A group of men in black looked at each other.
They are killers! Their mission is to kill, regardless of whether they are honest or not!
The men in black began to approach Wanyue and Mu Qingli, and relying on their advantage in numbers, they surrounded the two of them in a short while.
Shen Meiqing, who was hiding behind a pillar, covered her mouth with her hands, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. However, she remembered Wanyue's words and did not move. She could not go out and cause trouble and hinder others.
The encirclement of the men in black was impenetrable. Wanyue and Mu Qingli stood back to back, each facing an equal number of men in black.
The men in black took out their daggers and held them high. The sharp daggers emitted bursts of cold light. As one person spoke, the others rushed forward and the scene suddenly became chaotic.
Wanyue nimbly dodged the daggers stabbed at her by several men in black by moving sideways, then kicked one of them.
This group of assassins had obviously received special training and were quite skilled.
I don’t know who is so bold as to send so many skilled assassins to kill them.
Wanyue kicked away a man in black, snatched the dagger from his hand, and rushed towards the place where the men in black were the most.
On this side, Mu Qingli reached out and grabbed the arm of a man in black, intending to take away his dagger, but was cut on the arm by a man in black who rushed over from the side.
The glaring blood gushed out. Mu Qingli took a breath and kicked the man in black who was attacking him sideways.
After successfully seizing the dagger and armed with the weapon, Mu Qingli faced the man in black head-on.
After a battle, Wanyue and Mu Qingli stood among the fallen men in black. Their long skirts, which had been intact, were now torn in many places due to the fight.
Mu Qingli covered his arm, blood flowed out from between his fingers, and his face was very pale.
Wanyue threw away the dagger and clapped her hands. Her eyes fell on Mu Qingli's injured arm and she asked, "How is it? Is it serious?"
Mu Qingli shook his head, "It's okay."
It's just a skin injury, no bone damage, it will be fine after rest.
Wanyue squatted down and patted the face of a nearby man in black. "Hey, brother, who sent you here?"
The man in black turned his head away, obviously not wanting to pay any attention to Wanyue.
These assassins are all professional. They will do the job for money and will never reveal the information of their employers.
Wow, you are quite trustworthy.
Wanyue asked several other men in black and received similar answers.
It seems that there is nothing to be gained by asking.
The tough ones need to be tortured.
But how could she, a kind, lovely and beautiful person, do such a rude thing?
Let’s wait for Feng Chen to do it.
After going around in circles, Wanyue came back with nothing to show for it. Mu Qingli covered his bleeding arm, his face turning even paler.
In the corner, a man in black got up from the ground and stabbed Mu Qingli, who was closest to him, with a dagger.
Mu Qingli had his back to the man in black, so he couldn't see him. Wanyue was facing that direction and saw him clearly.
“Get out of the way!”
Wanyue shouted, and Mu Qingli heard it, but because of the injury on his arm, his reaction was a little slow.
Seeing that Mu Qingli was about to be stabbed by the man in black, Wanyue rushed over.
“Tick-tick—”
The sound of blood dripping on the floor was extremely clear in the silent alley.
The man in black's exposed eyes were wide open, filled with shock.
In front of the man in black, Wanyue stretched out her hand and firmly grasped the dagger that the man in black stabbed. The dagger was only an inch away from Mu Qingli's chest.
"Lu Wanyue!"
"Sister Lu!"
Two screams rang out simultaneously. Mu Qingli covered his arm and kicked the man in black away, staring straight at Wanyue's bleeding hand.
Shen Meiqing, who was hiding behind the pillar, couldn't bear it anymore and stood up and ran over.
Under the two people's nervous gaze, Wanyue slowly loosened her hand, and the bloody dagger fell to the ground.
Shen Meiqing reached out with trembling hands to turn Wanyue's hand over. After seeing the condition of Wanyue's hand, Shen Meiqing covered her mouth directly, tears silently sliding down her face.
On Wanyue's outstretched right hand, there was a deep cut at the center of the palm and the joints between the four fingers, so deep that the bone could be seen. On both sides of the cut, the tender white flesh was turned outward, which looked extremely scary.
Mu Qingli stared blankly at Wanyue's hand and opened his mouth to speak, but in the end no words came out.
………
The Sixth Prince's Palace, the main hall where the princess lives.
Prince Ming smashed a teacup with a slap, and the imperial physician who was carrying the medicine box in front of him couldn't help shaking all over.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the imperial physician spoke in a trembling voice, "Prince Ming, Princess Lu's condition is too serious. Please forgive my lack of medical skills. I cannot treat Princess Lu."
Prince Ming roared, "Get out, all of you, get out!"
The imperial physician hurriedly picked up his medicine box and crawled away, not daring to stay for a moment.
The angry Prince Ming was so scary. That was a top-quality porcelain cup of excellent quality, but Prince Ming smashed it to pieces!
After driving away the last imperial physician, the anger on Prince Ming's face disappeared and turned into grief.
"A bunch of quacks..."
Those quack doctors said his precious daughter's hand was broken...
Prince Ming, who had dominated the court for most of his life, now cried like a child, covering his face.
On the opposite side, Mu Qingli stared blankly ahead, his eyes out of focus.
Feng Chen sat next to him, reached out and hugged Mu Qingli in his arms, and sighed silently.
In the inner hall, Wanyue sat cross-legged on the bed, raised her right hand, which was wrapped like a bun, and shook it vigorously.
Feng Shiwu, who was sitting beside the bed, was so shocked when he saw this scene that he almost threw away the bowl of medicine in his hand.
"Master, don't move!"
Wanyue turned around with her hand holding the bun, looking innocent, "What's wrong?"
It was so loud that it scared me.
Feng Shiwu placed the medicine bowl on the table beside him, carefully reached out and grasped Wanyue's right wrist, then placed Wanyue's chubby hand on the quilt.
After finishing all this, Feng Shiwu breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Wanyue with a reproachful look, "Master, your hand is injured. Don't do such dangerous things. The wound will split open!"
Danger?
Wound opened?
Wanyue blinked. If it broke, could it be bandaged again? The current bandage was too ugly. She wanted to change it.
Thinking of this, Wanyue raised her right hand from the quilt and was about to shake it when Feng Shiwu grabbed it.
Feng Shiwu was terrified. He had never felt so tired when fighting with others before!
"Master, please stop fiddling with your right hand, okay?"
Wanyue shook her head.
Oh no, I need to change the packaging of my hands. This one is too ugly and unsightly.
Feng Shiwu pressed Wanyue's wrist and said, "Master, you'd better listen to me, or I'll throw away all the food you've stored!"
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