"Come on." The man said calmly, as if he was responding to her asking for a few taels of silver.
So casual, don't care.
But what she wants is not a few taels of silver, but her life...
Snap——
A tear fell into the soft grass and disappeared in an instant.
Jiang Ying bit his tongue and fed Yan Zhuo the medicine first, then observed 놛's reaction. While making sure 놛 was safe, he constantly checked the antibodies in 놛's blood.
The good news is that Yan Zhuo had taken the Golden Pill before and had practiced martial arts for a long time, so his physique was in good shape. Therefore, the process of generating antibodies was not as painful as imagined, and the speed was very fast.
After about half an hour, when Jiang Ying took blood for the second time, it was almost done.
Then, she was so focused on cutting the pulse with the knife that she didn't even notice that the 48 Demon Guards sent out by Yan Zhuo had all returned and had captured the bad guy Nian Nu dressed as Lao Ou.
The two brothers who were left behind to wait told them how dangerous what the prince was doing was.
The group of people did not make a commotion, nor did they stop Jiang Ying. Instead, they all knelt down at once, with their backs straight, showing that they were obeying orders.
Whether it was the prince's choice or the prince's entrustment.
Mo Jiwei, in life he is the prince's man, in death he is the prince's ghost, he will never have two masters.
Oh, except for the princess and the prince!
Jiang Ying, who was still nervous, had no idea about all this.
She was always so focused during the operation that she never paid attention to anything unrelated to the operation, especially when she was doing a blood transfusion without any monitoring equipment.
On one side is her ex-husband, and on the other side is her precious son. If she is not careful, the consequences will be disastrous.
The operation lasted almost two hours.
When his face was about to turn completely black, Jiang Ying tried his best and finally took out the blood exchange instrument on his wrist.
Taking a look at his son's skin, whose color was gradually returning to normal, and Yan Zhuo, who seemed to be breathless, Jiang Ying sat down on the grass, his heartbeat slowly returning to normal.
"Thank you, old man. Everything went well." She didn't believe in evil and couldn't help but clasp her hands together and thank her.
Kunan, the leader of the Demon Guard, knelt down and took a few steps forward, saying in a pious tone, "Princess, may I ask how the prince is doing?"
Jiang Ying then subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at them.
Suddenly I found that everyone had returned and the place was dark and overwhelming.
Except for Kunan, everyone else wore a hood on their face, leaving only two "ghost eyes" with black painted around their eyes.
Kunan was wearing a silver mask, and his eyes seemed to sparkle with wisdom.
Jiang Ying nodded and replied, "Your prince has lost too much blood, which is similar to what we expected before the operation. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to wake up, and there's a chance he won't wake up again."
She herself was surprised that she could say this so calmly.
She's like a scumbag who turns her back on her friends once she's achieved her goal.
However, Kunan was not angry. Instead, he led the remaining Mo Jiwei and kowtowed to Jiang Ying solemnly.
Kunan said, "Your Majesty trusts your Majesty, and I also trust your Majesty. I will just follow your orders!"
"Oh..." Jiang Ying sighed. Yan Zhuo really knew how to control her.
We all know that she is soft-hearted and will not tolerate tough treatment. If someone treats her badly, she will retaliate with hatred. But if someone treats her kindly, she will not only be more kind, but also more philanthropic!
"You said that, so I won't be polite."
Jiang Ying's attitude changed, and he gave the order as a matter of course, "Does anyone among you know how to form a formation? I suspect there is a strange formation in the wooden house over there, and someone has to break it. Otherwise, if your prince is determined not to move far away and not live in that house, everyone will have nowhere to sleep and can only sleep on the grass at night, using wool as a blanket and the ground as a mat!"
It would definitely be best to go down the mountain to recuperate, but as Jiang Ying said, if Yan Zhuo doesn't move, then neither will the child.
So even if there were some problems with the cabin, she had to make use of it.
At least there is a place to shelter from the wind and rain, right?
June's weather is unpredictable, with lots of rain, so maybe...
Well, there's no need to worry, it's already starting to rain!
Jiang Ying subconsciously pulled up her dress to shield her son from the rain. At this moment, Kunan reached behind him and handed her an umbrella. "Princess, please use it."
