"My lord!"
Ye Qi was shocked and immediately rushed over to protect the two of them.
A man wearing a half-mask darted over, carrying a weapon resembling a crossbow. Behind the crossbow was a disc-shaped mechanism filled with dark, short arrows.
"Get out of my way!"
"Get out of here if you don't want to die!"
Ye Qi was about to arrest the person.
Jiang Qingwan said sternly, "Ye Qi, the arrow is poisoned. Let's go first."
Upon hearing that it was poisonous, Ye Qi lost all interest in capturing people and immediately protected them, quickly getting them out of the culvert.
Ye Shisan stood guard outside the carriage.
Seeing that something was wrong, it immediately landed on the ground from the shadows.
"What's wrong, my lord?"
"He was poisoned."
Ye Qi helped Mo Yunhan into the carriage.
"Thirteen, go and invite the military doctor to the mansion. Be careful not to let the news get out."
Jiang Qingwan said urgently, "It's too late, Ye Qi, cut off the arrow tail and pull it off directly from the arrowhead."
Ye Qi was stunned.
"Forcefully...pull it out?"
He had been to the battlefield with Mo Yunhan, and he had experienced injuries far more severe than this.
But that was many years ago.
"No need for him, I will do it myself."
Mo Yunhan leaned against the carriage, his handsome face ashen from blood loss. As he spoke, he adjusted his posture, raised his hand and broke off the arrow's fletching. Then, he concentrated his inner strength in his palm and slammed it against the broken end of the arrow.
The broken arrow, carrying flesh and blood, flew out and pierced the carriage floor behind it with a clang.
He groaned, raising his dark, ink-black eyes to look at Jiang Qingwan.
"Come in and stop the bleeding and bandage me."
Ye Qi hurriedly took out some wound medicine from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Qingwan.
"Madam Jiang, can you cure this poison?"
"Give it a try."
Jiang Qingwan climbed onto the car with a little effort and crawled into the carriage.
Night Seven and Night Thirteen exchanged a glance and then took up different positions to guard their surroundings.
Inside the quiet carriage.
The man's breathing was somewhat heavy.
His robes had been unfastened, revealing his strong upper body.
Blood continued to gush out, stained black by the poison, rolling down his chest and sliding down to his abdominal muscles.
Jiang Qingwan's face inexplicably felt hot.
Back in the Qilian Mountains, her fellow disciples often practiced martial arts shirtless, so she wasn't unfamiliar with men's bodies. But at this moment, her heart was beating a little fast.
She lowered her eyes and leaned closer, carefully sprinkling wound powder on the wound.
Feeling the man's tense body, she subconsciously blew on it gently.
After she finished blowing, she realized that the person in front of her was not a young boy like Qin Run. She felt embarrassed and quickly straightened up, placing her hand on the man's wrist.
She had learned pulse diagnosis from her senior brother, but she wasn't very proficient at it.
She felt that the pulse was chaotic, which was obviously as she had expected. The poison was extremely strong and had already invaded the internal organs. By the time she arrived at Huichuntang, she would probably be dead.
Mo Yunhan stared at her profile and asked blankly.
"You know medicine?"
"don't know."
Jiang Qingwan withdrew her hand and glanced at him.
"Don't worry, I can still help you even if I don't understand."
As she spoke, she took out several blank talisman papers from her purse. This time, she did not draw talismans in the air, but bit her fingertip and used her spiritual blood as a guide.
After the four talismans were drawn, they were distributed and pasted on the man's four limbs.
It transformed into a golden aura and instantly pierced into the man's body.
An indescribable feeling suddenly overwhelmed him, and Mo Yunhan couldn't help but groan softly.
His deep voice rolled down his throat, sexy and seductive.
Jiang Qingwan's heart pounded even harder as she listened.
"Shut up and bear it."
Mo Yunhan had endured even greater pain before, but the feeling he was experiencing now didn't feel like pain at all.
It felt as if a small, warm hand was constantly soothing all his meridians.
But he knew perfectly well that the little hand belonged to Jiang Qingwan.
The woman was sitting right next to him, exuding an alluring fragrance, and he could easily reach out and embrace her.
Gasping breaths and suppressed groans escaped from outside the carriage.
Night Seven and Night Thirteen retreated several steps further away, keeping their eyes down and pretending to be blind and deaf, unable to see or hear anything.
But they all had their doubts.
Isn't it for detoxification?
Could it be that it wasn't poison, but an aphrodisiac?
Jiang Qingwan couldn't listen to it anymore and raised her hand to cover the man's mouth.
Her little face was puffed up with anger, but the corners of her eyes were flushed.
"If you keep making noise, I'm not going to treat you anymore."
Mo Yunhan was covered in fine beads of sweat.
His temples were a little damp, and his dark eyes looked even more intense as he stared straight at her, as if he had a thousand words to say.
Jiang Qingwan felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze and glared back angrily, which made the man chuckle softly. His warm breath made her palms tremble, and she could only turn her face away in a panic, hoping that the time it takes for an incense stick to burn would pass quickly.
On the other side, Qin Minglang discovered that the talisman water that the old tree gave him was indeed very effective, as it could easily withstand the mechanical crossbow of the ghost-faced man.
It's worth spending five thousand taels to befriend such a remarkable person.
He was a military general, and with the added blessing of the talisman water, he pursued without any scruples.
They quickly cornered the Ghost Mask, who had run out of crossbows, in a dead end.
There were rock walls all around, so there was nowhere to hide.
Qin Minglang, panting heavily, sneered and put his hands on his hips.
"Now, can we properly settle this score?"
The ghost-faced man stomped his foot in anger.
"Damn old tree monster, how dare it break the rules of Ghost Market."
He carefully put away the crossbow.
"The blueprints I gave you are absolutely fine. Those useless people in the Ministry of War can't come up with anything better. You just didn't use them correctly, so who can you blame?"
Qin Minglang was furious when he thought about the embarrassment he had caused at the patrol camp.
"What a load of rubbish blueprints! Didn't you claim to be the best at modifying mechanisms in the world? But all the mechanisms in the blueprints you gave me have already been made by others, and they far surpass yours. How do you explain that?"
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