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Zhao Jing really didn't dare imagine what kind of disaster would happen to Da Xia and her if Zhong Fu died. What was even more unimaginable was how painful would it be if that young man, who kept saying that he would take her away and back to the Phoenix City to eat and drink, were to suddenly disappear from this world? In her lifetime, she had been living a wandering life, yet when she met him by chance, she cared for him sincerely. That was the last thought Zhao Jing had left for strangers in his heart.

If this kindness was also erased, then the panic in her heart could be imagined.

"No matter what, I have to save him!" Zhao Jing stared at the motionless Zhong Fu on the bed, "We won't allow him to die, he is our best friend, we want him to live! "Alive!"

"Yes sir!" Xiao Yuan bowed.

But killing people is easy, but saving others is easier said than done. If the sword went through his chest, his life would be hanging by a thread. After being delayed for so long, the sword seemed to have been poisoned. But Zhong Fu was still a human, he could not have nine lives.

He had used up all his methods, and there was only one last sentence left, 'Let the heavens decide what they want!'

Being able to endure past tonight, until the sunrise and dawn, Zhong Fu's life could be considered saved. Otherwise … Only death awaited him. But now, Zhong Fu's body was burning with a high fever, he was completely unconscious, obviously he was not going to live much longer! It was just a self-consoling way of saying that one could not compete with the heavens!

The storm outside was still continuing, the mountains and rivers of Grand Xia were already swaying in the wind and rain.

Zhao Jing walked into the Warm Pavilion with worry, and the moment he entered, he smelled the fragrance of tea. Looking up, Dongfang Weiming was seated by the window, steadily holding a cup of tea, as though he was not in a hurry at all. That's right, this mountain and river did not belong to Dongfang Weiming after all, so it was normal for him to not be anxious. However, Zhao Jing was not feeling good, he had thought that since Dongfang Weiming had already controlled Zhong Fu, although he did not dare make a move on Zhong Fu, he would at least remember the relationship between Phoenix City, and would definitely protect Zhong Fu.

Who knew …

His efforts failed!

"Scared?" Dongfang Weiming said indifferently, he was still happily sipping his tea, "Even if you're anxious, it's useless. It's better to sit down and have a good rest. "The sky's falling, and there's still a tall man standing on it. Your majesty …"

"Uncle is so contented, does he have a solution?" Zhao Jing snorted, "Or could it be that, this matter was something that Uncle was happy to see do? Otherwise, with the skills and abilities of the Uncle, there would probably be no one who would be able to kill under his nose right? If Noble Heir were to die in the capital, what benefits would it bring to you? "

"Sit down!" Dongfang Weiming was still not angry.

The bigger the commotion, the calmer he was. The calmer he was, the more Zhao Jing found him unbearable. How could he be so complacent? How could he be so calm? Heh, the sky has collapsed and a tall one is standing on it? If the Phoenix City rebelled, who could resist it? The one who died in the end wasn't her?!

Zhao Jing sat down and laughed coldly, "Uncle can really sit!"

"If this humble subject gets angry too, does that mean the emperor is going to kick his ass? He couldn't keep thinking bad things, or else he would force himself into a dead end. Didn't the emperor already say so? Noble Heir dying in the capital is not good for this humble subject. Since there are no benefits to be had, why would this humble subject do such a useless thing to provoke disaster? Don't you know that Qi Yunshan is watching you from behind? " Dongfang Weiming stared at her with sunken eyes, "In the end, the Emperor is still too young!"

When he said that, Zhao Jing had already noticed the cold atmosphere.

Zhao Jing took a deep breath. She was not feeling well now that something had happened to Zhong Fu, so even if she were to speak, she would still feel the need to speak up. Reaching this point, Zhao Jing had already woken up from his stupor, and after looking at the cup in front of him with furrowed brows, he fell into deep thought.

"Why isn't the emperor saying anything?" Dongfang Weiming said in a cold voice.

Zhao Jing looked at him, "Uncle is right, we seem to have fallen into another's trap. After hearing Uncle's reminder, I seem to have understood something! If Zhong Fu wants to take action, then he need not wait until today. "

"Your majesty has been enlightened. This subject is comforted!" Dongfang Weiming said in a cold voice.

Zhao Jing's heart sank. Realizing that her words were not able to calm him down, he smiled and stood in front of Dongfang Weiming. "Uncle is angry?"

"How could this subject dare to be angry with Your Majesty? The Emperor was the pride of the heavens, and everything was right for the Emperor! If the Emperor feels that this matter has something to do with this humble subject, then this subject will have to bear it as well, right? " Dongfang Weiming did not look at her, in case he was tricked by this little girl. Every time she gave in, he could not do anything to her. The little girl's eyes were too clear. In the end, he was not a cold-hearted person. When you see something beautiful, you have to look at it more.

Zhao Jing curled his lips and sat beside him, "Actually, we have our own selfish motives as well. It's not all because of our identity as the Noble Heir. Uncle is also clear about the relationship between us, Zhong Fu.

"Relationship?" Dongfang Weiming grunted, "What does Your Majesty have to do with the Noble Heir? Meeting by chance didn't count, so where did this get to be related? This subject does not like the words of the Emperor. In the future, please be cautious and do not bring them up again! "

Zhao Jing raised his eyebrows, tilted his head and looked at him, "Why are you so unreasonable? When I was in Jiangbei with him, we could be considered friends in times of trouble. How can this be said to have nothing to do with each other? Uncle doesn't like it, we have to say it too. I recognize him as a friend of mine. No matter what happens, I will say the same thing. Uncle, whether you are happy or not, this is an indisputable fact. "

With the sudden turn of events, before Zhao Jing could regain his senses, his body was pressed down by someone. The sound of slightly angered breathing spread across her face. It was so hot that her mind went blank.

