Anyway, Wan Yu was poisoned. Nangong Ling, a man who should have been by her side to take care of her, had no intention of caring about his sister.

Thinking of this, Feng Jiuqing became even more heartbroken.

That night, she put on a black night gown with bamboo patterns embroidered on the cuffs. She put on a bamboo hat and stood on the city wall, the wind blowing her skirt.

This place happened to be able to see Prince Sheng's Mansion, and it was just as she expected.

Throughout the mansion, most of the servants were standing guard in front of the Ruyi Pavilion. There were only a few people at Nangong Yue's residence, and the weak lights showed her miserable condition.

Feng Jiuqing didn't hesitate any longer. She didn't know what the poison was, so she couldn't waste a moment.

He stood up immediately, followed the way he left, and quietly climbed over the wall and entered Prince Sheng's Mansion.

It was quiet all around. Feng Jiuqing's hands and hamstrings had not yet fully recovered from treatment, so she seemed a little clumsy when walking, but her speed was not slow.

There was no one in front of the door of Nangong Yue's room at this moment.

She didn't have time to think, she just wanted to detoxify Nangong Yue and leave this ghost place.

The wooden door made a creaking sound, and Feng Jiuqing quickly entered the room. When there was no sound outside, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Under the night light, a shadowy figure was revealed under the curtain.

Feng Jiuqing quickly stepped forward and held up the curtain with her hand in the air.

"Fuck!" She cursed in a low voice, the guy on the bed was actually a straw man.

Immediately, she hurriedly evacuated the room. When she turned around, she didn't know when the yard was filled with flames.

Countless torches lit up all around, as if people were drowning in a sea of ​​fire.

She knew she couldn't escape.

Sharp arrows pierced the black night sky. Under the light of the fire, Feng Jiuqing's clear eyes reflected the dense arrows, flying towards her like rain.

She turned around hard and tried to hide behind the pillar.

But there was a sharp and piercing pain in her ankle, which made her lose her center of gravity.

Feng Jiu tilted her body, thinking she could stabilize it, but it turned out that the current strength of her wrist muscles was simply not enough to support the weight of her body.

A stinging feeling came from her chest, and a beautifully crafted arrow penetrated half an inch into her chest without any deviation.

Blood gurgled out from the wound, and Feng Jiu fell to the ground, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, unable to move at all.

Her eyes were open, her gold-trimmed robe was dragging on the ground, and her black boots had silver hollow hibiscus patterns on them. The man was walking towards her step by step.

"It's really unexpected. Who do you want to kill when you come back this time?" Nangong Ling's eyes were disdainful, as if she was just an ant that could be easily crushed to death under her feet.

Nangong Ling knelt down and squeezed her chin as hard as if she was going to crush the bones.

"Do you think it's not enough to kill the people around me? Do you also want to take my life?" Nangong Ling asked.

Feng Jiuqing came to her senses after a while, and Nangong Ling also thought that she had poisoned the two of them.

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of rapid and orderly footsteps.

"I'm reporting to your lord, someone from Dali Temple is here, what should I do?" said a guard.

Feng Jiuqing didn't expect that not only would she have to face Nangong Ling, whose face was so cold that it was about to freeze, but she would also be involved in a bunch of lawsuits!

She couldn't enter Dali Temple. Once she went in, she really couldn't get out.

Before she could say anything, the sound of the sword being unsheathed was particularly harsh in this lonely night.

The next second, Feng Jiuqing noticed that a sharp and cold object was pressing against his aorta, and it was exerting force continuously, as if it could pierce it in the next second.

"Feng Jiuqing, on the day you poisoned them, you should have thought that today would happen. Both of them were tortured in agony due to the poisoning. I should have asked you to taste the feeling of being half-dead."

"But you must die by my sword to avenge them both!"

After saying that, Nangong Ling waved his sword into the air.

Feng Jiuqing closed her eyes and seemed to be able to hear the sound of the sword cutting through the air.

Just when the sword was about to fall, Feng Jiuqing opened her eyes suddenly, her eyes sharp, and her clear voice echoed in the yard.

"Since I was the one who inflicted this poison, Prince Sheng should know that only I can detoxify this poison. If you kill me, it will be equivalent to killing both of them. Then the emperor... tsk tsk, you

How to explain it?"

Feng Jiuqing's voice was lazy, and she didn't seem to be frightened by the scene in front of her.

After a while, he said, "Tell the governor that the traitor has been killed by my king, and he has found a way to detoxify him. He can go on business with the emperor." Nangong Ling put the sword back into its sheath.

Feng Jiuqing blinked, and the two maids quickly helped her up from the ground.

The next second, she was asked to kneel in front of Nangong Ling.

She clenched her back molars, but the pain on her body had left her no time to care about it.

"I hope you will keep your word. If you can't detoxify, I can still kill you." Nangong Ling's tone was murderous.

Feng Jiuqing knew that he was not joking with her, so naturally she also wanted to save people sincerely.

But she only saves the people she wants to save.

Soon, she was arranged to Fengqiyuan.

The architecture of Prince Sheng's Mansion pays attention to the beauty of symmetry. Fengqi Courtyard and Ruyi Pavilion are exactly symmetrical, and they are also the closest courtyard to Liuli Courtyard.

But everyone in the house knew that not only did Princess Sheng not die, she was caught and thrown into Fengqiyuan when she came back.

But no matter what, it was reported outside that Princess Sheng had passed away, so they no longer regarded Feng Jiuqing as the princess.

Feng Jiuqing was sitting in the room, her face pale, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

A maid threw some basic wound medicine and gauze on the table angrily, turned around and left.

She didn't expect anyone to help her pull out the arrow from her chest.

After cutting the clothes, Feng Jiuqing held the gauze in one hand and broke off the upper part of the arrow with the other hand.

After just a slight movement, a large amount of blood oozed from the wound.

Half of the gauze was soaked with blood and she threw it aside.

Feng Jiuqing held her right hand tightly and quickly pulled out the arrow, feeling a pain in her heart.

Coupled with the excessive blood loss just now, she felt dizzy and almost lost consciousness.

But if the bleeding could not be stopped in time, Feng Jiuqing knew that she would definitely die.

During these days outside, in addition to cultivating penicillin, she also developed some wound medicines of her own, which were much more effective than these.

Soon, the blood from the wound solidified, and Feng Jiuqing breathed a sigh of relief after bandaging the wound carefully.

She slowly moved to the door. There were many soldiers guarding the yard outside.

Even if she didn't, with her current injury, she wouldn't be able to get out at all.

After waiting for a while, Nangong Ling didn't see Nangong Ling ordering someone to take him there.

She sat by the bed and waited until the next day, when the warm early morning sunlight shone into the room.

Feng Jiuqing noticed a sense of warmth and then slowly woke up.
Chapter completed!