Chapter 95

The two men ran up to the second floor and heard a banging sound on the roof. Then, someone broke into the window from outside.

Li Chenghuan grabbed the vase next to him and threw it at the assassin. For a moment, there was a crackling noise upstairs, and the diners nearby were frightened and ran around in panic. Taking advantage of the chaos, Lin Nanjie grabbed the kettle in the hands of the panicked waitress next to him and threw it at the assassin.

The assassin was caught off guard by the hot water, his clothes were soaked by the boiling hot water, his skin instantly turned red, and even white hot steam came out. He howled in pain, and the movements under his feet were all messed up.

Li Chenghuan seized this opportunity, stepped forward to dodge the assassin's knife, killed him with one blow, and then lifted the mask on the assassin's face.

Lin Nanjie noticed a black pattern on the right side of his neck and pointed it out to Li Chengqian: "It's exactly the same as the one on the head of the leader of the Qianzhou Lotus Sect, just in a different location."

Li Chengqian said in a deep voice: "He is from Zhao."

Lin Nanjie: "There hasn't been much conflict between Zhao and Daqi recently. The assassins from Zhao came all the way to the capital and knew exactly where we were."

The window was broken. Li Chengqian looked sternly, "The old king of Zhao State is old. The eldest prince and the seventh prince have been fighting over the succession. This group of people are the seventh prince's people. I guess they colluded with them in Qianzhou."

Li Chenghuan looked at the knife in his hand and said, "This knife is a Daqi weapon."

Lin Nanqi immediately thought: "It's the missing weapons."

Li Chengqian nodded.

At this time, Liao Baifan had already rushed up: "Your Majesty, we can't stay here for long, follow me quickly."

Lin Nanjie and Li Chenghuan followed Liao Baifan to the other end. The diners in the restaurant were caught off guard by the sudden change. At this moment, Lin Nanjie seemed to sense something. A pair of cold and indifferent eyes seemed to flash in the crowd. He subconsciously threw himself at Li Chenghuan, and then a sharp pain came.

"Master Lin!"

Liao Baifan released the hidden weapon in his hand and knocked down the assassin who was hiding in the crowd and shooting arrows.

Li Chenghuan felt a warm figure pressing up against his back, and then his palm felt boiling blood. He froze in place, as if struck by five thunderbolts.

"Lin Nanjie..." He hugged Lin Nanjie's falling body tightly, and saw Lin Nanjie's pale face as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

Liao Baifan had never seen this kind of expression on Li Chenghuan's face.

In severe pain, Lin Nanjie's vision blurred for a moment, and his left shoulder felt numb from the pain.

At this time, the imperial guards arrived to guard the city. The assassins saw that they could not continue the assassination and quickly withdrew. Ao Jingchuan led his men to protect Li Chenghuan and Lin Nanqi. When he saw Lin Nanqi lying in a pool of blood, he was stunned for a moment: "Your Majesty, please follow me and evacuate this place."

Li Chenghuan's face was stained with blood from who knows where, and his voice was as cold as a cold river: "Carriage."

Ao Jingchuan was stunned and quickly ordered people to prepare.

In the middle of the night, a carriage sped towards the palace.

The entire capital was quickly put under martial law, and the imperial guards searched every corner of the capital. The atmosphere of the Qiqiao Festival was shattered, and the crowds in the streets and alleys quickly returned to their nests like frightened birds. The lively and noisy atmosphere instantly turned into a place where everyone was afraid of danger, and the streets soon became empty.

Ao Jingchuan led the imperial guards and divided them into three groups to search for places where assassins might be hiding.

The carriage entered the side gate of the palace and drove all the way to the Purple Palace. When Lin Nanjie was carried down from the carriage by Li Chenghuan, the secret guards had already disappeared, and no one of the imperial guards dared to look. The imperial doctors from the Imperial Hospital received orders in advance and came to the scene in front of them, and they all lowered their heads.

Wang Dehai's eyelids twitched and he lowered his head.

The emperor got off the carriage holding his minister in his arms. It was not something that people like him with lots of free time could watch.

After entering the bedroom of the Purple Palace, Li Chenghuan placed the person on the dragon bed. Lin Nanjie was shot in the left shoulder and lay on his side on the bed, his face as pale as paper.

The judge of the Imperial Hospital took Lin Nanjie's pulse and cut open her clothes on her left shoulder. She saw a sharp and fierce iron arrow stuck in her smooth white shoulder blade, and large amounts of blood were flowing down from the wound. Lin Nanjie's eyes were tightly closed, and he had fallen into a coma.

The judge said, "Fortunately, there was no wound to the vital parts. I will stop the bleeding for Lord Lin first and then remove the arrow. Your Majesty, please wait for a moment."

The imperial physician tried to stop the bleeding, but when it came time to pull out the arrow, the judge was in a dilemma: "The arrow is too deep, I'm afraid it will be difficult to pull out."

Li Chengqian said in a deep voice: "I'll do it."

The judge was stunned: "The emperor's body is precious, how could it be stained with such dirty blood?"

Liao Baifan stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, why don't you let me do it?"

Li Chengqian swept his eyes around, slapping everyone's face with cold ice chips: "No need, all of you get out."

Liao Baifan had no choice but to bow and leave.

Li Chengqian looked at Fang Yuanpan again: "You tell me, and I'll do it."

Judge Fang had no choice but to say, "Try to pull it out along this angle."

The judge held down Lin Nanjie's arms and shoulders, while Li Cheng-chien held the arrow with both hands, his eyes calm, and he took a deep breath, then immediately pulled out the arrow, blood spurting out, and the whole inner room was filled with the smell of boiling blood. The judge quickly stopped the bleeding, and Li Cheng-chien made way, while the imperial doctors under the judge's command began to work in an orderly manner.

