In the silence of the night, there was a shrill knock on the door.

An Ruqing frowned suspiciously, stepped forward to the door, and was about to touch the door with both hands, when suddenly the door was slammed again.

She couldn't help but be startled and retreated again and again.

"This ......"

An Ruqing's willow eyebrows were furrowed, her little face was slightly pale, but her eyes were sharp and half-narrowed.

Wrong......

This is the palace, scaring people is knocking on the door, and they don't dare to use so hard, the only thing that can explain is that the person who comes is not good......

What An Ruqing could think of, Minghui, as a guard, also thought of it quickly, he quickly stood in front of An Ruqing, stretched out his prosthetic leg to protect An Ruqing behind him, and stared at the door with black eyes.

After a while, Minghui looked back and whispered: "Princess, don't make a noise, your subordinates go out and have a look!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a burst of bloody air suddenly came from the air.

An Ruqing closed her eyes and sucked hard, then suddenly opened her eyes, quickly pulled Minghui's sleeve, and frowned: "Something is wrong, there is a smell of blood in the air!" ”

As a healer, she has been dealing with all kinds of injuries and illnesses for many years, and the common thing in them is blood.

When Minghui heard this, he became more cautious, and his deep muscles tensed.

Although An Ruqing was startled by the knock on the door at first, she was never a timid person.

After the blood grew stronger, she was silent for a few seconds, and then walked briskly to the window of the room, intending to use the hidden position to see what was going on outside.

"Who are you?" A sound of surprise came from the courtyard.

Hearing the sound, An Ruqing's dark eyes narrowed slightly, withdrew the hand that had just touched the window, and after glancing at Minghui, the two pushed the room out together.

As soon as he came out, the first thing he saw was the butler who was screaming in terror, and there was a lantern at his feet that did not fall very much.

An Ruqing frowned and looked along the housekeeper's line of sight, only to see a man in black kneeling on the ground in the center of the courtyard.

"Princess! Don't go there! ”

When the housekeeper saw An Ruqing coming out, he came back to his senses slightly, and hurriedly stepped forward to protect An Ruqing's side.

Minghui sharply pulled out the soft sword at his waist and cautiously approached the man in black step by step.

An Ruqing stood behind the two, looking at the man in black with clear black eyes, and her eyes gradually fell on the arm of the man who was constantly dripping blood.

The man in black didn't know what else he had suffered, but he fainted and died in the palace.

An Ruqing is not the Holy Mother who everyone saves, and was about to ask Minghui to call the other guards, but when she accidentally caught a glimpse of the man in black with her eyes closed, the whole person froze in place.

When he came back to his senses, Minghui had already raised his sword to the man in black.

"Stop!"

An Ruqing screamed loudly in fright, trotted all the way to the side of the man in black, and under Minghui's nervous eyes, she quickly ripped off the face towel of the man in black.

"Lord Wang?"

Minghui and the housekeeper were shocked, they never thought that this man in black who came suddenly would be their own prince.

An Ruqing looked at Mo Nanchen with a pale face, her dark eyes showed nervousness and worry, she hurriedly raised her hand, "Quick!" Hurry up and help the palace into the room! ”

Minghui and the housekeeper joined forces, and the two carried the unconscious Mo Nanchen into the house.

The room was brightly lit, and it wasn't until the moment she stepped into the door that An Ruqing could see clearly that there were countless large and small openings on Mo Nanchen's body.

What seems to be the most serious place is the arm that is still bleeding.

Xiao Ying, who was next door, was woken up, and as soon as she entered the house, she was startled to see Mo Nanchen, who was bleeding nonstop.

"Xiao Ying, hurry up and bring my medicine box!"

An Ruqing turned around and saw someone coming, and hurriedly ordered loudly.

Looking back again, when his eyes fell on Mo Nanchen's face, there were tears in his clear eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that she saw his black eyelashes, if she wasn't familiar with Mo Nanchen's eyes, she was afraid that after Minghui dropped the sword, she wouldn't have recognized Mo Nanchen.

