When he stopped talking, Shuxiu immediately said, "Crown Prince, take my lady and leave. Don't worry about us."
Huarong immediately stopped her, "What did you say? If we leave, we leave together. "
"My lady!" Shuxiu was about to cry, "Please leave. Don't worry about me."
"Are you stupid? If we leave, we leave together. I have never left my own people behind. " Huarong's tone was firm. She also knew that this was not the time to be stubborn. After she finished speaking, she said to Zhao Han-chul seriously, "You leave. Don't worry about us."
"My lady!"
"Shut up!" Huarong knew that she was not a saint, but she was not a coward who would leave her own people behind. Even if she had to die, she would not lose her conscience.
"Sigh, if it wasn't for … Forget it, I will risk my life to accompany you." Zhao Han-chul sighed.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh." A few more arrows were shot. Zhao Han-chul had to defend himself against the men and protect Huarong and Shuxiu at the same time. He was in a difficult situation.
Not long after, his arm was grazed by an arrow, and the wound immediately turned black. "It's poisonous!" Huarong was shocked.
Soon, Zhao Han-chul felt dizzy and could not even stand properly. He could only support himself and was instantly stabbed several times.
Huarong was very anxious and shouted, "Who sent you? How much money did that person give you? I will give you three times as much! "
The men were still unmoved and slowly surrounded them. Huarong immediately shouted again, "I will give you ten times as much! I will give you ten times as much for the four of us! "
However, it still did not work. It seemed that these people were not killing for money. They must have other motives!
Huarong took a few deep breaths and thought, could it be Zhao Han-chul's enemies? But he protected her just now. It would be unkind to push him out.
Soon, another possibility flashed in her mind. These people were coming for her? Just because she was liked by the Emperor?
It didn't make sense. The Emperor obviously wouldn't let her be a concubine. It wouldn't be a problem. She was just a princess …
Soon, Zhao Han-chul could no longer endure the poison. He knelt down on one knee. His hand was still holding the sword, but he could not swing it.
In the dark cave of Qilin Mountain, it was deathly silent. Suddenly, a pair of cold eyes opened in the darkness. "Something happened to her."
As he spoke, he had already appeared outside the cave. This place was located in the depths of the Qilin Mountain. It was a forbidden area that no one dared to enter.
Xi Shi took two steps forward, only to encounter an invisible barrier.
Something was wrong with the enchantment and the old divine doctor immediately appeared. "Why did you come out? The backlash on your body is too severe. Hurry up and go back into seclusion. "
"Something happened to her," Xi Shi said anxiously. "Open it!"
His words were concise and comprehensive. He was talking about the barrier.
The old divine doctor looked at him. "You really want to go? Even if I die from the backlash, I still have to go? "
"Open it!"
The old divine doctor knew that even if he didn't open the barrier, he would find a way to do so. At that time, he would be the one who would be hurt. Moreover … he had already cut off all contact with the outside world, but he could still sense that something had happened to that person. This was fate!
"Let's go." He sighed slightly.
The barrier opened and Xi Shi disappeared instantly.
Zhao Han-chul fell. Shuxiu used her body to block a few arrows for Huarong. Now, she was the only one left holding Zhao Han-chul's sword in her hand. She stepped back step by step.
"Well … are you really not going to consider twenty times the price? Thirty times? "
However, this group of people seemed to know that bad people died from talking too much. They ignored Huarong.
"Kill!" One of the big men said. He had a long scar on his face. Even if his voice was not loud, it could still scare people half to death.
Huarong closed her eyes and stopped moving as if she had accepted her fate. Die, die. She would be a hero again in eighteen years!
She waited for a long time, but there was no knife or pain. Instead, she was greeted with an embrace that smelled faintly of bamboo.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the ink-black scenery and the scenery that was rapidly retreating.
"Xi Shi …" she called softly.
"Yes." His answer was neither soft nor heavy, but it gave her a sense of security. It sounded sweet to her ears.
"You saved me again," Huarong said.
"Don't talk." Xi Shi put her down and began to treat her wounds. She had been stabbed several times and an arrow in her left shoulder. Her injuries were serious. Her whole body was covered in blood. It was her own blood, Zhao Han-chul's blood, Shuxiu's blood, and the enemy's blood. It was as if she had crawled out of a pool of blood.
She didn't know what medicine Xi Shi had used. The powder was cool when he sprinkled it on her wounds. It didn't hurt much after a while, but it was still a little itchy. It was the kind of itch that came with healing.
Hua Rong's gaze was fixed on Xishi, not letting go of any of his subtle expressions. In the end, he realized that Xishi's biggest expression was a slight frown. However, even a slight frown was extremely beautiful, as if he wasn't human.
Xi Shi felt that his gaze was so hot that he didn't dare to look up. He was afraid that if he looked up, he would be unable to extricate himself. He couldn't bear to leave, watch, or let others protect her.
"Xi Shi, why are you so nice to me?" Although they hadn't met much, Huarong felt that he might be nicer to her than the Gu family.
It didn't make sense, did it? But she felt so and was extremely determined.
Xi Shi's hand paused. "I'm a doctor. A doctor has a benevolent heart."
"You're lying." Huarong lowered his head and looked into his eyes.
The words "you're lying" made him flustered, and his fingertips moved a little harder. Huarong hissed in pain and quickly withdrew his hand. "Does it hurt a lot?"
"It doesn't hurt." Huarong shook his head. "By the way, Zhao Han-chul is still there. He's been poisoned. Xi Shi, go and take a look at him. Shuxiu and Zhu Liu are also injured. Go and take a look!"
Xi Shi became even colder when he heard this. He didn't move, and his hand movements were still gentle. "Are you very concerned about them?"
"They were injured because they were protecting me. Go and take a look!"
"Since you're so concerned about them, go and take a look yourself." Xi Shi's tone was calm, but his hand movements suddenly became heavier, indicating his displeasure at this time.
Huarong frowned slightly in pain and didn't say anything. However, Xi Shi still saw his pained expression and his movements became gentle again.
"Are you angry?" Huarong asked tentatively.
Xi Shi didn't answer and just focused on what he was doing.
"I can't just watch them die. Since you said that a doctor has a benevolent heart, can you help me?" After saying that, she smiled ingratiatingly.
Xi Shi treated the last wound. "The Gu family will come to you in a while."
After saying that, he jumped up and disappeared in front of Huarong. Huarong wanted to ask if he was going to save Zhao Han-chul, but he didn't have the chance.
Xi Shi soon returned to the Qilin Mountain. As soon as he landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood. He was on the verge of collapsing and would be blown away by the wind.
"Take this." The old magic doctor appeared to support him and poured a few pills from the porcelain bottle into his mouth. "The backlash in your body is reaching its limit. If this goes on, you won't be able to survive in this era. You have to return to Qiongcang, or you'll die here, and you'll die here very soon!"
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