Chapter 440 Helian Feng, you are despicable!
The danger dissipated and order gradually returned to the camp. Manluo hurried to the watchtower holding Chu Yue.
But Xiao Nanyue was leaning against the stone wall, one hand still holding Yin'er tightly, and the other hand tightly covering the wound on his chest, as if trying to stop the blood from flowing out. However, he had already fainted, his face was as pale as paper, and there was no blood on his lips.
"Your Majesty!"
Manluo's heart tightened and she cried out in surprise.
Both she and Chu Jin practiced martial arts, and they could tell at a glance that the knife wound was extremely deep and located close to the heart, which was obviously extremely dangerous.
Chu Jin walked quickly forward and carefully picked up Yin'er from Xiao Nanyue's arms. The little girl was probably tired of crying, and was sleeping soundly in her unconscious father's arms, with her little brows slightly furrowed.
He handed Yin'er to Manluo, then took out a bottle of hemostatic pills from his arms, pried open Xiao Nanyan's teeth, fed him a few pills, and pressed his wound with a handkerchief to try to slow the bleeding.
"Quick, carry it into the tent!"
Chu Jin gave orders to the arriving personal guards in a deep voice, with a hint of anxiety in his tone.
The personal guards did not dare to delay and quickly found a stretcher. They carefully lifted Xiao Nanyue onto it and walked towards the inner tent.
At this time, Xie Zhan, having defeated the remaining enemy soldiers, rushed over with a bloody face. Upon hearing the news that Xiao Nanyan was seriously injured and Xiyan had been kidnapped by Helian Feng, he immediately became furious and drew his sword:
"How ridiculous! I will lead my troops to pursue them immediately!"
"No."
Chu Jin reached out to stop him, his voice calm and almost indifferent:
"Helian Feng has taken Xiyan away and must be returning to Yandu. Chasing him now would be like walking into a trap. He must have set up ambushes along the way, and..."
He glanced at Xiao Nanyan who was unconscious on the stretcher:
"Xiao Nanyan is still seriously injured and the army cannot be without a backbone. If you leave, who will guard the camp?"
Xie Zhan paused when he heard this, and his hand that was tightly gripping the hilt of the sword slowly loosened.
He knew Chu Jin was right, but when he thought about his sister falling into the hands of the enemy and Xiao Nanyan's life or death being uncertain, his heart burned with anger. However, he could only suppress his impulse and stamped his feet in anger.
"Then...then we can't just watch Xiyan being taken away!"
"It's important to save Xiao Nanyan first."
Chu Jin said calmly, "Only when he wakes up can we have a plan to deal with it."
Xie Zhan had no choice but to give up and turned around to hurriedly call for a military doctor.
Soon, the military doctor hurried over with a medicine box and went into the inner tent with Chu Jin to treat Xiao Nanyue.
Inside the tent, Chu Jin personally untied Xiao Nanyue's robe to check the wound. When he saw the location of the knife wound clearly, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat - although the blade was deep, it was cleverly deflected by an inch, avoiding the heart meridian.
He understood instantly: Xiao Nanyan must have deliberately changed the direction when he held Xiyan's hand and inserted it.
If not for this, even a god would be unable to save such an injury.
The military doctor was amazed and sighed while cleaning Xiao Nanyan's wound:
"Your Highness is blessed with a long life and is also very familiar with his own meridians. Otherwise..."
He didn't say anything else, but just quickened the bandaging process.
Xie Zhan stood outside the tent, listening to the occasional noises coming from inside, praying silently in his heart - no matter what, Xiao Nanyue must survive. He is not only Yin'er's father, but also the only hope to save Xiyan at the moment.
…
Xiyan slowly opened her eyes in the dazzling light, and what she saw was a gilded tent ceiling embroidered with intricate auspicious patterns of dragons and phoenixes. Jade antiques were placed on the surrounding display cabinets, and the air was filled with a faint scent of ambergris.
Such magnificent furnishings could only be found in the imperial palace. Her heart sank, and she instantly guessed her own situation.
She turned over and sat up, lifting her legs to walk. Perhaps due to anxiety or because she had just woken up, her legs were weak and she stumbled off the couch and fell heavily on the floral carpet, which suddenly woke her up:
How could I be so weak?
Just as she was stunned, a pair of strong arms suddenly lifted her from the ground. The familiar scent of cedar filled her face, and a gentle voice floated in her ears:
"Xiyan, are you awake?"
Xiyan looked up suddenly, and what caught her eyes were Helian Feng's handsome eyebrows and eyes. There was a bit of joy in his eyes at having lost something and a hint of fatigue that was hard to conceal.
Her face suddenly darkened, and the chaotic scene before she fainted instantly flooded into her mind - Xiao Nanyan lying in a pool of blood, Yin'er crying, Helian Feng pulling hard...
Her eyebrows and eyes immediately turned cold like frost:
"Helian Feng, you are despicable!"
She wanted to break free from his embrace, but Helian Feng's arms were holding her tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go, she would disappear like she had before.
Xiyan wanted to use her inner strength to break free from his restraints, but she found her limbs were limp and she couldn't even raise her inner breath. She seemed to have guessed something and a hint of annoyance appeared on her face:
"What poison did you use on me?"
The more Xi Yan struggled, the tighter he hugged her, his warm breath brushing against her ears:
"Suo Yuan Powder will temporarily suppress your internal energy. Xi Yan, if not for this, you will definitely think of escaping from my side. This time, I can't lose you again."
"Let me go!"
Xiyan was so angry that she raised her hand to slap Helian Feng, but she didn't expect that Helian Feng didn't dodge, and a clear palm print appeared on his face.
But he was not angry at all, he just looked at her with a sad face:
"Xiyan, if you hate me and blame me, then go ahead and hit me."
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