Chapter 80 Prince, don't die
"Prince?"
An Yunxi's heart trembled, and she immediately hugged Ling Fengxun and stood up.
She looked thin, but she had some strength because she had been wielding swords and guns since she was a child.
"Ah Huang!"
Her cheeks were bloodless in an instant. She raised one hand with trembling hands and found that it was covered in blood!
Ling Fengxun was injured!
This was the only reaction in An Yunxi's blank mind.
She gasped, and all her rationality returned in an instant.
Putting Ling Fengxun flat on the bed, she hurriedly pressed the pulse on his wrist to check it out.
Although she is not a full-time doctor, An Yunxi, as a martial artist, knows a thing or two about human meridians and can clearly understand how serious Ling Fengxun's injuries are.
Fortunately, there is still a pulse
But his pulse is weak, and his body must be seriously injured, with signs of excessive blood loss.
An Yunxi can't care too much.
The two of them have done everything before, and there is no shyness at all. She directly reached out and pulled open Ling Fengxun's clothes.
His chest rose and fell slightly, but his eyes were tightly closed and his brows were furrowed. Only when he was unconscious did he show his truest self.
On the way he took her back on horseback, she didn't notice anything unusual about Ling Fengxun
His acting skills are really, too good!
An Yunxi was angry and anxious. She finally saw the wound on Ling Fengxun's waist.
It was treated casually, but the wound was still bleeding.
Moreover, the blood was black!
The wound is not deep, but it is poisonous!
An Yunxi's eyes trembled slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to call someone in the mansion to ask for the palace doctor, but she held back the next moment.
Her brain was spinning rapidly, and An Yunxi understood why Ling Fengxun was injured but didn't say it
. He didn't want the person in the palace to know that he was injured.
Obviously, Yingfeng and others had already gone to protect him, why was he still injured?
An Yunxi's eyes darkened a lot, she immediately cleaned the wound, and then took out the hemostatic medicine and sprinkled it on it.
However, it was useless.
The black blood was still flowing out.
Ordinary hemostatic medicine could not heal the wound.
An Yunxi suddenly touched her waist, quickly took out the medicine that An Yunhe gave her, took out one of the medicine bottles, and then sprinkled the powder inside on the wound on Ling Fengxun's waist that was pierced by the sword.
She observed for a moment, and her eyes showed surprise, because she found that this medicine could actually stop the bleeding for Ling Fengxun!
The medicine was applied to Ling Fengxun's wound, and the bleeding stopped. His eyelids moved slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
An Yunxi immediately rushed to him, her voice choked, "Prince!"
She wanted to ask what happened, why Ling Fengxun was injured, and what happened during this period of time after he entered the palace
. But seeing Ling Fengxun so weak now, An Yunxi couldn't ask a word.
Ling Fengxun's eyes became clearer, and his voice became extremely hoarse, "Xiao Xier, don't spread it out."
The first thing he cared about the most when he woke up was indeed this matter!
An Yunxi gritted her teeth and said, "If you don't call the court doctor, what will happen to your injuries?"
Ling Fengxun's voice was very soft, and it was very difficult for him to speak. "It will be fine."
An Yunxi was so angry that she laughed.
She really couldn't tell that Ling Fengxun had such an irritating side.
The domineering and stubborn nature really existed, but he usually hid it.
"What's the matter? When your blood is drained and your body is cold and dead, you will be fine, right!"
Being scolded like this, Ling Fengxun didn't feel angry at all.
His dark blue eyes became a little softer, and then he raised his hand and grabbed An Yunxi's wrist.
"Don't be afraid, I won't die."
An Yunxi's chest rose and fell slightly.
"Didn't we agree not to hide anything? I told you all the secrets, but you didn't even tell me that you were injured!"
Ling Fengxun's pale lips without any blood raised, and his voice was gentle: "Didn't I tell you?"
An Yunxi: ""
What a good one to tell her!
He is looking for loopholes!
"Why don't you wait until you die to tell me!"
An Yunxi was almost crying at this moment.
Ling Fengxun saw that he was so angry, but there was no guilt on his face.
He spoke again, "Don't be angry, Xiao Xier, you will become ugly when you are angry."
An Yunxi glared at Ling Fengxun.
The hand holding her wrist loosened, and Ling Fengxun, who was joking with her, closed his eyes again and fell into a coma.
An Yunxi looked at the wound that had just stopped bleeding but had not removed the poison, and carried him on her back.
She glanced at the moonlight outside, looked back and said, "Since the prince doesn't want anyone to know, I will take you out to treat the disease secretly."
Under the silent night, a figure carried another taller figure on his back and climbed over the courtyard wall.
Even though An Yunxi had some strength, she was still panting and sweating after running so far with a tall man on her back.
She used up her last bit of strength and took Ling Fengxun back to the general's mansion.
An Yunhe was lying on his bed when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
His eyes became deeper and he listened carefully for a long time.
"Third brother, I'm Xier!"
An Yunhe was silent for a while before he started to put on his clothes.
With a drowsy look in his eyes, he opened the door sleepily.
"Xier, it's so late, you..."
Before he finished speaking, his eyes widened instantly, as if he was shocked by the scene in front of him.
An Yunxi was still wearing a tattered guard uniform, standing outside his door with a man on her back.
The moonlight was dim and darkness covered everything. Only the candles that had just been lit in the room could allow people to see the scene clearly.
The surprise and shock on An Yunhe's face did not seem fake, which made An Yunxi doubtful for a moment.
But it was so late, and the only person who could cure Ling Fengxun and keep the secret absolutely was An Yunhe.
"Third brother, the prince is injured and poisoned. Do you have any way?"
An Yunhe glanced at the person behind An Yunxi.
He leaned against the door and glanced at the yard, then waved his hand immediately.
"Be quiet and come in."
"Yeah."
An Yunxi nodded obediently and carried the prince into the room with great effort.
An Yunhe watched An Yunxi's movements with deep eyes.
Normally, carrying an unconscious person is even heavier than usual.
Because the limbs will not cooperate at all.
An Yunxi was able to carry the person from such a long distance to him. It seems that he still doesn't know a lot about his sister. What
a great strength.
An Yunhe collected his thoughts and immediately pulled a thick curtain over the window to block the light and shadow inside to prevent people outside from seeing anything.
He came to the bed, looked at Ling Fengxun who completely occupied his bed, and reached out to feel his pulse.
The room was quiet.
An Yunxi did not stay where she was, but looked around.
Suddenly, she seemed to see something, took it in her hand and played with it for a while, then squinted her eyes and asked, "Third brother, what is this?"