The sharp tip of the knife had already sunk into Feng Mochen's chest, and blood gushed out instantly, and the friction sound of the knife piercing into the bones and blood made Wang Yuan who was present exclaim,

"Lord Wang!" He thought of the prince's side, but in the face of the entanglement of the man in black, he was helpless.

Blood oozed from the corners of Feng Mochen's mouth, the bright red blood stained Feng Mochen's plain white clothes red with the cold blade, every place where the blood flowed was like a mandosawa, bewitching and charming, the blood fell to the ground with a drop of his hanging arm, two drops, and continued to drip on the ground, there was a trace of decadence on his face, his eyes were a little loose because of excessive blood loss, he knelt on the ground on one knee, his body trembled and shook a little, and one hand was supported on the ground with difficulty, so that his body could still protect the woman in front of him, Feng Mochen's mouth snorted because of pain, The pale and weak face squeezed out a smile at Wanqing, who was slumped on the ground, and he was relieved to see that the woman in front of him was not injured.

"Why..."Wanqing's eyes widened, looking at Feng Mochen who was breathing weaker and weaker in disbelief, why did he do this, didn't he hate himself? Didn't he already have Helian Jinyan?

"Ben... This king... The woman... In addition to this king... Who also... Can't hurt her! Feng Mochen's voice was weak but domineering, his hands on the ground had begun to shake, and his graceful appearance became more and more blurred in his eyes.

The man in black didn't expect King Qi to rush out to block his knife, now the task was not completed, and he also broke into a big disaster, he pulled the knife out of Feng Mochen's chest with force in his hand, and there was a sound of rubbing bones, Feng Mochen closed his eyes, and his body lost consciousness, as the man in black pulled the knife out of his body, Feng Mochen rushed forward, Wanqing quickly straightened up, hugged the fallen Feng Mochen in his arms, and looked at the wound of the man in his arms was still gushing blood, Wanqing covered the wound with one hand, and his eyelashes were full of tears, a suppressed voice of pain like the wail of a wild beast,

The man in black took the knife that was still dripping blood, ran to the courtyard and put a finger in his mouth, a whistle broke the silence of the night, the man in black all broke away from the battle, and jumped on the roof at the same time, disappeared into the night, Mama Feng still wanted to chase, but when she heard the cry of the princess, she hurriedly entered the house, and saw Feng Mochen who fell in Wanqing's arms with a pale face, the wound was still bleeding, Wang Yuan quickly walked to Feng Mochen's side, his fingers clicked a few times on Feng Mochen's body, he wanted to pick Feng Mochen up, but found that Wanqing was holding Feng Mochen tightly，

"Princess, the prince needs to lie down." Wang Yuan's words seemed to make Wanqing sober up a little, raised his head, looked at Wang Yuan with teary eyes, Wang Yuan nodded, Wanqing let go of the hands holding Feng Mochen tightly, and sat on the ground weakly, Wang Yuan picked up Feng Mochen, put him on the bed, tore off Feng Mochen's clothes, exposed his wounds, and tore off a few pieces of cloth from his clothes, and carefully bandaged Feng Mochen's wounds, Mama Feng walked to the bed, put one hand on Feng Mochen's veins, and her face was solemn.

"Princess! Princess! Are you alright? Mo'er hurriedly ran from outside, it seemed that she was running too quickly, and when she saw Wanqing sitting on the ground, she gasped for breath, and suddenly she found that the princess was full of blood, and there was also it on the ground, so she ran over to check the princess's body,

"Are you hurt?" Mo'er anxiously inspected every part of Wanqing.

Wanqing's eyes were a little dull, there was no longer the aura of the past in her eyes, and when she heard Mo'er ask herself, Wanqing shook her head gently.

Mo'er checked all the parts, and the princess was not injured, but whose blood was it? Mo'er didn't seem to be right when she looked at the princess, she grew up with the princess, and the princess had never lost her mind like this.

"It's... Feng Mochen..."Wanqing slowly opened her mouth and said Feng Mochen's name,

"Lord Wang?" Mo'er gasped and exclaimed,

Wanqing nodded, the look on her face was a little overwhelmed, she must be a disaster star, no matter where she goes, people close to her will die tragically, the former Mu family, the current Qi Wangfu, Feng Mochen... Thinking of this, Wanqing looked at the blood on her hand now, separated from its owner's body, and there was no temperature.

"Princess, what's wrong with you?" Mo'er had just noticed that the princess was a little strange, and now she was even more worried when she saw her expression.

"I'm fine." Wanqing stood up slowly, her legs were weak and almost fell, Mo'er hurriedly held up Wanqing's arm, so that she didn't fall, Wanqing walked towards Feng Mochen on the bed, her steps were a little heavy.

Mo'er helped Wanqing to the bedside, Wang Yuan and Mama Feng gave Wanqing a place, looking at the two of them with heavy expressions, I'm afraid Feng Mochen's situation is not very optimistic, Wanqing sat on the edge of the bed, Feng Mochen's wound at this time has been bandaged by Wang Yuan, his frosty white thin lips are tightly closed, the blood at the corner of his mouth seems to be a little dry, her green jade fingers caressed Feng Mochen's angular face, this face is no longer as angry as before, Wanqing gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, looking at him, Wanqing's eyes didn't dare to blink, I'm afraid in the blink of an eye, he woke up.

"Princess, the doctor is here!" Mo'er helped Wanqing up, stood aside, and made way for the doctor.

The doctor who followed behind the next person hurriedly stepped forward, wanted to salute but was stopped by Wanqing, looked at the motionless prince on the bed, and hurriedly took out the pulse pillow and put it under the prince's wrist, and put one hand on the pulse of the prince.

Everyone in the room looked at the doctor, waiting for him to say the result of the pulse diagnosis, the doctor's face didn't seem to be very good, and everyone's hearts sank, I am afraid that the prince is more than lucky.

After a long time, I didn't see the doctor say anything, and my eyes were still closed.

After another cup of tea, the doctor put away the hand on Feng Mochen's wrist, shook his head, and put the pulse pillow into the medicine bag he brought with him.

"How?" Wanqing asked anxiously,

"Hey... The old man is incompetent... I'm afraid of the king's life..."The doctor said that he didn't say any more, but kept shaking his head,

"Doctor, please, save him!" Wanqing pulled the doctor who was about to leave, and pleaded,

"Hey, now the old man can only prescribe a prescription for you, whether you can live or not depends on the creation of the prince!" The doctor sighed, picked up the pen and handed the prescription to Wanqing, and instructed,

"One pair a day, there's only so much the old man can do." With that, he followed his subordinates and left.

"Mo'er, go grab the medicine! The sooner the better! Wanqing handed the prescription to Mo'er.

Mo'er took the prescription handed by Wanqing and nodded, turned around and left.

"Wang Yuan."

"In!" Wang Yuan had been staring at his prince, and when he heard the princess calling him, he hurriedly responded,

"You take the prince's token and go to the imperial doctor!" Wanqing didn't believe what the doctor said just now, and one more doctor would give her more hope.

"Yes!" Wang Yuan also left.

"Lord Wang......" A woman's cry came from the courtyard.