Are you in the Shura field today?

She has never been easy to calm down.

Probably because there is nothing, so I am ready to give up on myself at any time.

It was the same when he was taken away by the eldest prince to become a secret guard, and it was also the same when he was given the task of assassinating the eldest daughter of the emperor at any time.

It's just that at this moment when holding the sword, I still started to regret it belatedly.

... In this way, I am afraid that I will not be able to stay by Lang Yu's side anymore.

A dozen or so assassins were all cut down by the blade, and even the last assassin who ran away in a panic was knocked down by the thrown flying sword.

Both the enemy and the enemy suffered heavy losses, and the entire venue was filled with a suffocating smell of blood.

Wen Mingran glanced blankly at the Imperial Forest Army who raised his sword towards her again in front of him, it was a look that wanted to exclude dissidents.

But she didn't care about this group of guys that even Lang Yu didn't protect well, she just raised her sword expressionlessly and pushed aside the attendants who were blocking her, and walked towards Lang Yu who was bleeding and comatose in front of her.

"Put down the sword in your hand and stay away from Her Highness the Princess! Suspicious maid—" the leader of the guard snarled.

This sentence hit Wen Mingran's sore spot. Her hand holding the sword really shook, and then she smiled, but said without warmth: "Suspicious? If you say that about me, His Highness the Eldest Princess will blame me for waking up." your."

She made up her mind that even if she was lying, she would leave after seeing that Lang Yu was safe and sound.

"Hmph, I know you. You are the dancer at the princess's mansion. I have never heard of a dancer who can wield knives and guns."

"Besides," the chief guard stood in front of Wen Mingran and said sternly, "Besides, those assassins are clearly coming towards you. Such a target cannot stay with the emperor!"

"I..." Wen Mingran choked for a moment, and suddenly panicked.

She didn't know why, the group of assassins came running towards her suddenly, could it be that she really caused the trouble?

The chief guard saw her hesitation, and immediately distrusted her even more. He ordered a few guards to keep an eye on Wen Mingran, and then turned around to prepare for saving the eldest princess.

"Leader, do you know if there is a medical center near here?"

"Yes, little one, remember, this will lead the way for the adults—"

"Several of you go back and report this matter to Mr. Sun Wei..."

As soon as the arrangements were made, all the guards present moved up one after another, but Wen Mingran was pointed at with swords by several people and stood still.

"Cough..." One person helped Li Zuoqing who was in a coma, with a carefree posture, probably pressing on the wound, causing her to cough in pain.

"You guys!" Wen Mingran's eyes turned red anxiously, wishing to drive away these people and help Li Zuoqing by himself.

But as soon as she moved, the three guards who detained her immediately raised their swords and approached a few steps closer.

"Well!"

She heard Li Zuoqing's muffled grunt in pain again, the sound was like a heavy hammer hitting her heart, which made her almost shed tears from the pain.

"she……"

"Don't move!"

Wen Mingran ignored the guards in front of her, and said in a trembling voice: "She has three cuts on her left wrist, a sword wound in front of her body, and a wooden thorn wound three inches below her right shoulder. You should avoid these, and don't make it worse. Yu's injury..."

The chief guard looked back at her with an unpredictable expression, and then waved to let others pay attention to Wen Mingran's reminder.

At this time, Li Zuoqing, who was in a coma from blood loss, slowly opened his eyes, with a look of resentment still shining in his eyes.

She woke up purely from the pain, she couldn't hear anything in her ears, only the sound of blood beating, her brain was almost completely occupied by dizziness, at this time she happened to see Wen Mingran who was held by three white knives.

The other party looked at her worriedly and in panic, so Li Zuoqing called out her name curiously: "Mingran..."

But this sobriety only lasted for a moment. As soon as the words fell, she loosened her strength and fell into a coma completely.

"Bang!"

The moment Li Zuoqing looked at her, Wen Mingran let go of his hand, and the long sword fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Did Lang Yu see her holding a sword?

Why are you calling her name?

Why is her voice so weak?

Wen Mingran knew all the answers, but all these were insignificant compared with Lang Yu's death.

She dropped the sword, and walked forward with empty hands: "I have no weapons, you can deal with me as you like in the future, as long as I save her now."

Saying this sentence, she realized that she failed to complete the task, and she will lose completely because of who she loves.

Doctor Chen, who is in charge of a medical clinic in the border town of Lizhou, has never seen such a battle in his life.

More than a dozen officers and soldiers blocked the door of his small restaurant, which shocked his wife and daughter who were drying medicine at the door.

When he went out to check the situation, the gloomy expressions of the soldiers at the door made him almost wonder if he had cured someone and was sued to go to the yamen.

It wasn't until the platoon of officers and soldiers moved out of the way and carried out a man with an extraordinary appearance but was seriously injured, that he somewhat understood what this group of people meant.

"Doctor! Please treat my Highness quickly." A soft-faced woman grabbed his arm faster than the cold officer and soldier, begging him eagerly.

Doctor Chen nodded reflexively, and beckoned his wife and daughter to the hot medicine stove, "Send this lord in first!"

This Tianqian's injury is very serious, he lost a lot of blood, he might be gone soon, he is just a small business here, so he can't heal this kind of injury well.

