The young Prince Li was sitting on his knees in front of the hospital bed, looking at the emperor on the bed with concern, but his ears were sharply raised, catching every movement outside the palace.
He heard the sounds of soldiers fighting, and also heard the voice of his uncle Wang calling for them to surrender.
The young prince had a cold look on his face, but he never said a word. He knelt on his knees, but his back was straight, and the bones of his hands holding the sword were clear.
The emperor's living room was originally burning with a faint scent of ambergris, thick and steady. Now because the emperor was seriously ill, it was filled with a strong aroma of medicine. The fighting outside the palace left wisps of bloody smell, through the door, Passed into the palace.
The smell of medicine and blood intertwined in this luxurious palace, layer by layer like thick gauze curtains, weighing heavily on the young prince's body.
It was at this moment that a faint, quiet fragrance suddenly appeared, dispersing the heavy and suffocating breath. The young prince's mind seemed to be clear at the moment this wisp of fragrance appeared. stand up.
The young prince suddenly raised his sword and turned around. The cold and gleaming tip of the sword stabbed straight behind him with a sharp and decisive movement.
"Ding!"
Like the sound of gold and stone clashing, the silence in the room was broken. The young prince's hawk-like eyes looked towards the visitor with a desperate look.
I saw the snow-white sword tip. At this moment, it was being lightly touched by an equally white and delicate fingertip. The sword tip could not be stored at all. Along the fingertip, the blue lotus pattern wide sleeves came into view, and then, into the eye. It's a piece of hibiscus noodles.
The young prince's attack movement suddenly stopped, and the woman in front of him looked like she was only ten years old. Her dress was not luxurious, nor was it the style of a palace, nor was it the so-called costume of an assassin.
Looking at his eyes, there seemed to be a hint of teasing in the gentleness.
"Who are you!" The young prince's eyes flickered over the woman's fingers against the tip of the sword. He retracted the sword decisively and took a vigilant step back to block the dying emperor on the hospital bed.
Lingchu looked at the young prince in front of him, and could feel the vague connection between him and the emperor on the hospital bed, and sighed in his heart.
As her cultivation level got higher, her memory became more and more delicate. Even a sudden glimpse in her youth could be recalled carefully. When she was young, Lingchu really didn't know the origin of her biological father.
All I know is that my mother seemed to be a rich girl, but she encountered a disaster and her family was broken up. She met her father when she was trying to escape from the disaster.
It seems that his father's identity is not simple. His family does not agree with him marrying a woman of unknown origin and low status, and his mother does not care about this either.
The two of them only have one child, Lingchu, and they are happy with each other.
One is not married and the other is not married, which is a strange combination.
Now looking through the memories of childhood, it is not difficult to find some clues. He has a noble status and a surname of Li. The answer is already obvious.
At that time, the emperor was already on the throne, but he was the emperor's younger brother. He had no wife and no children. He was the number one gossip in the country at that time.
Lingchu already understood in his heart.
Furthermore, this time when he came to King Li's capital, the call from his bloodline was even more obvious.
In other words, the fights and fights in front of them are all descendants of Lingchu's bloodline.
Lingchu could also feel the intimacy coming from the armored and brave general prince outside the palace. There were descendants of her own blood on the left and right, and fighting for him was just a matter of left hand and right hand. She had no intention of intervening.
She only appeared because the young prince in front of her actually had spiritual roots.
"Just a passerby." Lingchu looked at the young prince's wary expression. He obviously knew a thing or two about the monks, but Lingchu did not intend to say that he was his ancestor.
"Are you a monk?" The young prince indeed knew about the existence of monks. When he looked at Lingchu, his eyes were inexplicably gloomy at first, and then filled with inexplicable hope.
Lingchu could probably guess what the other party was thinking, and sure enough, when the young prince saw that Lingchu did not deny it, he quickly said, "Xianxian is willing to take the blame for the offense just now. I only hope that the fairy can take action and save my father's life! Li Guo's people , I must repay you with all my money!"
Xianxian?
Li Xianxian.
Lingchu's eyes passed over the face of the emperor on the hospital bed, and finally stopped on the face of the young prince, Li Xianxian. Facing those hopeful eyes, Lingchu turned his palm, and a round snow-white pill appeared on it. Palm.
With a slight throw, the snow-white elixir flew towards Li Xianxian and floated quietly in front of him.
The snow-white elixir just floated in front of Li Xianxian's eyes. Lingchu didn't say what kind of elixir it was, but looked at the unpredictable expression on the young man's face with interest.
Li Xianxian's father, King Li, became what he is today because he believed in a monk's words and respected him as a national master. He mobilized the whole country to collect various precious medicinal materials and refined a The so-called longevity pill.
As a result, after eating it, it became what it is now!
And that so-called immortal, so-called national master, has long since escaped!
For his only heir, King Li took the name Xianxian, which shows King Li's persistence in the way of immortality.
Li Xianxian had seen this all the time and was already instinctively wary of alchemists, elixirs, and monks. However, this woman in front of him made him feel inexplicably close. Although he hesitated to take the elixir that the other party took out, he still gritted his teeth and took it. Feed it into King Li's mouth.
The elixir melted instantly in his mouth, as if the breeze was flowing down King Li's throat and into his body. Just this point made Li Xianxian greatly overturn his previous understanding of monks' elixirs.
However, after a moment, King Li's face became visibly rosy, his breathing became much calmer, and he even showed signs of waking up.
Li Xianxian held King Li's pulse and felt it gradually become stronger and more stable. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief. When he turned around and looked at Lingchu again, he already felt a bit of respect and gratitude.
"Li's Xianxian, thank you very much for your help!"
King Li's improvement seemed to have swept away the boy's gloom, allowing him to reveal his original upright and handsome appearance, with even a bit of youthful vigor on his face.
Lingchu shook his head and smiled, "Your father's foundation has been damaged and his lifespan is not long. The elixir only allows him to live a few more days."
King Li didn't know how much poison he had accumulated, and the very foundation of his body had long been damaged. Even though Lingchu could restore the damage to the other party's internal organs, it could not increase his longevity.
If you want to increase the opponent's lifespan, the only feasible elixirs are those specially used to extend life. Unfortunately, elixirs that can extend life are rare even in the world of cultivation. Lingchu is still young, let alone so early. Just collect this kind of elixir.
What's more, in Lingchu's eyes, the evil general and prince outside the palace looked more like a real dragon than the emperor who was addicted to Taoism in front of him.
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