It's day, evening.

The warm light of the dusk of the sunset falls on people, which makes people a little lazy.

The guards guarding the entrance of the tent, holding a gun in his hand, were napping with the barrel of the gun, and the chief who passed by gave each of them a kick, and reprimanded in a rough voice:

"Cheer up Lao Tzu! Careful people ran away, take you is asking! ”

Inside the tent, Jiang Yan slowly opened her eyes, feeling weak, she sat up with support, rubbed her temples, and was about to shout the green calyx, but found that the surrounding environment was wrong.

The furnishings here are simple, the green gauze tent is old, the depth is only a few steps, and even the ground is uneven.

Not the Regent's Tent.

At this time, a voice from outside came in:

"If you fall asleep every day and are unconscious, where can you run? The prince is also too careful. ”

"You kid! Looking for death, isn't it? ”

Coma?

She came to her senses in an instant: this was not the day she fell into the water.

If they have been in a coma for a long time, it is already past the eighth day of the fourth month, and the prince is still alive, which means that their plan has been revealed.

Jiang Yan's heart beat faster: I don't know what happened to the king?

She wanted to get out of bed, but found that her legs were difficult to move, and she seemed to touch something in her hand, so she picked it up and took a look—a golden needle!

"Jiang Peirong's golden needle?"

It seems that the coma is their ghost, and if it weren't for the unintentional slippage of the golden needle, he wouldn't have woken up.

Jiang Yan touched the lower half of his unconscious body with both hands, and never let go of an inch, finally found the location of the golden needle and pulled it out.

She fumbled, cautiously to the door of the tent.

The evening breeze passed through the mountains and forests, and when the two guards at the door saw Shi Chang leaving, they began to chat to kill their sleepiness.

“…… There are not ordinary people in the tent of Prince Huyan, I heard that it is the king of Nanchu. ”

"Nanchu Wang !!"

"Ouch! My God, be quiet. ”

"Isn't that a centurion? How did you become the king of Nanchu? You won't listen to what Old Man Liu said in the stove room, right? He didn't have a word of truth on his lips. ”

"What General Qi said when he chatted with General Li can't be wrong, but ah, he shouldn't live long."

"The prince is going to kill him?"

"The prince was not in a hurry to kill him, he was torn of his pants in public that night, a hundred boards, and the prince also asked the doctor to treat his injuries, who knew that he was poisonous, and drinking the decoction would aggravate the poison."

"How can such a thing happen?"

"His face was rotten, and Mrs. Shen went to take a look, and said that the viscera had also begun to rot, saying that in a few days, he would die of rotting in his stomach."

Outside the tent, the two were still chewing on the root of their tongues.

Jiang Yan's bent index finger was put in his mouth, and his teeth were bitten, trying to sober himself.

Those are the toxicities that come with the drugs used by Yi Rong, as long as you take the antidote in time, you will be fine.

The king has poisonous hair, thinking that Xuti Puyi has been poisoned.

The sun sank a little more, and the crows in the forest came, Jiang Yan walked to the window, let out a few bird calls, and then lay on the bed.

The guards at the door came in and looked at each other and went out, one complaining about the other.

"It's just a living dead, what's the movement? You're suspicious. ”

"The crow croaker has a chill on his back today, and it's always right to be more careful."

It was dark, and two crows were heard outside the window of the tent, and she felt a chill in her heart when she heard it:

There was no helper left in the battalion either.

Except for her, no one can save the king.

She walked to the window in the dark, lifted the curtain, and the raven put the purple long-necked flask in her mouth into the palm of her hand, and then flew away.

Jiang Yan uncorked the bottle, poured the pill into the palm of his hand, put it under his nose to confirm, and then put it back again.

Listening to the footsteps of the patrol outside, she deliberately overturned the stools in the tent, drawing the two guards in, and then knocked them unconscious, stripping them of their clothes.

She changed into the clothes of the guards, walked to Hu Yanyu's tent generously, and under the pretext of delivering medicine, she was caught off guard and shot at the two at the door, knocked the two unconscious, and searched for the key on her body.

"The king? King? ”

Jiang Yan opened the cell door and got into the cage, looking at Helian Jue's cloak and the dark blood stains on his prison uniform, he was distressed.

"These brutes, how dare they?"

She held the person in her arms and brushed her hair away, her face was mottled with blood clots, and she could no longer distinguish her original facial features.

"Flame ......"

Helian Jue's eyes narrowed, and his shaking hands struggled to lift and fall down.

"Let's ...... away"

His lips twitched, his voice was inaudible, and he couldn't hear the timbre at all.

"Don't be afraid, King, Yan'er will save you out."

Jiang Yan didn't dare to waste time, she poured the medicine in the bottle into the palm of her hand and put it to Helian Jue's mouth.

"Here's the antidote, you take it quickly, wait and change your clothes, you go all the way west, enter the mountain and hide in the cave."

She hurriedly put another set of guard clothes on Helian Jue's body, and said succinctly:

"Pu Yi is dead, the raven has been looking around, there are no more of us, now is the only chance to escape, the king, you have been going west, into the mountains to hide."

"I'll go back like this......"

Helian Jue shook his head, reached out and pinched the medicine on his lips into his palm, clenched his fist and put his hand in Jiang Yan's hand, "You eat it, run away." ”

In a hurry, people lose their basic vigilance, especially when dealing with people they trust.

Jiang Yan said with relief: "It's okay, the king's disfigurement is caused by medicine, as long as it is detoxified, go back and cover the noodles with boiled water from Jiuzhen vine, remove the mask little by little, and you can raise it back in the future." ”

"I'm too injured to do it......"

"Nope! No, it won't! Don't worry, I've told Raven to inform Hanya, and he'll be taking you back soon. ”

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Jiang Yan was moved by Helian Jue to keep the last chance to himself, "As long as you go back to the palace, everything will be fine!" The witch doctor will surely cure you! ”

"Yan'er will never be able to accompany you again."

Her tears were falling, and she wanted to make a parting kiss, and when she leaned down, Helian Jue raised her hand and turned a knife into a knife and slashed at her neck.

Jiang Yan fell like a leaf, and before he could touch Helian Jue, he was pushed away.

"Helian Jue" got up and walked out of the tent, and the two guards lying on the ground at the door, hearing the movement, got up and bowed.

"Congratulations to the prince."

The Big Tent.

Shen Yan took the antidote, boiled water in Jiuzhen vine, and covered the dough with a handkerchief.

Mo Chengying bathed and changed clothes, and personally took off the mask for her, and Shen Yuanyuan's mouth next to her opened wider and wider, waiting for her sister's face to appear in front of her.

Her big eyes blinked several times, and she couldn't believe it.

"Sister?!"

The sister she liked turned out to be a real sister, Shen Yuanyuan clapped her hands happily and jumped up, "It's my sister!" This is my sister! ”

Mo Chengying still wanted to kiss her, but Shen Yuanyuan threw herself into her arms first.

"Okay, Yuanyuan, come down quickly, let A-Niang take my sister's pulse."

Jiang Peirong took Shen Yuanyuan away, and put three fingers on Shen Yangui's wrist.

The masters and slaves in the tent waited with bated breath, and finally waited for her to finish her pulse, Mo Chengying couldn't wait to ask:

"How? Is medicine right? Can the poison be cleared? ”

Jiang Peirong pondered again and shook her head.

Mo Chengying seemed to have been hit by a stick at the moment, and his joy was suddenly swept away, and he asked nervously:

"The medicine is wrong?"

Jiang Peirong was still thinking on her face, but she still shook her head.

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