Emperor of the Dynasty + Spoiler

The palace lady Tangtang also rushed over. As soon as she came, she saw Murong Yan lying in a pool of blood, and Yan Wuwei was hugging her and covering her wound. Tangtang was really panicked, but no matter how panicked she was, she knew what happened now. What is the situation, Yan Wuwei's appearance is not far from collapse, she dare not step forward to pull Yan Wuwei away, but just stepped forward and knelt on the ground and called: "Your Majesty? Your Majesty!"

Naturally, no one answered her.

Tangtang forced herself to calm down, now was not the time to panic, she knelt down to salute Yan Wuwei, and said loudly, trying to bring back Yan Wuwei's rationality:

"Master Xiangguo! Xiangguo! Calm down, what the king needs right now is an imperial physician, look for an imperial physician, Lord Xiangguo!"

Tangtang's words finally reminded Yan Wuwei, Yan Wuwei raised his head, Tangtang was right, she needs to calm down, what Xuan Shi needs most right now is the imperial physician, yes, the imperial physician, as long as the imperial physician comes Xuan The world is saved...

"Call the imperial physician! Quickly, find the imperial physician!" Yan Wuwei said to Tangtang.

After receiving the order, Tangtang immediately shouted to the chaotic crowd: "Your Majesty was assassinated, pass on the imperial physician! Pass on the imperial physician! Come on, get the imperial physician immediately!!!"

Perhaps it was Tangtang's shout that pulled back Yan Wuwei's few rational minds, and she finally realized that she was still in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, with all the officials watching from below, and she was panic-stricken without the courtesy of a courtier. The appearance is really too rude, how many officials can wait for her to make mistakes.

She understood the truth, but even so, she couldn't bear to let go of Murong Yan for a moment.

This is her wife, and she can't let her go.

Thinking of this, Yan Wuwei picked up Murong Xi in full view, and glanced at His Highness, seeing Murong Xi and Gu Ming who were anxious and worried at the front of the crowd, she called Murong Xi's name, she remembered that Murong Xi knew a little Medical:

"Your Highness Qinghe!"

Murong Xi came to his senses in an instant, lifted his skirt and walked forward quickly, "Xiangguo."

Unable to control so much, Murong Xi stretched out his hand to feel Murong Yan's pulse. After touching her, he was slightly relieved, and said to Yan Wuwei:

"Your Majesty still has a pulse."

There was a flash of ecstasy on Yan Wuwei's face, and if there is still a pulse, then there is still help!

She immediately said:

"Save her!"

Murong Xi looked around, shook his head, and said to Yan Wuwei quickly, "It's not good here, there are too many people and it's too chaotic."

"Then go to the apse!"

Saying this, Yan Wuwei turned around and walked towards the apse with Murong Xun in his arms, and Murong Xi followed. When he arrived at the apse, Yan Wuwei carefully placed Murong Xun on the soft bed, and Murong Xi came over with a soft cloth and The scissors are about to cut Murong Xun's clothes:

"There's too much bleeding, I can't stop it at all, medicine, yes, medicine! Where's the imperial doctor?" Murong Xi knew when he saw Murong's wound that Murong was really in danger this time. To put it lightly, she is not a professional doctor, and she has no medicine in hand, so she can't stop the wound on Murong Xun's chest at all.

Just as he was talking, the imperial physicians finally came late, and before they entered the apse, before they had time to salute, they were stared at by Yan Wuwei viciously, with a rare stern tone:

"Save people!!!"

The imperial physicians who have lived in the palace for many years have never seen how rude Yan Wuwei was, they were so frightened that they almost crawled to the soft bed where Murong Xun was lying, seeing Murong Xun's injuries were not well His face turned pale with fright, and the imperial physicians did not dare to be negligent. This is the king, the king of a country. With Yan Wuwei's reaction just now, they can fully believe that if there is really something wrong with the king, then Yan Wuwei is right. To drag them to be buried together!

The imperial physician has been busy for more than an hour, and finally managed to stabilize Murong Xun's condition.

"The bleeding stopped. Fortunately, the sword didn't hurt the vitals, but the king is weak and congenitally deficient... I'm afraid, I'm afraid that the king will get a fever at night and the wound will be infected." The imperial physicians When they reported the situation to Yan Wuwei, they couldn’t speak clearly. The king was ruled by them. If something happened, they would never see the sun tomorrow, but the assassin clearly wanted to take the king’s life. , that sword did not stab the heart, but it actually stabbed the body. The ten fingers are connected to the heart, not to mention that the stabbed place is so close to the heart. If...

"Before the king wakes up, none of you are allowed to leave, just guard here." Yan Wuwei said coldly to the imperial physicians, then turned around and she said to Murong Xi who was beside her, "Your Highness, you know some medical skills. I will give it to you here."

Murong Xi naturally knew that the king was assassinated, and Yan Wuwei, as the prime minister of a country, still had a lot of things to do, so he nodded and assured Yan Wuwei: "Don't worry, Xiangguo, I will always stay here, and no one can come in." !"

After hearing Murong Xi's words, Yan Wuwei relaxed slightly. She entered the screen and looked at the pale Murong Yan who was still in a coma, leaned down and put her face against Murong Yan's forehead and whispered road:

"Xuan Shi good boy, I will go and seek justice for you as a wife."

"Be good, don't be afraid of anything."

"I will accompany you."

"...will accompany you."

When Yan Wuwei reappeared in front of everyone, she had already calmed down completely, but she only looked calm, her hair was still a little disheveled, and there was a gentle smile on her face, which was so gloomy and frightening.