Chapter 584
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"Shizi Ye!" After finishing off the last assassin, Jiu Si sheathed his sword and immediately rushed back to Xiahou Qing's side to check on his injuries. Since the news of Xiahou Qing being poisoned had been made public yesterday, three waves of assassins had attacked in one night. The first two waves could only be considered small skirmishes. They didn't even touch the inner sect of the prince's manor and had already been cleaned up. After investigation, they were all spies that the enemy of the Northern Region had planted in the capital, so there was nothing to worry about. Only the third wave, which suddenly broke out between night and morning, was fierce. They had sent the most elite men of sacrifice.
Most of Xiahou Qing's shadow guards had been sent to Ning Shu's side. For a moment, these men of sacrifice had charged into the unknown hall and allowed an arrow to cut through Xiahou Qing's neck.
"Shizi Ye?"
Jiu Si frowned and called out twice before getting a response from Xiahou Qing. "What? Have the assassins been cleaned up? "
Jiu Si looked at his blood-soaked neck and couldn't stop his throat from choking. "Your ear …"
In the past, even if he was in front of thousands of soldiers and horses, Shizi Ye wouldn't let a single arrow near him. But when the arrow had been shot, he had clearly hesitated. It wasn't until the arrow had scraped the skin on his neck that he had barely dodged it. He didn't even feel the pain of his bleeding. This meant that not only his hearing, but even his sense of touch was slowly deteriorating.
Xiahou Qing reached out and touched the side of his neck. Only when he felt the smooth touch of his fingertips did he know that he was injured. He didn't care and took the white silk handkerchief that Jiu Si handed to him. He casually wiped it and threw it to the side. "No harm. It's just a small injury. Go and bring the medicine that Master Duan left behind before he left. "
Jiu Si and She Yan were both shocked. Jiu Si immediately tried to dissuade him, "Before Mr. Duan left, he specifically told me that although this medicine can forcefully amplify your hearing and touch, the consequence is that every time the poison acts up, the extreme pain you have to endure will be magnified by ten times or a hundred times. Not only that, this medicine itself is another kind of poison. After taking it, it will entangle with the plum blossom kiss. Not only will it not cancel each other out, but it will also accelerate the corrosion of your internal organs. Unless it is absolutely necessary, you must not take it out!"
Around them was a battlefield that hadn't been cleaned up yet. Pools of blood formed a river, completely destroying the elegance of the Unknown Hall. Xiahou Qing sat diagonally in front of the small table where Ning Shu used to copy as punishment. Bathing in the pale morning sun, half of his sky-blue unlined clothes had been soaked in blood. He was as beautiful as a fragile porcelain.
"You should be able to guess my current situation. I can't hear what you're saying clearly, but I can roughly guess that the medicine will only make me die faster. If I lose my sense of hearing and touch, then even if I'm alive, I'll just be a walking corpse. It won't make any difference whether I'm dead or alive. It is better to live a short life and stay awake. As for the pain, what is there to feel pity for in this rotten body? Bring the medicine. "
Jiu Si hesitated for a long time with a hoarse throat. Finally, he tremblingly took out the medicine bottle from his most treasured place and knelt on one knee in front of Xiahou Qing. "Heir … please drink."
Xiahou Qing raised his head and drank the tea. After sitting quietly for a moment, he let out a long breath. A bit of color visibly returned to his face. It was as if he had forcibly pulled half his body out of the gates of hell and regained a lot of life. However, only those close to him knew how this pitiful bit of life had been exchanged for by overdrafting his own life.
The numbing pain was finally recovered. Xiahou Qing shook his head and smiled. "Hiss, this arrow is indeed a little deep. Jiu Si, help me bandage the wound. Where did this group of assassins come from? "
She Yan dealt with the assassins' corpses and came in. "I just took off the assassins' masks. Most of them were men of sacrifice with scratches on their faces. I can't tell their true identities. But I know one of them. It is Qi Rui, the second butler of the Fourth Prince's Mansion. "
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