Dr. Chen did not dare to tell the truth due to the gloomy faces of several officers and soldiers, and wanted to change Li Zuoqing's medicine with trembling hands, but he was stared at by several eyes from behind.

"Let me come, I am the wife of this lord." The weak woman just smiled at him, and then took the medicine and tourniquet in his hand.

Indeed, there was no one present who was more suitable to change the princess' dressing than Wen Mingran.

Hearing this, everyone retreated from the room.

"Don't die..." Wen Mingran untied Li Zuoqing's clothes, and wiped the edge of her wound with hot water and a handkerchief prepared by the bed. The normal skin is also covered with red marks that ooze blood.

She couldn't help touching the skin near Lang Yu's collarbone, the temperature was much lower than her fingers, she was so frightened that she lost all other thoughts, and gently covered Lang Yu with a quilt.

Then, Wen Mingran sat on the edge of the bed with a wry smile and looked at Li Zuoqing's pale face. Anyway, no one in the room saw her. She slowly relaxed. A drop hit the pillow next to Lang Yu's face.

If Lang Yu died, what should she do?

——This is the question she started to think about when she was first given the task by the First Prince.

The original vision is free and happy.

Li Zuoqing is dead, so Li Zuomu will not use her anymore, so that she can take her sister under surveillance away as agreed.

So she even looked forward to the moment when the eldest prince gave the assassination order at first.

But after giving the order to assassinate Lang Yu, what can she do after leaving the Princess Mansion?

"...Mingran seems to be full of kindness and lively, her dancing skills are superb, and her piano skills are a bit better than ordinary people's. Maybe she can be the master of the teaching workshop."

"You are good at craftsmanship, careful in doing things, and like small animals. Maybe the pastoral life of weaving and mulberry cultivation is also very suitable..."

What Li Zuoqing said to her before she fell into a coma played back in her mind over and over again, completely tearing open the outlet for her emotions, making her suffer from cramps and bones.

"Don't leave me, don't let me leave you..." She lightly stroked Li Zuoqing's face, felt the cold body temperature of the other party, and burst into tears: "If I become the master of Jiaofang, can I discuss dancing with you when I go home?" , if I become a weaver girl, the embroidery on the first piece of cloth must be embroidered in the style you like..."

She lowered her head, stroked the soft lips of the other party, and kissed him reverently, but her movements stopped in mid-air, because of the coldness on the side of the neck against the flesh.

"A little lower and I'll cut your neck off."

An extremely cold voice came from behind.

Wen Mingran immediately restrained his emotions, turned around in a little surprise and asked, "When did Xin Liangyuan arrive?"

The slender woman's sword moved against her neck impartially, and did not move a single bit when she moved.

Xin Fei looked at her with cold anger, and opened his mouth and said to her with the shape of his lips: "Get out."

"Why? As His Royal Highness Di Kun, isn't it his job to serve His Highness at this time?" Wen Mingran replied in a low voice.

"There's no need to pretend, I already know your true face," Xin Fei looked at her haughtily, "When Lang Yu wakes up, he will definitely not keep you by his side."

"Hehe," Wen Mingran chuckled as if hearing some joke, "So what about you?"

"—Why do you think Lang Yu can't forgive me, but can forgive you? When she finds out that you have failed her trust..."

The sword suddenly pressed close to her neck, cutting a thin wound.

So Wen Mingran laughed more wantonly.

She knew that Xin Fei was not a firm-willed person in this matter, not to mention that she had just been marked by Li Zuoqing, and she probably had more fear and heartache than herself.

But even if Li Zuoqing hates and blames her, she must first open her eyes properly.

Wen Mingran's gaze shifted back to Li Zuoqing.

"The matter has come to this, why do you still care about Lang Yu hypocritically?"

"I really hope she lives." Wen Mingran said in a low voice.

The two of them inadvertently reached a consensus that neither would want to leave, so they could only speak in a low voice.

"If she lives, you have to die." Xin Fei said this conclusion with certainty, unwilling to mediate with her anymore, so she put away her long sword and leaned close to Li Zuoqing.

At this time, the door of the ward was opened with a creak, and the reinforcements who arrived later gathered at the door, and the doctor with superb medical skills was pushed in.

"Doctor Meng, we must save the life of His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess." Then came the stern-faced Lord Sun Wei.

The emperor asked him to bring the eldest daughter back to the capital with all his might. Now Li Zuoqing was not only seriously injured but almost lost his life, it was already his dereliction of duty.

"Yes, yes! The old minister will definitely do his best." Dr. Meng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked forward with the medicine box.

After a while, he retreated and handed the prescription to the attendant: "Go and get this medicine first, three bowls of water, boil it over strong fire and then fry it with slow fire for two hours."

After finishing speaking, he was worried that the guards who only knew about brute force would not understand, so he warned again: "You must control the fire, if it burns, it will affect the efficacy of the medicine—"

"I'll go." A slender hand stretched out to hold the prescription, Xin Fei nodded to the guard and said, "I'm pretty good at it."

Rather, because he is good at manipulating internal forces, he can also do more meticulously in controlling the temperature of the flame.

The guards thought it was a trivial matter, and Xin Fei was also Li Zuoqing's nominal side concubine, so he gave her the prescription and went to help.

Not long after, light smoke rose from the courtyard outside the pharmacy.

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