The arrows used in hunting are uniformly distributed, and only the names are engraved on the arrows. On the arrow dug up from Nangong Li's body, it was engraved the name of the prince - Ye. It's just that this arrow was not shot by the prince, but by the third prince.

The third prince has no worries, and he is the only prince who has a good relationship with Nangong Li except for the ten princes. As for why there are prince's arrows in the quiver of the prince of Sanssouci, and why he shoots Nangong Li with arrows, these Ding Guoguo is unknown.

When the arrow was presented to the emperor, the prince was taken off the golden crown and pressed into the prison. Although the crown prince was not imprisoned, he was ordered not to step out of the prince's mansion until the matter was resolved.

That night, King Sanssouci hung his belt on the iron fence of his cell in the prison, and committed suicide in fear of sin.

After Nangong Li woke up the next day, she learned the news, and the wound that was broken and sutured on the spot, bleeding profusely, and fainted.

On the third day, a rumor spread in the streets and alleys of Dingcheng.

The prince set up a series of schemes, first killing the Nine Princes to frame King An Le, and then taking the opportunity of hunting to kill King An Le. In fact, King Sanssouci has always been the prince's person, and after the assassination of King Anle failed, he was killed by the prince.

The son died two and was injured once, the emperor couldn't stand such a stimulus, he couldn't afford to get sick, and the court and China were in chaos. The emperor ordained, and Prime Minister Wu Yongzhen temporarily took over the post of heaven to handle all affairs of the court and China.

Wu Yongzhen, the grandfather of the dead Nine Princes. The Wu family has been loyal to the Tianxiang royal family since three generations of their ancestors. Wu Yongzhen is the only civil official of their Wu family.

"Would you like some water?"

Nangong Li, who had been asleep for two days, finally opened her eyes and struggled to sit up. Ding Guoguo helped him lean against the head of the bed, turned around to bring the tea, and handed it to him.

Nangong Li reached out to take it, but couldn't grab it. Fortunately, Ding Guoguo didn't let go, she sighed and brought the tea bowl to his mouth.

"Still?"

Nangong Li nodded slightly.

Ding Guoguo poured another bowl and fed him half of it before he turned his face and stopped drinking.

"How many days have I been asleep?" Nangong Li asked her hoarsely.

"Two days." Ding Guoguo took a handkerchief and gently wiped away the water stains that had slipped from his lips. She could see that when he heard the news of King Sanssouci hanging himself, he was really sad, not pretending.

"It hurts!"

The hand holding the handkerchief was grabbed by him, and Ding Guoguo was unprepared and exhaled in pain.

"How did it hurt?" Nangong Ligai grabbed her wrist and didn't let her retract it. Untied the gauze wrapped around her hand, frowned and asked.

"It's nothing, it's just a flesh wound." Ding Guoguo struggled slightly, retracted his hand, and re-bandaged it.

"Would you like something to eat?" Tie the gauze with his teeth, and when he raised his eyes and saw him staring at her deeply, Ding Guoguo hurriedly put down his hand and avoided his eyes.

Nangong Li raised her hand and combed the messy hair on her forehead, and looked at her gently, "You go and call Fushun in." “

His cold fingers touched her forehead, and Ding Guoguo instinctively shrank and avoided it. She nodded, turned around and prepared to go out.

"Guoguo, thank you for your hard work."

Ding Guoguo paused, with his words, her hard work in the past few days was not in vain. She walked out of the inner room quickly, letting Fushun, who was guarding outside, in.

A waning moon, hanging alone in the sky, not a single star can be seen. The weather was surprisingly dry and cold, and snow should fall soon.

She went into the palace in the morning to check the emperor's pulse. The emperor is not actually sick, but he is just a little lazy. Illness was just an excuse for him to avoid the ministers and royalty who wanted to talk to him for advice.

"Guoguo, do you like Li'er?"

The emperor sent all the people, pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed, and asked her.

"I don't know." She was telling the truth. She used to like Nangong Li, and later she complained about him. But after experiencing life and death together, she was no longer angry with him.

The emperor smiled slightly, and asked a different question, "Then do you hate Li'er?" “

"Don't hate it."

"Then if I let you be the princess of Anle, would you be willing?"

"I don't want to!" She categorically refused without thinking about it.

The Emperor gently stroked her hair lovingly, and sighed, "I understand, you can go." “

Perhaps she should have rejoiced, at least the Emperor had asked her wishes. On the way back, she wondered why the emperor asked her this. It's just that she can't figure it out when she thinks about it.

"Divine Doctor Ding, the master will let you in."

She leaned against the door in distraction, and Fushun came out and called her softly.

Ding Guoguo put away his troubled thoughts and entered the inner room. As soon as she entered, Fushun closed the door.

"Come here." Nangong Li lay on the bed sideways, smiling softly.

Ding Guoguo took a few steps forward and stopped two steps away from the bed.

As soon as Nangong Li's long arm stretched out, he grabbed her sleeve, but because of this action, the wound was also affected, and his brows were twisted in pain, but he didn't let go.

Ding Guoguo didn't dare to struggle, so he could only follow him and sit down on the edge of the bed.

"Let me hold it for a while, okay?" His eyes were full of tenderness, and his voice was so gentle that it was dripping.

Ding Guoguo looked at him and didn't move.

"Guoguo, please. Let me hold it for a while, okay? When he saw that she did not move, he did not make a sound. He was a little anxious, and he shook her arm slightly, and was coquettish.

Although he is now pale and so thin that his chin can poke people to death, a big man is coquettish, which is enough to make people feel funny. Ding Guoguo couldn't hold back and burst out laughing. She smiled and slowly lay down beside him, her strength not touching his wounds.

Nangong Li couldn't help laughing, the laughter shook the wound, and cold sweat broke out in pain. He didn't dare to laugh anymore, reached out and put his hand on her waist, and with a slight force, dragged her into his arms.

"Don't move, that's all." Ding Guoguo didn't dare to earn when he pulled, and when he let go, she moved outside. He was about to pull again, but she hurriedly shouted.

Nangong Li didn't pull her again, he raised his body slightly, endured the great pain, leaned over and leaned over her, clinging to her back, and wrapping his arms around her waist. He buried his face in her neck, rubbed it, and snorted, "You're so warm." “

"Mess with me again!" The stubble that had just popped out of his chin tickled her neck. Ding Guoguo moved uncomfortably and warned.

Nangong Li snorted and didn't move again.

It's so close, even if Ding Guoguo wants to ignore it, he can't. The scent of begonia flowers on his body stimulated her nerves. She almost forgot that Zoya had the same scent. She felt like she should push him away and jump out of bed immediately.

Nangong Li felt her move out, he opened his eyes and muttered, "What's wrong?" “

"It's okay, go to sleep." Forget it, anyway, she didn't want to do anything with him, what to do with all this! Ding Guoguo persuaded himself that he should pity him.

Nangong Li relaxed, tightened her arms, and fell asleep with peace of mind.

Ding Guoguo didn't sleep, she wanted to wait for him to fall asleep before leaving. But whenever she thought he was asleep and tried to take his arm away, he would wake up. After doing this several times, she died and fell into a deep sleep in his arms.