Emperor Nangong Junshang heard the sound of horses' hooves, couldn't help frowning, stopped, turned around and saw the prince Nangong Yu galloping over, and immediately scolded: "Yu'er, what kind of system!"

Nangong Yu hit his horse down, flew into the palace, stood firmly in front of the emperor Nangong Junjun, held the long sword in his hand, and immediately knelt down on one knee and said: "Father, forgive me, my son has to do it!"

After speaking, without waiting for Nangong Jun to speak, his knees left the ground, and a figure swayed, flying directly towards Nangong Lingxiao in the main hall.

"Eighth brother, I'm sorry, for the sake of Ling Zhu, I have to kill you!"

With a voice, the long tip of the sword had already hit Nangong Lingxiao's face.

Everyone present was stunned.

Nangong Ling took a step back neatly, only half a step away from Nangong Yu, and at the moment when the tip of the sword touched Nangong Lingxiao's eyebrows, the soft whip in his hand had already drawn a graceful arc.

Time stands still in this moment.

Shangguan Linghu's narrowed eyes shot out a cold light at this moment, she didn't know why she was doing this, she only felt that there was something surging outward in her injured heart, and she couldn't control it.

She opened her eyes wide, turned her head, straightened up, looked around, and found that everything around her was still, only she could move, and Nangong Lingxiao's rolling eyes, but she didn't have time to think about it.

Leaping from the noblewoman's arms, she held a needle filled with red liquid in her paws, and quickly pounced on the wrist of the man holding the sword.

The needle was pierced, and the red liquid was instantly injected into Nangong Yu's skin, and the needle was pulled out, and the needle tube was withdrawn, and the needle disappeared out of thin air.

Shangguan Linghu didn't know why she did this, but she did it unconsciously, and jumped back into the concubine's arms with neat movements.

Shangguan Linghu squinted her eyes and shrunk her claws, she was still curled up, like a cat, quiet and excessive.

A white light flashed.

"Hiss-" There was a painful cry, and the scalps of the people around him were numb.

The soft whip in Nangong Lingxie's hand had already wrapped around Nangong Yu's wrist, and with one force, Nangong Yu flew out along with the long sword.

Nangong Yu never thought that he would be entangled in a soft whip and fall heavily on the stone pillar in the main hall.

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A mouthful of blood spurted out, and then, Nangong Yu's body twitched violently, and he exhaled in pain, holding the wrist holding the sword with one hand.

"Ah——, my hand!" Eunuchs surrounded him. The flying sword also fell to the ground with the flight of his body, and coincidentally pierced in front of Nangong Jun's toes, deeply piercing the white carpet, sinking into the wooden ground, and only one inch away from piercing the tips of Nangong Jun's shoes.

"Bastard thing!" Nangong Junshang's face was pale, his heart was so shocked by the scene just now that his heart was about to jump out, but he didn't expect that the dignified prince would hurt people with a sword and almost cut off his own toes. This makes him embarrassed!

However, when his angry light looked at Nangong Yu, who was shrinking on the ground, the anger on his face changed to incredulity.

Nangong Yu's wrist was already swollen, and the skin was broken in the place where Nangong Lingxiao's golden silk soft whip was entangled just now, black blood seeped outward, and the white carpet was already stained with blood, and it was jet black.

At this moment, Nangong Yu was already in pain and almost had no strength, feeling that his internal organs were about to be burned, he didn't expect this, his martial arts were already among the best, but why did he feel a heart-piercing pain as soon as he exercised, the pain spread everywhere along his injured wrist, he didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly collected his work, but unfortunately it was late, and the pain instantly spread all over his body.

"Father, Ling Zhu is injured, I am here for Ling Zhu, please Father to save me-" Nangong Yu didn't know what to do at the moment, and a trace of black gas appeared on his handsome facial features, covering his domineering and handsome facial features.

Nangong Junshang's thick eyebrows frowned, and he glanced at the prince who was angry, but after all, he couldn't bear it, and invited the imperial doctor who followed him to check.

Imperial Physician Qin Yong stepped forward, checked Nangong Yu's wound, probed Nangong Yu's pulse, shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, Shu Weichen is incompetent, Prince, I'm afraid it's-"

Nangong Jun was slightly shocked: "Why? What poison?"

Qin Yong shook his head while tearing open Shangguan Yu's shirt, revealing Nangong Yu's heart, quickly took out a few silver needles from his arms, and laid a circular needle array on Shangguan Yu's chest, sealing several acupoints of Shangguan Yu, and then took out a porcelain bottle from the wide belt around his waist, poured out a thumb-sized pill and stuffed it into Shangguan Yu's mouth.

"Your Majesty, there are seven poisons, and there is no cure. Qin Yongshen locked his eyebrows, this poison appeared once sixteen years ago, but he couldn't dispense the antidote.

The Seven Poisons are a mixture of seven strange poisons: Acacia Seed, Grass Worm, Cobra King Poison, Broken Intestine Grass, Poisonous Scorpion (pronounced You), Fang Jellyfish, and Seven-Step Snake Venom.

The seven kinds of poisons mixed together will not make people die in a short time, but they will make the living life worse than death, and finally die a painful death!

"Hmm-check it for me!" Nangong Junshang gritted his teeth, held back his anger, and swept his gaze to the suspicious people around him.

"Father, the crown prince has an accident in the palace of the mother concubine, is it possible that you suspect the mother concubine and us?" A cold voice came from the back of Nangong Junshang.

Nangong Junshang slowly turned his head and met a pair of bloody eyes. Those eyes made his heart clench suddenly, he closed his eyes, turned his face away, and looked at Concubine Xiao who was sitting on the chaise longue.

"Xiao'er, will you?" Nangong Junshang's voice was sad.

Murong Xiao, who was sitting on the chaise longue, opened his pink lips slightly, snorted lightly, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, you really lifted me, what do I know as a blind man? ”

After speaking, the unfocused eyes looked at the little fox in her arms, the slender jade hand gently patted the soft and smooth hair, the little fox had a faint medicinal fragrance, it was the fragrance of the flowers on the other side, it was the taste she loved, and the corners of her lips hooked an elegant arc.

Nangong Jun is more than forty years old, with a short beard, the men of this dynasty have to have a short beard after marrying a wife, which is a symbol of status, and the emperor is no exception.

Nangong Junshang is tall, has a strong body that has been practicing martial arts all year round, unlike the emperor in the book who has fair skin, his skin is wheat color, with a yellow dragon robe and a flying dragon embroidered with gold and silver thread, the aura around him has increased a hundredfold, and when he heard Murong Xiao's words, his heart sank and sank.

It's been sixteen years, every time he comes, she is as cold as ice, she doesn't even want to look at him more, and she doesn't even want to say a few more words to him, but he just can't help but come to see her, even if he eats a closed door, he has to come to this Nanxiao Palace every day.

"Xiao'er, do you really want to do this?" Nangong Junshang was a little sad, looking at the ground curled up in a ball, approaching the prince who had lost his breath, his heart was like being pierced by ten thousand arrows.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid the crown prince won't be able to!" Qin Yong, the imperial physician who was guarding Nangong Yu's side, stood up and spread his hands helplessly.

Qin Yong is the first divine doctor of Nangong Kingdom, there is no disease that he can't cure and poison that can't be cured, if he says that he can't be saved, this person will not live for an hour.

Nangong Jun's eyebrows tightened, and he glanced at Nangong Ling, who was standing not far away and playing with the soft whip, and said, "Evil child, where is the antidote?"