Yingping's scream completely woke up Ye Changshan, Young Master Wenhe and everyone present. Seeing that people were killed, the crowd of onlookers immediately became a mess. Men, women, old and young all fled in all directions, crying and howling. .
Tao Niang also came back to her senses and saw bright red blood flowing out of Zhitang's chest. She was so frightened that her legs softened and she sat down on the ground, struggling to run back. The man who was about to have a conflict with Yingping just now seemed to be swayed by the scene in front of him. Although he had some cultivation, it was really nothing compared to the two men in front of him who had unpredictable cultivation.
Seeing that Yingping was safe and sound, Ye Changshan's heart dropped. But then something unexpected happened - maybe it was the blood that stimulated his nerves, or maybe it was the resentment for Mr. Wen He's assassination. A long-standing anger quickly spread from the bottom of his heart to every corner of his body. The energy of heaven and earth also burst out from the Dantian!
Ye Changshan felt something bad in his heart. At this moment, in this situation, he couldn't control the rage raging in his body! He felt this bloodthirsty and cruelty quickly swallowing up his mind, fearing that it would completely dominate him in the next moment! At this time, Ye Changshan's right hand not only did not let go from the blade, but instead held it tighter and tighter, as if this heart-wrenching feeling could nourish the hostility in his body.
Wen He Gongzi recovered from Zhi Tang Fen's reckless attack, and she also felt the changes that had happened to Ye Changshan. When she turned her gaze to Ye Changshan, a completely unfamiliar Ye Changshan came into view. When she was secretly observing at the bottom of the steps, she had already gotten a rough idea of Ye Changshan's character. Even though his cultivation level was not low, his loyal and gentle character would obviously not be an obstacle to today's assassination. But the aura and momentum displayed by Ye Changshan at this time were completely different from before. Now he was like a completely enraged tiger. He was hungry, angry, and bloodthirsty. There was nothing else in his eyes except to tear the enemy apart. The rage that broke.
Facing Ye Changshan like this, Young Master Wenhe suddenly had a cold war in his heart! What a monster this is! Mr. Wenhe secretly said in shock!
Ye Changshan, who fell into madness, seemed to feel a trace of fear from Master Wen He, and it was this trace of fear that completely aroused him. Ye Changshan raised his left fist and swung it hard at Mr. Wen He! This punch gathered all the resentment and violence that Ye Changshan felt at this moment, and struck Master Wenhe with thunderous force!
'boom--'
Mr. Wen He's slender body flew through the air, and then landed heavily on the ground.
This punch was not light, it almost shattered Master Wenhe's body. I'm afraid it was only half as powerful as the Pavilion Master's Heshan Fist.
"Cough cough cough——"
A violent coughing sound was heard, and then a mouthful of blood was seen flowing out of Mr. Wenhe's mouth.
Upon seeing this, Ye Changshan rushed forward, intending to capture Young Master Wen He. Young Master Wen He was shocked when he saw this, and quickly adjusted his breath. After forcibly sealing his injured meridians, he endured the pain and jumped with all his strength. Before arriving in front of me, jump to a window——
He is worthy of being a Tianji strongman who is as famous as Ji Yangyu, Jiang Changming and others. Even if he is seriously injured, he can still be as light as a swallow.
Seeing that Wen and Young Master were standing by the window, Ye Changshan didn't dare to act rashly for a moment, for fear of accidentally letting her slip away.
When Young Master Wen He saw Ye Changshan step forward, he didn't seem to have any intention of running away immediately. Instead, he stood there and took this gap to continue breathing for a while.
Just when the two were in a stalemate, Yingping held the dying Zhitang in his arms, and heard him almost shouting in a pleading voice: "Changshan! Save Zhitang -"
Hearing Yingping's cry for help, Ye Changshan and Master Wenhe looked at the steps at the same time.
Seemingly infected by Yingping's despair and the weak and helpless Zhitang, the hostility in Ye Changshan's body disappeared instantly, and his red eyes gradually returned to their former peace. He looked back at Mr. Wen He and saw her looking at him with a half-smile, as if she was waiting for his decision.
Continue to pursue the assassin? Or turn around and help Yingping save people?
Obviously, Ye Changshan, who regained his senses, chose the latter without hesitation. He stared at Mr. Wen He and kept stepping back, as if he was warning her with his eyes that if she acted rashly again, he would definitely not show mercy. .
Looking at Ye Changshan who was retreating towards Yingping and Zhitang, Wenhe's expression became more playful, as if she was standing quietly and observing the youngest of a poor family. Then, Mr. Wen He suddenly smiled. After scanning Ye Changshan back and forth several times, he turned over and jumped out of the window, disappearing in an instant.
Ye Changshan hurriedly returned to Yingping and followed Zichun in the mountain gate. He learned some basic medical skills immersed in him. Looking at Zhitang, whose face was pale and lifeless, Ye Changshan stretched out his hand and placed it on her mouth. After detecting that there was still a faint trace of breath at his nose, he grabbed Zhitang's wrist and took his pulse.
Yingping's eyes were full of anxiety as if he had lost his soul. He wanted to speak, but he didn't dare to speak.
"I know Miss Tang still has one breath!" Ye Changshan said with certainty.
"Ah? Are you serious?" Yingping was a little excited. If he hadn't been holding someone in his arms, he would have grabbed Ye Changshan's shoulders with all his strength at this moment.
"Well! We have to go back quickly!"