Li Chengqian sat beside him, his heart beating nervously.

He couldn't imagine it.

What was Lin Nan thinking at the moment he jumped up?

But he only had endless fear.

After a while, the judge, sweating profusely, said to Li Chengqian, "Fortunately, the bleeding has stopped and the wound has been healed."

Li Chengqian sat down and realized that his legs were numb. After hearing these words, the heavy stone in his heart finally eased a little: "Okay."

Judge Fang added, "He has lost too much blood. He will probably be unconscious for a while. If things go well, he should wake up tomorrow and just need to rest."

In July, the temperature in the Purple Palace was neither too hot nor too cold.

Li Chenghuan did not sleep all night. The next morning, he heard some noise outside and opened his eyes immediately, only to find that Lin Nanjie was still asleep. He called the judge and asked, "Why is he still not awake?"

The judge took the patient's pulse and reported respectfully, "According to the pulse, he is no longer in danger. He may be too weak to be unconscious. Your Majesty, please observe him for a while."

Li Chenghuan nodded, and except when he was in court, he stayed by Lin Nanjie's side.

He even moved the memorials to the bedside.

The Queen Mother heard about this matter and sent people to report it several times, but Li Chenghuan turned a deaf ear to it.

However, two days passed and Lin Nanjie still didn't wake up.

Li Chenghuan looked at Lin Nanjie's pale face, tightly holding his cold hand, with no discernible expression on his face.

The judge was so angry that he dared not say anything: "Your Majesty, I am not an expert in medicine, and I don't know why Lord Lin is still unconscious."

The pulse is stable and the patient is out of danger, but he is unconscious.

Li Chengqian's expression remained calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

At this time, Wang Dehai suddenly came in and said, "Your Majesty, Lord Liao requested to see you. He said he has something important to report. It seems to be related to Lin Nan and Lord Lin."

Li Chenghuan had no reaction at first, but when he heard the last sentence, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Send him in."

Soon, Wang Dehai led Liao Baifan in.

Liao Baifan was always taciturn and calm. When he arrived at the Purple Palace, he bowed respectfully to Li Chenghuan and said, "Your Majesty, my humble subordinate Si Nanhao reported that an old Taoist priest has been lingering at the gate of the Lin residence these past two days, saying that he was looking for Lord Lin. The housekeeper thought he was a liar and wanted to send him away, but who knew that he actually knew that Lord Lin was in a coma. This matter was heard by Si Nanhao and reported to me. I dare not deal with it on my own, so I came to report to Your Majesty."

Li Chengqian frowned slightly: "Let him in."

Wang Dehai seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Liao Baifan took the order and went out. After a while, shouting sounds were heard from the door of Zichen Hall.

"Hey, don't pull me. I'm 68 years old today. I can't stand your pulling and tugging."

"I've already said that I just want to see, why did you bring me to the palace?"

"Oh my, this palace is so magnificent. Is this made of gold? Let me see... Hey! Hey! Why are you touching me?"

Liao Baifan led the man into the warm room with a cold face. When the old Taoist saw Li Chengqian, his expression suddenly changed. He said with a smile: "It seems that you are the emperor today. Hehe, the last time I saw you, you were still that stupid old thing."

Everyone in the Zichen Palace fell silent.

That foolish old man, is he referring to the late emperor?

Wang Dehai called it treason: "You are speaking nonsense! You are committing treason!"

Li Chengqian raised his hand to stop Wang Dehai from speaking: "Can you save him?"

The old Taoist looked at the bed, stroked his beard, and said in amazement: "I only calculated that the child was shot by an arrow and fainted, and his soul flew away, but I didn't expect that he would sleep on the dragon bed. Wonderful."

This was too blunt, and Wang Dehai's face flushed after holding it in for a long time. Fang Yuanpan even lowered his head, feeling that he had heard something he shouldn't have heard.

The old Taoist priest came to the bedside and saw Lin Nanjie's appearance clearly. He couldn't help but marvel: "He has a good-looking face."

Wang Dehai was annoyed: "I say, Taoist priest, can you cure it or not?"

The old Taoist blew his beard and glared, "Stop making noise, let me take a look."

The old Taoist flipped Lin Nanqi's eyelids and sighed: "This person is not that person, his soul is not stable, so that's it."

Li Chenghuan's face suddenly changed when he heard this, and he said to Wang Dehai, Liao Baifan and others, "All of you get out."

Several people looked at each other, not daring to ask more questions, and left the Purple Palace.

Li Chengqian clasped his hands together and bowed to the old Taoist priest: "Sir, please forgive me for being rude earlier. What exactly did you mean by what you just said?"

The old Taoist smiled and said, "The emperor already knows, why ask again?"

Li Chenghuan's expression changed: "Who are you?"

The old Taoist snorted and said, "It doesn't matter who I am. There are few things in this world that I don't know. I can even calculate the time of the late emperor's death."

This Taoist priest's rude words dared to offend the royal family, which was a capital crime, but Li Chengzhen seemed not to hear it.

The Taoist priest's expression eased a little: "It seems that you are different from that old man. The person lying on this bed is also much more interesting. People from the outside world came here by coincidence. It was destined to be here."

Li Chengqian was shocked by his words and pressed on: "Do you have a solution?"

The old Taoist snorted coldly: "There is a way, but it depends on whether he is willing to come back!"

Li Chenghuan's face turned pale: "What do you mean?"

The old Taoist said, "It means literally. Let's wait and see."

Li Chenghuan looked at Lin Nanjie who was lying on the bed. His handsome face was pale, as if he had never been as quiet as he was now.

Li Chengqian was in a state of confusion.

He doesn't know either.