Teng Yunfeng's injuries were very serious, unconscious, bleeding nonstop, and the darts had to be taken out immediately, but the handle of the darts was very deep into the flesh, and the guards would only deal with skin injuries, this kind of serious injury, if it was not done well, it would be life-threatening, and everyone was helpless.

Huang Xing'er sat beside the bed and shed tears, Teng Yunfeng's injury was too serious, she had no idea for a while, and everyone was in a heavy mood.

"Second brother, the darts can't be taken out, the wound is still bleeding, Teng Gongzi is very dangerous, let's find a way. Ziwei stood by the bed and was anxious.

"Let's go up the mountain and ask Uncle Murong to heal him!" Huang Xing'er looked at Teng Yunfeng worriedly, Brother Feng was so seriously injured, he was not at ease with the doctor he invited casually.

"Well, immediately set up a stretcher and carry Teng Gongzi up to Dangui Mountain. King Xuan made a decisive decision.

Dangui Mountain, Murong Villa, is located in the mountains and valleys, the mountains of osmanthus flowers bloom around the immortal-like Murong Villa, the fragrance is overflowing, and the bees and butterflies are flying.

At this moment, in a courtyard full of osmanthus flowers, more than a dozen people gathered, and they were all waiting for the news that the owner of the village, Murong Qian, had taken darts for Teng Yunfeng.

There were only Murong Qian and Lin Xiao who operated on Teng Yunfeng, and an hour had passed, and the door of the room was still closed.

Ziwei stood anxiously under the laurel tree, and King Xuan silently accompanied her.

"Lord Wang, Lord Xin is back," a guard came to report.

"Wei'er, go back to your room and wait?" King Xuan was not at ease before leaving, and whispered to comfort her.

"No, I'm going to wait here, you have the country to deal with it in advance. Ziwei insisted on waiting here, Teng Yunfeng could even give up his life in order to save her, although he was very tired, he had to stay here.

Huang Xing'er stood by the door, sometimes anxiously looking at the wooden door, sometimes fiercely picking at the crape myrtle standing under the laurel tree, if Brother Feng had three long and two short, she would never let go of this culprit.

"Are you the princess?" Huang Xing'er glared at Ziwei with a cold face.

"You're Miss Huang Xing'er, right?" Ziwei hesitated to correct Huang Xing'er's name for herself, but seeing her bright apricot eyes blazing, it showed that she was extremely angry, if she made a lot of explanations from the princess and princess, this Huang Xing'er's expression might not have what it would become, alas, isn't it just a title, with the book in hand, what does it matter if you call the princess?

At this time, the door opened, Murong Qian stood at the door with a calm face, and Huang Xing'er hurriedly stepped forward.

"Uncle Murong, my cousin ......"

"The dart was removed, and the bleeding had stopped, but the dart had gone too deep and had already injured his internal organs, and it was not yet certain whether he would survive. Murong Qian's heavy tone made everyone worried.

Ziwei walked up to Murong Qian, bowed deeply with tears in her eyes, and begged, "Master Mu, I beg you to save him." ”

Teng Yunfeng was seriously injured because of herself, if he really couldn't survive, then she would blame herself for the rest of her life.