"Hurry up? Where are you going back to? Qianniu Mountain?" Yingping was still at a loss.
Ye Changshan pondered for a moment, and then immediately said: "Qianniu Mountain is a long way away. Even if Senior Sister Zichun is able to rejuvenate, I'm afraid it will be difficult to gather the required medicinal materials in a short time...so..."
"Then...back to the palace?"
Ye Changshan nodded, then he stood up and looked around, and found that the only man standing beside him was the man standing there. Ye Changshan didn't care so much, walked up and asked, "Is there a carriage in the square?"
At this moment, the man no longer had the fierceness to create conflicts. Looking at the guard in front of him whose cultivation level was thousands of feet higher than his own, he looked like a well-behaved little white rabbit.
"Yes...there is..."
"where?"
"Not far away... there is a stable..."
"Okay, I'll go get it with you! Hurry!"
"yes..."
How can a man dare to resist? This guard was like a man possessed just now. He was afraid that if he said the word "no", his terrible fist would beat him to pieces.
"Yingping, when we return to the palace later, we will summon all the imperial doctors to treat Miss Zhitang's injuries and save her life!"
Yingping nodded, but then he seemed to notice something unusual and asked: "You...won't you go back with me?"
"I won't go back with you," Ye Changshan said in a deep voice, "I will go back to Qianniu Mountain and invite Senior Sister Zichun over!"
"Yes! Yes! Invite the Fifth Master Uncle!" Hearing that Ye Changshan was going to invite Zichun, Yingping felt like a lost child who suddenly found his home.
The man standing on the side was surprised when he heard the two people talking about 'imperial physician' and 'gongzhong'. Then he connected the names like 'Qianniu Mountain' and 'Fifth Master Uncle' together, and finally he showed an expression of extreme shock. ——Fortunately, that young man showed up in time! Otherwise, I might have committed a heinous crime! No! I am afraid that I have died under the iron fist of this poor young gentleman! Thinking of this, the man couldn't help but break into a cold sweat behind his back.
"This strong man! Prepare the carriage with me quickly!" Ye Changshan said to the frightened man.
"Okay... Young Master... Master, please come with me..."
The man did not dare to hesitate for a moment and quickly stood up and ran out of the boat with Ye Changshan.
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In the large study room of the palace, Lu Daquan was standing anxiously.
This is the first time he has entered this room, which represents the absolute core and top secret of the Wang family. Perhaps half of the uneasiness in his heart at this moment comes from the pressure this study puts on him. Today he heard that someone was making a big fuss in Lan Qiu Fang. He wanted to lead a group of people angrily to teach those blind fellows a lesson, but when the people in the workshop said that the two people making trouble seemed to be from the palace, they were still vaguely aware of it. After hearing the words "imperial physician" and "poor family", and then linking that guard's advanced cultivation together, it can almost be concluded that these two people are the current emperor and his junior uncle, and the emperor's personal bodyguard Ye Changshan.
Lu Daquan couldn't help being dumbfounded when he heard the news. The emperor was assassinated in his own place? Master Xiaoye is still injured? If Zhi Tang hadn't blocked the knife with his body, I'm afraid... I'm afraid... Lu Daquan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't dare to think about it anymore. Although his uncle had power over the government, if such an earth-shattering thing happened, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to bear it. Stay?
Thinking of this, Lu Daquan ran to the palace without saying a word and reported everything to his uncle. However, my uncle didn't seem to show too much shock or panic, but simply asked a few questions.
Looking at his thoughtful uncle, Lu Daquan still felt a little uneasy. Finally, when Wang Yanqing picked up the cup of tea, he plucked up the courage to say, "Aunt...uncle...is this matter...really...really okay?"
Wang Yanqing gently blew on the still hot tea, and the fragrance immediately filled the air. He took a sip of tea in a leisurely manner and then put the tea cup back on the table.
"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Wang Yanqing looked at his frightened wife and nephew with a smile.
"The Holy Emperor was assassinated on our territory. This -" Lu Daquan did not dare to continue.
"Assassinated? Your Majesty, is this unharmed?"
"Can……"
Lu Daquan wanted to continue, but Wang Yanqing waved his hand, indicating that he did not need to say any more.
"Okay, don't be afraid. It's getting late. Go back quickly. Don't be surprised. Just give me the encyclopedia."
Wang Shao, who was standing aside, took a step towards the door of the study room and made a "please" gesture very politely.
Although Lu Daquan was running amok in Chang'an, and even some fourth- and fifth-rank officials would flatter him when they saw him, but in front of Wang Shaojing, the representative of the new generation of the Wang family, he really did not dare to straighten his waist. Seeing Wang Shaojing politely asking him to go out, Lu Daquan nodded and smiled, almost bending down and exiting.
"Brother Daquan, walk slowly, I will see you off not too far away -" Mr. Wang said with a surprised smile after Lu Daquan retreated to the door of the study room.
"No, no, no, please stay here, my dear brother. I can go out by myself."
The two of them are considered a 'family', so they have always referred to each other as 'brothers'. However, Wang Shaojing is, after all, his uncle's closest relative and the grandson of Lord Wang. Naturally, he, a foreign relative, is nothing in front of him.
Just as Lu Daquan was about to leave, Wang Shaojing suddenly remembered something and shouted quickly: "Brother Daquan! There is one more thing -"
Hearing Young Master Wang calling out to him, Lu Daquan hurriedly turned around and asked with a smile: "What else do you have to say, dear brother?"