And next to 놛, someone had already considerately covered it for Yan Zhuo.
Jiang Ying showed an expression that said, "I didn't expect that the soldiers trained by Yan Zhuo are quite humane."
Kunan glanced silently to the side before moving his gaze back, "Princess, I know a thing or two about formations. When I came here just now, I felt that this place was a bit bloody, and it turns out that we are in a wooden house!
"Please bear with it for a moment, Princess. Once I break the bloody array, I will take you, the princess, and Prince Xiao into the house to take shelter from the rain and rest."
"Thank you." Having someone by your side makes you feel at ease.
It's a pity that I didn't know about Kunan at the beginning, otherwise I wouldn't have the bloody formation...
Thinking of this, Jiang Ying shook her head again. Forget it. When she hadn’t suffered a loss, how could she recognize what a formation was? She would learn from her mistakes and remember it next time!
Sure enough, after a while, Kunan came out after handling the situation, allowing everyone to take shelter in the wooden house.
The room was large, almost as big as a basketball court, and could easily accommodate a few people. Kunan even quickly tore off the white gauze and set up a simple white gauze partition for Jiang Ying's family.
Meanwhile, the Demon Guards and the reckless Nian Nu were meditating in a group near the door, without disturbing each other and in a tacit understanding.
Jiang Ying was really tired now. He took the pulse of his son and Yan Zhuo, who were lying on countless layers of white gauze. Although neither of them showed any signs of waking up, their pulses were steady and their heart rates were normal. It should only be a matter of time before they wake up.
She touched her son's hand, then stroked Yan Zhuo's handsome face, "Hold on, if you can't bring your son home, it's up to you!"
He then lay down on his side beside them, thinking that he would just lie there for a while, and then stand up to ask Mo Jiwei about the situation.
Who knew that after this, my brain would go blank and I would lose consciousness.
It rained heavily that night, and there were loud thunder and lightning. Several times when Kunan was on guard, he thought that the thunder was going to hit the cabin, but it never came down.
In the early morning, the sky was clean of dust after the rain. The chirping of birds came from far away, but was quickly driven away by the smoke from Kunan's burning wood.
Jiang Ying opened his eyes and just in time heard the distant chirping of birds and the sound of birds flapping their wings desperately.
She stood up and made sure that her son was getting better, but Yan Zhuo was still the same. She sighed slightly and took out the quilt from the space last night and covered the two of them carefully.
"You guys get some sleep, I'm going to go out for a while," she said.
The two sleeping children didn't react at first, but when Jiang Ying turned around, their eyelids moved at the same time.
The only difference is that one is moving the left eye, and the other is moving the right eye.
Jiang Ying didn't notice it at all.
When she walked out, she saw Kunan making a fire and nodded in greeting.
The other demons were extremely guarded, either killing fish, picking vegetables, peeling sweet potatoes, or washing rice...
Jiang Ying rubbed his eyes, a little bit unable to believe it. Is such a scene full of life supposed to be seen among a group of top secret guards and killers?
Kunan saw her doubtful and teasing look, stood up, and with a face that was a little dirty from the smoke, he smiled and said, "Princess, your expression seems to be doubting that the hands that kill people can't do the simplest and most ordinary things in this world? But in fact, every one of the Demon Guards is the simplest and most ordinary. We never thought that we would take this path, but we really did, and we don't complain. The prince is the one who reborn us!"
Therefore, we are not like other killers who don't care about life or death.
For the sake of the prince, they are willing to sacrifice their lives, but also cherish their lives.
And now, there is no doubt that it is not the time to risk your life, but the time to cherish your life.
Only by cherishing your life can you protect the king. The king returns!
Hearing this, Jiang Ying was speechless for a long time. Then he reacted and reached out to take the barrel next to Kunan's legs, "Let me borrow it."
Kunan was nervous for a moment, "What do you want to do, Princess? Get some water to wash up? Or should I…"
Jiang Ying, "No, I have nothing. I just want to buy you some water as a token of my gratitude."
Well, spiritual spring water.
But Kunan and the Demon Guards didn't know that. They looked at each other. One of them walked up to Kunan, poked him, and lowered his voice, "Princess, haven't you inherited the prince's property? What's going on here?"