"Taifu, the prince has had a hard time all these years, and he came back this time, not to fight with you for His Royal Highness, but to see His Highness for the last time.

In the heart of the childe, he has always been in love with His Royal Highness, if it wasn't for the Taifu, he would have been poisoned ......"

Speaking of this, Bang Yue stopped suddenly.

Feng Wuxi frowned, and said coldly: "If it wasn't for Taifu back then, Brother Cang would have died." ”

Bang Yue bit her lower lip and stared at Xiao Yingche coldly.

Feng Wuxi squatted down and reached out against Xiao Yingche's heart, using internal strength to ward off the cold for him.

When she heard that Cang Lanxing came back, she was happy in her heart.

But seeing Xiao Yingche's weak and fallen appearance, her heart was pinched.

She wants to save Canglan Xing, and she will not allow anyone to slander Xiao Yingche.

Wisps of internal force spread from the back of the heart, into the limbs, Xiao Yingche felt the warmth on his body, and after the dull pain in his heart was reduced, he said in a low voice: "It's okay, I'm fine." ”

Feng Wuxi saw that his thin lips had returned to their usual bloodless color, and breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Cang Lanxing, whose breath was getting weaker and weaker on the bed, and pursed her lips, "Brother Che, Liangshihuan, is it unsolved?" ”

Xiao Yingche coughed lightly, her jade-like voice was hoarse, but extremely firm, "I will save him." ”

As he spoke, he quickly pulled out the silver needle from Canglan Xing's body.

In the next second, the cold light flashed at the fingertips, and the silver needle hit the big acupoint in Canglan Xing's heart, but it did not pierce it.

Feng Wuxi's soft hand held Xiao Yingche's cold and thin wrist.

She took the silver needle from his hand and pursed her lips, "Brother Che, I'll come." ”

Xiao Yingche glanced at her in surprise, groaned, and nodded, "According to the acupuncture points I said, Shentan and Tianshu ......."

More than ten acupuncture points were reported in one breath, and Feng Wuxi dropped the silver needle almost the moment he spoke.

When the last stitch fell, Cang Lanxing's body trembled, and his breath gradually stabilized.

Feng Wuxi helped Xiao Yingche to stand up and instructed Li Quan, "Pass the sedan chair to send the Taifu to the dormitory to rest, and the palace will go over to see him later." ”

Li Quan stepped forward quickly, supported Xiao Yingche, and responded respectfully, "Yes." ”

Xiao Yingche frowned: "Your Highness......"

As soon as the words came out, she was interrupted by Feng Wuxi, she grabbed Xiao Yingche's sleeve and shook it gently, "Brother Che, accompany me for lunch, I dealt with political affairs for a day and starved to death......"

The elongated tail note, like a marshmallow drawing, is reluctant for any man to refuse.

Xiao Yingche's eyes fell on the green onion white fingers that grabbed her cuffs, looking at the little ink stained by her fingertips at some point, and nodded helplessly.

Bang Yue looked at Feng Wuxi's attachment to Xiao Yingche, her eyes were full of hideousness and hatred, and the ten fingers in her sleeves were deeply pinched into her palms.

For the sake of Feng Wuxi, Childe almost lost his life.

But Feng Wuxi, a slut, actually flirted with Xiao Yingche in front of his son's life!

Since she dared to lose her son, she wanted her to pay for it with her life!

Feng Wuxi personally sent Xiao Ying out of the Qingfeng Palace, watched him sit in a sedan chair, and then returned to the dormitory.

Bang Yue knelt in front of the bed, carefully wiping the dirty blood accidentally stained on Cang Lanxing's body.

Seeing that the black line returned to the Shentan acupoint, and the silver needle turned black, Feng Wuxi took out the silk handkerchief, carefully wrapped the silver needle, and took it off one by one.

"Bang Yue, when your son wakes up, give him the medicine immediately, and Bengong will come to see him tomorrow." Leaving a prescription, Feng Wuxi turned around and left, naturally missing the hatred in Bang Yue's eyes.

Ninglang Marquis Mansion.

Mo Feng looked at the letter in his hand and slowly hooked the corners of his mouth.

After a moment, he placed the letter paper on the candle flame and watched the letter be lit little by little, and his eyes gradually became gloomy.

"Someone!"

"My lord." A dark shadow appeared like a ghost.

Mo Feng sat in the chair, his face half-hidden in the dark, eerie.

"Tell him what he asked, Ben Hou agreed."

"Yes."