"Chi!" She gasped and reached out to touch the back of her head. Fortunately, the wound was not deep; luckily, she was still young. A young person's healing ability was naturally better.

Realizing that she was still wounded, the force that was suppressing her suddenly pulled away. Dongfang Weiming turned his body and laid down beside her. The two of them looked like they were lying on their backs as they stared at the ceiling.

"Uncle is angry because we did not listen to your words? With us having a friend, Uncle is no longer our only reliance. Therefore, Uncle feels that he is unable to control us, is it because of this? " Zhao Jing asked gently.

Dongfang Weiming asked himself, was it like this?

No!

Zhao Jing said, "Uncle doesn't need to worry, friendship is a different matter. I know that I am not worthy of being friends. A bird in a cage should not dream of flying freely when its wings are broken, so I sent Zhong Fu away while carrying Uncle. What I can't get, I hope everyone around me can have. We also hope that Uncle can be happy. "

What is happiness? It was something that the person on the tip of the blade did not deserve.

Dongfang Weiming had killed too many people, he should not be blessed, and he disdained to own them. When he looked down at her, she was under his armpit, looking up at him with a harmless smile.

Seeing that, Dongfang Weiming could only sigh, but in the end, he had no choice. "This subject knows what the emperor is thinking, it's just that the emperor has to be clear, there are some things that cannot be done. For Zhong Fu's matter, we'll just have to leave it to fate! " With that, Dongfang Weiming got up and walked out of the room.

Zhao Jing was still lying there motionlessly, resigned to his fate?

Wei Shuge rushed in, seeing that Zhao Jing was lying down, he anxiously helped her up, "The emperor is still injured, don't pull at the wound, if there is a scar, it won't be good!" She carefully checked the back of Zhao Jing's head to ensure that the wound hadn't split open before she finally relaxed.

Zhao Jing laughed coldly, "You want me to leave it up to fate? When he was young, he had no power and no power. He did not know what death was, so he had lost too much. Wasn't it laughable to make me resign myself to the fate of the heavens? "Since I am the pride of the heavens, I shall fight with the heavens and with others!"

"Your majesty?" Wei Shuge worried, "I'm afraid that Noble Heir is …"

Zhao Jing let out a long breath, "What else did Xiao Yuan say?"

"Imperial Physician Xiao said that Noble Heir's injury was fatal. Even though the sword is slightly off, the Heart Meridian is a person's foundation, so there is not much chance of it being injured here. Not to mention that the blade and sword were poisoned, he still did not know what kind of poison it was. It was just that this poison could make a person die from blood poisoning. Right now, Imperial Physician Xiao is trying his best to control the poison. If he is unable to quickly cure the poison, Noble Heir will definitely not be able to hold on through tonight! " Wei Shuge said in a low voice.

This was the truth, Zhong Fu was dead for sure!

"That may not be so!" Zhao Jing walked out with sunken eyes, "Where's Dongfang Weiming?"

"He probably went to discuss the countermeasures!" The Imperial Hospital is helpless, so it seems that this Regent knows that the Noble Heir is about to collapse, so … " Wei Shuge sighed and did not continue.

When Zhao Jing returned, he still had a breath left in him. The color of his lips had already gradually turned black, and his body had also started to become ice-cold.

Xiao Yuan kneeled on the ground. "Your Majesty, please forgive me. This subject …" This subject is truly powerless! "

"Imperial Physician Xiao!" Zhao Jing frowned, "If I can cure Noble Heir's poison, then does Noble Heir have a chance of survival?"

"You can say that!" Xiao Yuan said, "The lifeline is injured, but in the end, the lifeline is still intact. However, this poison … This humble subject does not know what kind of poison it is, nor do I dare to carelessly detoxify it.

Zhao Jing nodded, "Imperial Physician Xiao, you go out first! I want to talk to Noble Heir. Maybe it can help him develop some will to live. "

Although Xiao Yuan knew that this was an impossible matter, the moment the Emperor opened his mouth, it would be an imperial edict, so he naturally had to comply. Xiao Yuan bowed and respectfully left the room, waiting outside.

"Bring me a knife!" Zhao Jing said.

Wei Shuge was startled, "Your majesty, you are …."

"Hand it over!" Zhao Jing said coldly.

Wei Shuge naturally understood what Zhao Jing meant, but it was just a gamble, he did not have complete confidence. In the worst case scenario, it might even harm Zhao Jing himself. Therefore, Wei Shuge was very hesitant and did not agree with this idea.

"Shuge!" Zhao Jing looked at her, "You know that we already have no way out, if we do not try, then it will be too late. Shuge, bring the blade over, we need to give it a try! "

Wei Shuge pursed her lips, and finally handed over the dagger in her sleeve. "Your majesty, you have to be careful, don't try to be brave."

"I know!" Zhao Jing slashed down, and the blood from the center of his palm immediately gushed out, "Shuge, help me!"

Wei Shuge quickly pried open Zhong Fu's mouth, and Zhao Jing's blood continuously flowed into his mouth. In any case, he would still die anyway, so why not fight it out? If he was lucky enough to be able to take back Zhong Fu's life, it would mean that Da Xia Empire was not done yet!

Just because his energy was not yet exhausted, Zhao Jing had to use all of his strength, and put in even more effort than the others in order to obtain it.

"Your majesty?" Wei Shuge's heart jumped, "Your Majesty, it's enough! That's enough! "

Zhao Jing was originally injured, but at this moment, his complexion was even more unsightly, his hair was white, his lips were green, and his complexion was unsightly to the extreme.

Zhong Fu, nothing must happen to you! Live! Live!