Anyway, the punchline was also poisoned, and Nangong Ling, the man, should follow her every inch to take care of her, and he had no intention of taking care of his sister.

Thinking of this, Feng Jiutian couldn't bear it.

That night, she changed into a black night gown with bamboo embroidered on the cuffs, and she stood on the city wall with a hat, and the wind blew the hem of her skirt.

This place happened to be able to see the Shengwang Mansion, and it was exactly what she expected.

Up and down the house, most of the subordinates were all guarding in front of the Ruyi Pavilion, and there were only a few people in Nangong Yue's residence, and the faint light showed her tragic situation.

Feng Jiutian didn't continue to hesitate, he didn't know what kind of poison it was, so he couldn't delay for a moment.

got up immediately, followed the road when he left, and quietly climbed over the wall and entered the Shengwang Mansion.

The surroundings were quiet, and Feng Jiutian looked a little clumsy when he walked because his hand and foot tendons had not completely recovered, but his speed was not slow.

In front of Nangong Yue's door, there was no one at the moment.

She didn't have time to think about it, she just wanted to detoxify Nangong Yue and leave this ghost place.

The wooden door creaked, and Feng Jiutian quickly entered the room, and when there was no sound outside, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Under the reflection of the night, a shadowy figure is revealed under the drapery.

Feng Jiutian quickly stepped forward, and his hand that pulled up the curtain paused in the air.

"Damn!" She cursed in a low voice, the special thing on this bed is actually a straw man.

Immediately, she quickly evacuated the room, but when she turned around, the courtyard became ablaze.

Countless torches lit up all around, as if to drown people in the sea of fire.

She knew she couldn't escape.

The sharp arrows pierced the black night sky, and under the light of the fire, dense arrows were reflected in Feng Jiu's clear eyes, flying towards him like rain.

She struggled to turn around, trying to hide behind the pillar.

But there was a piercing pain in her ankle, which made her lose her center of gravity.

Feng Jiu tilted his body and shook his body, thinking that he could stabilize it, but with the strength of the current wrist tendons, it was not enough to support the weight of his body.

A tingling sensation came from her chest, and a beautifully crafted arrow pierced half an inch into her chest without the slightest deviation.

Blood gurgled from the wound, and Feng Jiu fell to the ground, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, unable to move at all.

Her eyes were open, her gold-trimmed robe was dragging on the ground, her black boots were patterned with silver openwork hibiscus, and the man was walking towards her step by step.

"It's really unexpected, who do you want to kill when you come back this time?" Nangong Ling's eyes were disdainful, as if she was an ant that could be crushed to death at her feet.

Nangong Ling squatted down and pinched her chin as if she wanted to crush her bones.

"Do you think it's not enough to kill the people around this king, do you want to take this king's life?" Nangong Ling asked.

After a long time, Feng Jiu came back to his senses, and Nangong Ling also thought that he had poisoned these two people.

The voice fell, and there was a rush of footsteps.

"Report to the prince, it's someone from Dali Temple who is here, what should I do?" One of the guards said.

Feng Jiutian didn't expect that not only would he have to face this Nangong Ling, who was about to freeze with a cold face, but also a bunch of lawsuits!

She can't enter Dali Temple, and if she does, she really can't get out.

Before she could speak, the sound of the sword unsheathed was particularly piercing in the lonely night.

In the next second, Feng Jiutian noticed that a sharp and cold thing was against his major artery, and it was constantly exerting force, as if it could be pierced in the next second.

"Feng Jiutian, the day you poisoned, you should have thought that there would be today, both of them were tortured and miserable due to poisoning, and this king should have asked you to taste that half-dead taste."

"But you must die by my sword to avenge the two of them!"

After speaking, Nangong Ling swung his sword into the air.

Feng Jiutian closed his eyes, and seemed to hear the sound of the sword blade cutting through the air.

At the moment when the sword was about to fall, Feng Jiutian opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were sharp, and his clear voice echoed in the courtyard.

"Since this poison is under me, then King Sheng should know that only I can solve this poison, if you kill me, it will be equivalent to killing the two of them, and then the emperor will ...... Tsk, how do you explain that? ”

Feng Jiu's voice was languid, and he didn't seem to be frightened by the scene in front of him.

Half a sound, "Tell Fu Yin that the traitor has been stabbed by this king, and find a way to detoxify it, he can make a deal with the emperor." Nangong Ling retracted the sword into its sheath.

Feng Jiutian blinked, and the two maids quickly helped her up from the ground.

The next second, she knelt in front of Nangong Ling.

She clenched her back molars, but the pain on her body made her no longer have time to care about them.

"This king wants you to do what you say, if you can't detoxify, this king can still kill you." Nangong Ling's tone was murderous.

Feng Jiutian knew that he wasn't joking with herself, so naturally she also wanted to save people sincerely.

It's just that she only saves the people she wants to save.

Soon, she was arranged to Fengqi Courtyard.

The building of this Shengwang Mansion pays attention to a symmetrical beauty, this Fengqi Courtyard and Ruyi Pavilion are just symmetrical, and it is also the closest courtyard to Liuli Courtyard.

But everyone in the house knows that Princess Sheng not only did not die, but she was also caught and stuffed into Fengqi Courtyard when she came back.

But no matter what, there is already a rumor of Princess Sheng outside, and they don't treat Feng Jiutian as a princess.

Feng Jiu sat in the room, his face pale, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

A maid angrily threw some basic trauma medicine and gauze on the table, turned around and left.

She didn't expect anyone to help her pull the arrow out of her chest.

After cutting the clothes, Feng Jiutian held the gauze in one hand and broke the top half of the arrow with the other.

With only a slight movement, a large amount of blood oozed from the wound.

Half of the gauze was full of blood and was tossed aside by her.

Feng Jiu leaned his right hand and clenched it tightly, and quickly pulled out the arrow, feeling a pain in his heart.

Coupled with the excessive blood loss just now, she was dizzy for a while, which made her almost unconscious.

But if the bleeding couldn't be stopped in time, Feng Jiutian knew that he would definitely die.

These days, in addition to cultivating penicillin, she has also developed some wound medicine by herself, which is much more effective than these.

Soon, the blood from the wound coagulated, and Feng Jiutian breathed a sigh of relief after carefully bandaging the wound.

She slowly moved to the door, where there were many soldiers guarding the courtyard.

Even if she didn't, with her current injuries, she wouldn't be able to get out at all.

After waiting for a while, I didn't see Nangong Ling ordering someone to take him over.

She sat on the edge of her bed and waited until the next day, when the morning sun shone into her room.

Feng Jiutian sensed a warmth, and then woke up slowly.

"Princess, Zizhu woke you up." Zizhu bent his knees slightly.