "Xiang Zero, Xiang Zero her"

Li Ruiqing did not speak. He didn't even have anger on his face anymore. He calmly hugged Zhao Xiangling, and slowly walked out of the room step by step, his eyes were as clear as water, only the killing intent was getting heavier and heavier.

Stepping out the door, the Shadow Pavilion attendants had already pulled out all the killers and pressed them to their knees. Huoyu raised his hand and reported: "Master, it's all here, and no one is missing." ”

Li Ruiqing glanced lightly and saw Ning Hao kneeling and kowtowing. He is different from the killer's costume, and he is still the costume of the palace servant.

Li Ruiqing knows him, Wang Yao's most powerful lackey.

He turned his head and did not look again, lest he stain his eyes.

Holding Xiang Zero, he still walked slowly forward at the previous speed, and suddenly a wail sounded, and from the moment Li Ruiqing fell, the killer beside him began to melt.

Melt one by one.

The poison powder covered them, burning their flesh and blood alive, leaving only the bones, and while burning through, they were still alive. Live to watch your own body gradually separate flesh and bones.

Pain, wailing, begging for mercy, to no avail, Li Ruiqing just hugged Zhao Xiangling tighter.

"You all deserve to die." He said.

The tail fell, and the killer turned into bones in an instant, and Bai Sensen was scattered, blown by the wind, and scattered into dust, without a trace.

Everyone present shuddered for no reason. Looking back, Li Ruiqing and Zhao Xiangling are gone.

Fengqi Palace, Celadon was called out and saw this scene: Zhao Xiangling bent down in Li Ruiqing's arms, his face was like gold paper, Li Ruiqing held her, and there was indescribable indifference and alienation in his eyes.

Rao is celadon is calm and calm, at this moment, she doesn't know what to do.

Li Ruiqing bypassed her and walked straight to the inner room. He said, "Your Majesty is seriously injured and must not enter the room." ”

Celadon immediately understood what he meant, and ordered the henchmen of the palace to fetch water and carry it into the house.

Let Zhao Xiangling sit at the head of the bed, Li Ruiqing held up her hands and saw their falling weak arc.

If he had been too late, the hands would have been gone.

With a light sigh, Li Ruiqing pinched one and pulled it hard, only to hear a 'click', and the staggered bones returned to their places. Zhao Xiangling shrank and trembled, cold sweat broke out but he bit his lip and was silent.

Her lower lip was dripping with blood, probably biting out like this.

No matter how painful it was, she couldn't bear it.

It took a long time for her to calm down.

Changing to his left hand, Li Ruiqing held it up, and did not move for a long time. He kept pinching Zhao Xiangling's left hand for a long time, and finally, he still sighed faintly:

"Celadon is passed on to the imperial doctor."

Zuo Xiang, who experienced the bloodshed and sacrifice of the party struggle, the young pavilion master of the sword shadow who was rumored to be murderous like numbness and bloodthirsty, and Li Che, the famous medical immortal who moved the world, were defeated by Zhao Xiangling's severed hand.

He couldn't bear it.

Can't do it.

The imperial doctor came quickly, connected Zhao Xiangling's other wrist, and bound it with a bandage, but he was a little stunned when he touched the other wounds.

This inner wound, he is really difficult to deal with.

The imperial physician sneered: "Lord Zuo, otherwise this wound will make the new Governor Xuanyin"

"Where's the green sand?" Li Ruiqing interrupted him.

He knew that the rumored relationship between this Xuanyin and His Majesty was not ordinary. But he doesn't want to hear it now, especially at times like these.

Qingsha is a girl under Zhao Xiangling who knows poison, and she is a family of poisoners, so it is natural to bandage and dispose of wounds.

The imperial physician lowered his head and listened to the celadon said: "Qingsha is already waiting outside the hall. ”

"Pass in." Li Ruiqing said, and glanced at the imperial doctor by the way. The Imperial Physician immediately broke out in a cold sweat and stepped aside.

Li Ruiqing didn't look at him again. The palace is a big dye vat, even if it is a place like the Tai Hospital, which is far away from the center of the government, it may not be possible to install eyeliner, so it seems that it is not surprising that a Tai Doctor is a member of the Yu family.

Qingsha entered the house and saw Zhao Xiangling stunned for a moment, before he stepped forward quickly. She said, "Please recuse yourself." ”

The imperial doctor couldn't ask for it, raised his head and walked to leave, Li Ruiqing got up, folded his sleeves and said lightly: "Say it, die." ”

The Imperial Doctor was shocked, knowing that this sentence was threatening him. Weighing the pros and cons, there is no need for him to work hard with the Yu family for this matter, if the news spreads, his family will definitely die.

Calming down, his steps out were much more steady.

After the imperial doctor went out, Li Ruiqing just turned around and stood behind the screen. He had no intention of leaving.

Qingsha and Celadon glanced at each other, exchanged opinions, and decided to let him stay in the house.

The two of them knew that the situation was serious, and the less people knew about it, the better, so they withdrew from everyone, covered the bed curtain and the double curtain outside, and washed and dressed in one go.

Drowning in the water, Zhao Xiangling sobered up once halfway through, and said in a low voice: "Ruiqing! ”

Li Ruiqing replied: "I'm here." ”

Hearing his voice, Zhao Xiangling was relieved, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Celadon and Qingsha looked at each other, and understood why Zuo Xiang insisted on refusing to leave this room. I don't know what kind of crime Your Majesty has suffered, and he actually got back like this.

By the time the two of them dealt with it, it was already half an hour later, and Celadon and Qingsha consciously withdrew, leaving the space to the two of them.

Li Ruiqing did not stop it, but sat next to Zhao Xiangling and gently held her hand.

Still no temperature, a little cold.

Li Ruiqing's temperature also cooled down a little bit.

He sat with him for a long time, until the sun set in the west, and the sky was dyed with a blood-red glow.

Zhao Xiangling still didn't wake up.

Li Ruiqing looked for her for three days without closing her eyes, and she was also tormented by not closing her eyes for three days. Now that the dust has settled, it is the most lazy time. It's just that some people are still quietly moving in the shadows, waiting for the best time.

Wang fu. Wang San sat on a black walnut recliner, holding a cup of tea, quietly flipping through the file in front of him.

Taking a sip of tea, he leisurely wrote down his opinions on the dossier.

Someone was in a hurry outside, Wang San frowned slightly, and looked up at the little guy who didn't understand the rules.

"You are"

"Master, master, it's not good!" The little guy tripped over the threshold in front of the door, and came in crying: "Seventh Young Master, Seventh Master has an accident!" ”

For such a scene, Wang San was not surprised. His seventh grandson's favorite thing is to cause trouble for him.

His leg is just right, and what kind of moth has he provoked for himself?

"Say it slowly, what's the hurry." Wang San said lightly, slowly putting down the tea in his hand.

"Seventh Young Master, Seventh Young Master, he" The little guy slapped himself and cried loudly, "He's not good!" ”

Wang San's head suddenly buzzed, and he stood up with his chair arm: "What did you say?" ”

The porcelain cup overturned, poured a hot tea and quickly cooled, just like Wang San's heart suddenly cooled.

"Quick, take me to see it!" Wang Sanpingsu's trembling steps actually became steady at this moment, he took a deep breath and walked towards the courtyard.

The silver thread seemed to be a little paler under the remnant sun.

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