The smell of blood on Yan Xiu's body and fingers made Zhu Sijia retching.
But she vomited for a long time, and she didn't spit out any of the medicinal powder just now.
Suiyu had been fighting hard for a long time and was already exhausted. It was obvious that she was poisoned, so she took a step forward without hesitation, knelt on one knee in front of Zhu Sijia, and handed Yan Xiu the kettle.
Yan Xiu took the kettle from him, and without caring whether it was something Suiyu drank from, he directly stuffed it into Zhu Sijia's mouth:
"Cicada, rinse your mouth and rinse out the poison."
Zhu Sijia obeyed and did as she was told. In a flash, she saw that Suiyu was not optimistic either.
Wherever she could see, there were at least thirty deep and shallow wounds!
After rinsing a whole bottle of water, the bitter taste in Zhu Scarlett's throat had not dissipated. Mo Yu stepped forward and put his hand on her wrist, roughly feeling her pulse.
Yan Xiu and Sui Yu were waiting quietly.
During this period, Bai Heng and others returned on horseback and saw that Ji Yang was dead and only a few Yan Xiu were left safe and sound in the valley. While overjoyed, she discovered that Zhu Sijia's body was frighteningly stiff, and even her fingertips began to turn purple.
Mo Yu did not specialize in medical skills, but he could also tell from his shallow medical knowledge that the poisons just now had been quickly absorbed by Zhu Sijia throughout his body.
Yan Xiu hurriedly asked: "How?"
Mo Yu did not dare to tell him the truth, but silently took out a universal detoxification pill and fed it to Zhu Sijia:
"First take this medicine to protect your mother's heart. When we get to Xuzhou, we will..."
Zhu Sijia chewed the antidote pills, and overlapping images appeared in front of her eyes. Seeing everyone surrounding her, in order to reassure them and not to delay the eastward tour, she forced a smile and said:
"Don't worry, I've spit out the poison."
Just as Yan Xiu was about to pick her up, Zhu Sijia vomited out a large mouthful of thick black blood in his arms and lost consciousness.
…
Xuzhou City, Prefect’s Mansion.
Countless medical officers and women came in and out of Zhu Sijia's room, and Suiyu was also on the verge of death, bleeding all over the floor, but no one dared to care.
Yan Xiu looked coldly at the broken jade lying on the ground: "If you fail to protect the master, you should be punished."
Without his order, no one would dare to step forward to diagnose and treat Suiyu.
Mo Yu knelt in front of Yan Xiu and told him everything that happened today.
It turned out that when Zhu Zhu Sijia left on horseback, the two of them chose to fight to the death. Sui Yu had already suffered internal injuries from falling off his horse, but facing hundreds of cavalry, he rushed faster than Mo Yu.
You know, in Yanxue Tower, Suiyu's fighting style is famous for being ruthless and crazy. The more injuries he gets and the more blood he bleeds, the faster the sword in his hand becomes and the faster the hidden weapon becomes.
Countless weapons pierced his body, and countless arrows pierced his flesh and blood. As if he was immune to pain, he cut off and pulled out the arrows to continue the bloody battle.
The other party's eyes turned red when he saw him killing him. He was trying to kill someone else, but he didn't dare to step forward for a moment.
It can be said that out of the hundreds of people, 60 of them were killed by Sui Yu on his own, and it was more like Mo Yu assisted him in killing them.
After all the cavalrymen were dealt with, Suiyu spat out a large mouthful of blood and was about to faint.
He grabbed Mo Yu's sleeve tightly, gritted his teeth and ordered: "Go find the empress quickly. If you don't see her in Xuzhou City, quickly return to Xiantian."
Mo Yu followed the instructions and followed the horse's hoof to find Zhu Sijia, but the mark of the horse's hoof suddenly broke halfway.
He immediately understood that Zhu Sijia had been kidnapped, so he returned the same way, woke up Suiyu, and returned to Yixiantian together.
