The corner of Ling Chen's mouth also oozes blood, and he seems to have exhausted all his strength and can hardly stand.

With tears in his eyes, Wang Rui wanted to walk to Wen Heng. He clenched his fists and stood still.

"Why are you doing this? Why don't you avoid it?" Qingyun asked him in a low voice.

He held her in his arms: "You used to block the knife for me, and I also block the knife for you today."

"You let me go, let me look at the wound," Qing Yun felt very disturbed in her heart, and the smile on Wen Heng's face was too weird.

He put his hand on her back with some strength, "Qing Yun, I sometimes really think you are Lan Ling. For example, just now, the way you looked at me was exactly the same as Lan Ling, only Lan Ling would look at me like that. So distressed, so sad, so helpless..."

Qingyun cried and hugged him: "Stop talking." She saw his injured place slowly turning green, and she knew that the dagger was poisonous.

She held the place where Ling Chen was injured, Bai Shaoting came over and sealed the acupuncture points for him, "Quickly, go to Wangyou Palace on your back!" Qing Yun ordered.

Gu Fan immediately carried the emperor on his back and ran to Wangshou Palace.

Wangshou Palace is very close to Shufang Palace. Gu Fan listened to Qingyun for some reason.

Han Zhitao had already ran to the door of Wangyou Palace and knocked on the door. The attendant of Wangyou Palace hurriedly opened the door. Qingyun said to Xiaoan, "Take out the queen's medicine box!"

Xiao An immediately ran to the inner room to search.

Gu Fan put the emperor on the bed of Wangshou Palace, Qingyun saw that Xiao An hadn't come out, and walked into the inner room a few steps, and took out the medicine box from the cabinet inside.

Ling Chen was already in a coma.

"Go to Linhua Hall and ask Lixia to come over!" Qingyun ordered a small servant.

"I'm going!" Gu Fan said and ran out.

Qing Yun opened the medicine box, took out the Bi knife, opened Ling Chen's clothes, and exposed the wound. The dagger didn't hurt to the point, but he was poisoned. The knife was very deep and it was difficult to clean the poison.

The doctor has arrived.

The imperial doctor stretched out his hand to get the pulse, he frowned and trembled.

"My lord, the emperor's poison is already..."

"Just say if it can be cured!" Rui Wang interrupted him sharply.

The imperial doctor knelt to the ground, and several other imperial doctors took the pulse and tremblingly put an antidote into the emperor's mouth.

Qingyun looked at the emperor's wound and probed around with his hands. She stepped forward and, in the exclamation of the crowd, made a bigger cut with a green knife.

King Rui’s sword rested on Qingyun’s neck: “Bold, why did you enlarge the wound of the emperor?”

Qingyun pushed the sword away with his hand, "Master, I am saving him! These are all skin injuries, not at all. You ask the doctor, his poison is too deep, and if you delay it, it really won't be saved!"

Bai Shaoting said: "Master, I believe her, the emperor is really poisoned!"

King Rui took away the sword.

Qing Yun squeezed out the black liquid from Ling Chen's wound with his hand, and scraped off the dark flesh with a bi knife, and everyone watching was sweating.

Lixia ran in with Gu Fan.

Qingyun looked at her: "Lixia, Lan Ling has a small black jar, where did you put it? Find out the medicine inside!"

Lixia looked at her suspiciously, and immediately entered the inner room, took out a small sandalwood box, and took out a small black jar from the inside.

Qing Yun took it over and opened the stopper. From there, some white liquid dripped slowly into Ling Chen's wound.

Huo Jingyun sat there quietly, his brows frowned slightly, everyone else was looking at the emperor, but Huo Jingyun kept staring at Qingyun.

Qingyun took the anti-inflammatory and hemostatic medicine from the medicine box of the imperial physician and covered it with gauze.

King Rui cautiously asked Qingyun: "How is it, is my emperor brother okay?"

Qingyun said: "If nothing happens, it will be fine."

"What accident will happen?" Rui Wang asked.

"It's hard to say. Just don't get hot." Qingyun asked Lixia to pour hot water and wipe the blood off the emperor's face and hands.

King Rui, Han Zhitao, Bai Shaoting and Gu Fan looked at each other.

They all have the same questions.

Qing Yun's medical skills turned out to be so superb, and what surprised them even more was that the way Qing Yun had treated Ling Chen just now was exactly the same as Lan Ling.

She even knew Lan Ling's medicine.

Lixia came over: "That bottle of Qingsan, is the queen's homemade antidote. Only I know, how did you know?"

Qingyun only stared at her. "Lixia, mix white wine with wormwood and boil it, hurry up."

Lixia had tears in her eyes. This recipe was Lan Ling's own method to reduce fever.

"You are, are you sent by the young lady to see me..."

Qingyun shook her hand: "I have said long ago, I am who you think I am."

Everyone was even more shocked.

Ling Chen was in a daze, carrying a sword on his own, riding a dark horse, rushing forward, rushing forward like crazy. He rushed to the execution ground. There, it was the woman he was looking for to beheaded, and was sentenced to heart-cutting.

When he rushed in, he heard someone yelling: "King An is here! King An is here! Go and report to the emperor."

Layers of guards stopped him, and he couldn't get in even desperately.

Later, they seemed to have received some order, and the guards in the field did not stop him, and even deliberately let him in.

He entered the practice field and saw the emperor from a distance. The emperor was Ling Feng, and Ling Feng and his queen Lanyu were standing there.

The woman he was trying to save was in the prison car, in the cold winter, with only white tents on her body, her ruined coat exposed, her face pale and her eyes clear. Blood dripped from the ankle.

Ling Chen felt terrified.

He has been looking for this woman for a long time, and today he suddenly realized that this woman is the concubine Lan Ling who was sentenced to heart-cutting by Ling Feng!

Lan Ling, how could she be Ling Feng's concubine? She should be his Ling Chen's woman, the woman he has been looking for, his woman.

Notices were plastered everywhere in Ling Feng. He knew that Ling Feng's goal was himself. He arranged his own escape route and rushed into the execution ground without hesitation.

When he rushed in, she was almost frozen, her body was still dripping blood, very embarrassed. He took off his black cloak and stuffed it in the prison wagon, and he saw her gratifying smile.

Ling Feng ordered the arrows to be released, and the rain of arrows rushed towards him. He watched her being tied to the pillar, and he saw the executioner tore her coat to reveal her white body, his anger attacked his heart, and the blood in his chest charged up.

He watched the executioner raise the thin knife in his hand. He screamed, but there were more and more people and more and more arrows. He looked at her being gouged, and looked at her with a big knife and cut it down to his face.

He was hooked by a climbing rope, hundreds of cows rushed into the crowd, and the guards in the field were in chaos.

He was rescued, and he was stabbed in the head and chest, and he was hit with eight arrows.

He has been in a coma, hearing someone calling himself in his ear, he feels cold all over, but sweat is raining on his back. He understood that this time, he was going to die.

Blue Ling, Blue Ling, Qingyun, Qingyun.

Suddenly different people appeared in my mind, but they were the same person.

Ling Chen aroused his spirit and woke up.