Chapter 210

His face was close at hand, gentle and quiet.

His eyelashes are like black butterfly wings, dense and long. His eyes are so beautiful, dark and shining, like a pearl in the dark, reflecting her appearance, a little flustered, but pretending to be calm.

The body whirled in the air. It was easy for Xiao Qiao to react. She had fallen to the ground and was held in his arms.

The long sword stabbed again and was held by Mu Yian.

Yulian suddenly looked up and was facing Mu Yi'an's eyes. Those eyes were really cold. They were like a piece of cold ice without any light. They were like a black hole to suck people in. She was shocked in her heart and gave a meal.

Muian flew up and kicked her in the chest.

The jade lotus flew out upside down and fell to the ground, spewing out a mouthful of blood.

She tried to get up, but her body was in severe pain. She couldn't stand up anyway. On the contrary, she vomited blood again because she exerted too much force.

Chan bin was frightened and retreated two steps with a pale face.

Yi Zhen hid behind the tree and stared at Mu Yi'an's hand in horror. Because he had just held the sword, his hand was cut open. At this time, he was bleeding. Mu Yi'an seemed ignorant. He threw the long sword into the air, accurately grasped the handle and pointed to Yulian.

Yulian was afraid and shrank back.

The blood fell drop by drop along Mu Yian's palm and hit pieces of blood on the ground.

"Stand up."

As soon as Yulian's body shrinks, she subconsciously retreats back and stares at Mu Yi'an in horror.

"Mu Yian!"

Qian Yu came late. Looking around, she screamed in her heart.

Upon seeing Qian Yu, Chan bin hurriedly lost her whip and ran over: "Emperor..."

But before she ran to Qian Yu, a man came out behind Qian Yu. She took Qian Yu's hand and frowned at the crowd. "What's going on? How can it be like this?"

Chan's concubine steps and stares at Yun Jiao with a heavy face. She appears again. She can go anywhere.

"Beiwang seems to be hurt."

Qian Yu's eyes shrunk: "Mu Yi'an, put down the sword."

"She's going to kill my wife." Mu Yi'an said without changing his face.

"Yes, I am. No one can hurt your wife. Put down your sword first!"

"She beat my wife down the cliff."

"Your wife is in your arms. How can you fight down the cliff?"

"That's because I came in time, otherwise..." Mu Yi'an bit his teeth and stared at Yulian coldly: "don't worry, the emperor. I don't kill her. I only want her one arm."

"Ah?"

Yulian suddenly raised her head, got up and stepped back.

Mu Yi'an waved with his hand, and a sword spirit rushed straight at the jade lotus. The cold light flashed in front of her, and a cold light swept over her shoulder. The sword spirit was so fast that her arm fell to the ground that she didn't feel it.

"Lotus!"

Yuzhijiang called back Yulian's reason with a surprise. She screamed, covered her arm, fell to the ground and rolled: "ah..."

Qian Yu didn't expect Mu Yi'an to really do it. His eyes shrunk: "Mu Yi'an, you..."

Poof——

Mu Yi'an suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood. The bright red blood beads fell on the grass, and the grass on the ground lost its life in an instant.

"Muyian." Yi Xiaoqiao took a breath of air conditioning and hurriedly helped him sit down: "Mu Yian, how are you?"

She put her hands on his chest and felt her hands beating like drums.

Yi Xiaoqiao was very worried, but he didn't know what to do. A pile of drug names flashed in his head, but he found that he couldn't do anything.

"Mu Yi'an, Mu Yi'an..." tears fell down and hit him one by one on his face: "what should Mu Yi'an do? I can't save you. How can I save you..."

She regretted that she didn't study seriously when she was studying. She regretted that she was not as skilled as her father. She should study hard. She should know what to do. Her father was a doctor, her mother was a nurse, and she was also a doctor, but she didn't know what to do!

One hand held her hand hard.

"I'm fine." The bloody hand gently stroked her face and wiped away her tears, but why, no matter how he wiped it, Yi Xiaoqiao's face is still so dirty, so dirty, why can't it be clean.

"Don't cry, Little Joe." He wiped her face in a panic: "your face is so dirty that I can't clean it."

It's not dirty, it's his blood. How can he wipe it clean with his bloody hand!

"Find a doctor, find a doctor!" Yi Xiaoqiao looked back and saw them standing behind him, stunned and motionless. She was even more worried: "I beg you to find a doctor."

"Call the imperial doctor." Qian Yu waved and ordered, but his eyes couldn't leave Yi Xiaoqiao. His eyes seemed to grow on Yi Xiaoqiao.

He moved slowly and came to Yi Xiaoqiao step by step. He squatted down and lowered his eyes to check Mu Yian, but the rest of his eyes swept Yi Xiaoqiao's face.

The bright red blood on the snow-white skin remained on her side face, and the bright red palm print continued to her neck, like a blooming other shore flower.

"Don't worry, he's not dead, he just fainted." Qian Yu lowered her eyes and whispered that there was a touch of uncontrollable emotion in her voice. Is it her? Is it really her?

"Thank you, Emperor." Yi Xiaoqiao sobbed in a low voice, while caring was chaotic. At this moment, her head was in a mess. She really had no idea, and her head was blank.

Soon the bodyguard came and carried Mu Yian back.

After the royal doctor's diagnosis, he sighed a long sigh: "the prince was in poor health before, but now he is even worse."

"What's the matter? I think he vomited blood..." Qian Yu looked strange: "those flowers and plants seem to have withered."

The imperial doctor looked at Qian Yu in surprise: "is what the emperor said true?"

"They all saw it."

Yunjiao nodded silently aside, thinking of those withered flowers and plants, she still had a little diaphragm in her heart.

"It's poison. Someone wants to kill my husband!" Yi Xiaoqiao sat on the chair with his head down, lonely and helpless, like a rootless duckweed floating everywhere in the world.

"Are you a skeptic when you say so?" Asked Qian Yu.

Yi Xiaoqiao slowly raised his eyes. Although his eyes were painful, his face remained calm. She looked at Qian Yu for a moment and slowly shook his head: "No."

"Since there is no, why do you say so?"

"What kind of blood does the emperor think can wither the flowers and plants?"

Qian Yu was silent.

"Mrs. Joe, don't worry." The imperial doctor comforted and turned to salute Qian Yu: "please allow me to see the withered flowers and plants."

Qian Yu nodded slightly: "go."

The royal doctor respectfully saluted and slowly withdrew.

"The emperor, the emperor, ask the emperor to decide for the little girl. The little girl's arm is broken. How can she get married in the future!"

At this time, the cry of yuzhijiang came from outside. It was pitiful, sympathetic and... Boring.

Yi Xiaoqiao curled his lips and smiled coldly: "the Emperor just asked me if I had anyone to doubt, not before, but now I have."