By the time the two of them arrived at the entrance of Xiantian Valley, Ji Yang had already held Zhu Sijia hostage and threatened Yan Xiu to die in exchange for her life.
Suiyu held on to his broken body, and secretly eliminated Ji Yang's remnants with Mo Yu. They lurked behind him unknowingly and met Yan Xiu's eyes.
Over there, Yan Xiu was acting to hold Ji Yang back, while Sui Yu and Mo Yu quietly stepped forward.
Suiyu used his hidden weapon skills and finally cut Ji Yang's throat, killing him on the spot.
But no one expected that before he died, he would save a hand and stuff poison into Zhu Sijia's mouth.
Hearing this, Yan Xiu's face tensed up and then slowly relaxed, Mo Yu kept kowtowing to him to beg for mercy. He originally wanted to ask them about their sins, but now that he thought about it, they had tried their best.
"Come here, take Broken Yu down for diagnosis and treatment."
When it was completely dark, the lights in Zhu Sijia's room were turned off, leaving only a small lamp for night use.
The female doctor came out of the room, and Yan Xiu quickly stepped forward and asked, "How is it?"
"Your Majesty, forgive me, but we are incompetent." The female doctor looked grave, "Although I tried my best to save my life, this poison is a rare and strange poison, and it will be poisonous if I am not careful. My pulse is unstable and I am still in a coma. If there is any external stimulus, I'm afraid..."
Yan Xiu: "Afraid of what?"
Female doctor: "I'm afraid I won't die soon... Your Majesty, my condolences."
Yan Xiu almost lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground. Bai Heng helped him steady and he stood still:
"In the huge city of Xuzhou, is there no one who can detoxify her?"
Female doctor: "All the famous doctors from all over the world have gathered in Langya. We can only try our best to save the queen's life. Maybe the miracle doctor in Langya can have some clues about the detoxification."
From Xuzhou to Langya, it takes three days as quickly as possible and seven days as slowly as possible.
But everyone in their team was injured, and Zhu Sijia needed to rest. What if she rushed to Langya for her poisonous starry night and got poisoned on the way?
Yan Xiuxiang lost half of his life and said in confusion: "I know, you go down first."
Bai Heng: "Your Majesty, you have been fighting for a long time today, please rest first."
Yan Xiu refused: "I'll go in and see her, and you can tell others that the seriously injured will stay in Xuzhou to recuperate, and the slightly injured will pack their bags and set off for Langya at noon tomorrow."
I wish Scarlett's poison could not be delayed even for a moment.
Bai Heng's voice was filled with tears: "My lord, I obey the order."
…
In front of Zhu Sijia's bed, Yan Xiu's eyes turned dark, and he looked ten years older in an instant. His cheeks suddenly became more sunken, and the stubble on his chin also popped up.
He held Zhu Sijia's cold and scary hand, put it against his face, and whispered:
"Cicada, it's all my fault. I hurt you. If I hadn't forced you to go with me, if I hadn't been incompetent, how could you have suffered like this?"
"You must hold on, and you must watch with your own eyes as I kill all nine of Ji Yang's clans and avenge you."
Zhu Sijia had been cleaned away from the mud and blood, and was now lying on the bed refreshed, except for her face being slightly purple, as peacefully as if she had fallen asleep.
A whole day passed, and Yan Xiu hadn't had time to clean himself up. Now he was dirty and smelly.
Although she was in a coma, she seemed to hear Yan Xiu's words. She coughed twice and vomited out a large amount of bright red blood.
Yan Xiu quickly wiped her with a handkerchief.
After vomiting so much blood, it was shockingly red, and Yan Xiu's hands were shaking uncontrollably.
Zhu Scarlett is as fragile as a fluttering paper kite, as if she can be blown away by the wind.
People are most afraid of life and death. Yan Xiu used to think that nothing in the world could make him fearful. Only the appearance of Zhu Sijia broke his pretentiousness.
It turns out that the feeling of losing someone is more painful than being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.
Yan Xiu was furious, a sweet taste surged in his throat, and blood slowly seeped from the corners of his mouth.