The housekeeper looked at Mo Nanchen worriedly on the side, his heart was terrified, and he couldn't help but look sad: "What's wrong with the prince?" Why are you wearing night clothes again, and you are injured again, isn't it an assassin from the house? ”

Hearing this, An Ruqing instantly raised her hand to wipe her tears.

She turned her head and looked at the housekeeper with a very serious expression: "You don't have to make a noise about this matter, you haven't seen and heard it." ”

After speaking, she glanced at Xiao Ying, who walked in with the medicine box, and hurriedly asked the two to leave to rest.

The housekeeper and Xiao Ying are both people who know how to read their eyes, neither of them said anything, and they nodded sensibly and left.

Suddenly only the unconscious Mo Nanchen and Minghui and An Ruqing who were worried on the side were left in the room.

"Princess, what do you want your subordinates to do?"

Minghui hurriedly opened the medicine box, looked at the pile of medicines inside, and couldn't help but raise his eyes and ask.

Hearing this, An Ruqing's eyes looked around, and soon her eyes locked on the scissors on the table, "You can help me use scissors to cut the prince's sleeve, and I'll help him stop the bleeding first." ”

The two worked together, but the moment the sleeves were untied, An Ruqing's tears that she couldn't stop quickly poured out again.

"Lord ......"

An Ruqing blinked her eyes full of tears, and the blurred tears made the bloody wounds she saw slightly change.

The arrow wound on Mo Nanchen's arm has turned black, and it looks like the arrow is poisonous, if this is not treated quickly, I am afraid that the toxin will spread in the body faster and faster.

An Ruqing looked at the wound, covered her lips in distress and sobbed, and tears fell one after another, like a kite with a broken string.

Seeing this, Minghui's hand with a prosthetic leg was slightly retracted, and his hands were clenched into fists, and his body was tense.

The atmosphere in the room was solemn, and when he saw this, he turned to leave, and when he came back, he had a basin of hot water.

"Princess, don't be sad, let's bandage the prince's wounds first, it's the most important thing." Minghui persuaded.

As the prince's guard, he naturally felt uncomfortable when he saw the prince injured, but the urgent thing at the moment was to bandage the prince.

Minghui knew this, An Ruqing, as a doctor, understood the consequences of not treating quickly.

She raised her hand and wiped her eyes vigorously, tears soaked on her sleeves, she just didn't see it, quickly soaked Bai Pa in hot water, and gently wiped the blood from Mo Nanchen's wound.

After all the viscous black blood was wiped away, she quickly pulled out the small pale green porcelain bottle from the medicine box.

The dark green medicine powder in the small porcelain bottle was the medicine she had studied specifically for sword injuries in the medical space before.

The effect of this powder is not much different from that of ancient gold sore medicine.

By the time the wound was thoroughly treated, it was half an hour later.

"Princess, you can rest for a while, and your subordinates will deal with these things."

Minghui said as he threw the blood-soaked bandage into the basin.

The prince was there tonight to pull Mo Nanqi off power, but now he came with an injury.

At the moment, they don't know the situation on Menanqi's side.

The matter of the injury of the natural prince is even more silent, and these used things should also be handled carefully.

An Ruqing lay on the edge of the bed, holding Mo Nanchen's hand.

When I got closer, I could smell the scent of medicine that was bandaging the wound.

The night was silent, An Ruqing couldn't help but feel sad again, and her round apricot eyes were red from crying.

If more men follow Mo Nanchen tonight, he will not necessarily return injured.

The night was thick, and in the blink of an eye, the hour had passed.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning shone into the room, and the dazzling light shone on Mo Nanchen's closed eyes.

Mo Nanchen's dark eyes trembled slightly, he slowly opened his eyes, and at a glance saw An Ruqing sleeping next to him.

Leng Yan An Ruqing, who used to pay attention to physical rest, at this moment, her face showed a strong tiredness, and there was still a little blue and black under her eyes.