Lu Yan lowered his head, his face full of disappointment, "I didn't find it. When I led people to catch up, there was no one inside."
Zhou Ruiyuan's cold eyes were bloodshot and red, his fists were clenched, the anger on his face was burning uncontrollably, his voice was low and ruthless, "Look for me, even if you search the whole capital, you will find him! "
As soon as he finished speaking, Du Wanchun felt his whole body trembling.
This was the first time she felt him so angry, and her eyes couldn't help but look towards the inn.
The person the assassin wanted to kill was not Zhou Ruiyuan, but her.
She and Zhou Ruiyuan both knew this. ?.?????.???
But who is the assassin? Du Wanchun still can't find the answer.
Zhou Zhao strode over and said, "Brother, so the assassin in the inn is not from Nanyi?"
Zhou Ruiyuan nodded.
Zhou Zhao, who followed his father on the ground, was also quite touched. He let out a long sigh and looked gloomy.
Aunt Zhou helped Du Wanchun support Zhou Ruiyuan, "Third brother, Zhao'er, Ruiyuan is seriously injured. Let's take them back to the palace first. We can talk about the assassin's matter slowly."
Zhou Zhao came back to his senses, his eyes fell on the arrow behind Zhou Ruiyuan, a look of worry appeared on his face, and without any further delay, he immediately sent someone to take Zhou Ruiyuan and the others into the carriage and back to the palace.
With Du Wanchun's help, Zhou Ruiyuan forced himself onto the carriage. He gradually fainted leaning on Du Wanchun.
Du Wanchun squeezed his hand, feeling slightly warm in his heart, just like the last time at General Han's mansion, where no one could see it, the warmth from his palm was transmitted to Zhou Ruiyuan's whole body.
Zhou Ruiyuan's complexion instantly improved a lot, and the wound gradually became less painful. He was unconscious and his brows relaxed slightly.
The emperor's body was brought into the palace by Zhou Zhao.
The imperial doctor came to diagnose and treat the emperor. The emperor died from an arrow wound, which went straight to the center of his mouth. If an ordinary person would have been killed on the spot, the emperor had taken the life-extending medicine before, so he could still say a few words at the end. sentence.
Not only that, the arrows were poisonous, as was the arrow that Zhou Ruiyuan was hit by.
Doctor Xu followed the imperial physician to check Zhou Ruiyuan's pulse.
They all had different expressions.
After Du Wanchun comforted Aunt Zhou, he came over and asked, "How is the prince's injury?"
The doctors all lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.
Du Wanchun directly passed them and asked Dr. Xu, "Doctor Xu, how is Ruiyuan's injury?"
Doctor Xu slowly replied: "The arrow wound on Ruiyuan's back is not serious, but the poison... is difficult to cure..."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head with a look of helplessness on his face.
This arrow was aimed at Du Wanchun. The man seemed to know that Du Wanchun was different from ordinary people, and the poison he used was also special. It was not surprising that Dr. Xu showed such an expression.
After hearing this, Du Wanchun turned his head to look at Zhou Ruiyuan on the hospital bed, his eyes full of heartache.
If it weren't for saving her, he wouldn't be like this.
"Doctor Xu, please prescribe some detoxification prescriptions for me. I'll look for other ways on my own."
Doctor Xu sighed and nodded, "Okay, I'll go right away."
After Du Wanchun sent Doctor Xu away, he retired the imperial doctors.
Soon she and Zhou Ruiyuan were the only ones left in the palace.
Zhou Ruiyuan was lying on the couch, his face pale and his lips slightly blue from the poison.
Du Wanchun slowly sat next to him, holding his cold hand, "Why are you so stupid, you insist on resisting this arrow for me? If I get hit, I will suffer a little at most, but if you get hit, it will be fatal." "
The gentle words, every word is full of heartache.
As if he heard it, Zhou Ruiyuan slowly opened his eyes, looked up at Du Wanchun, and showed a happy smile, "It's better to take my life than to let you suffer."
Du Wanchun looked up when he heard the voice and was quite happy to see him awake.
"You're awake. Does your injury still hurt?"
The imperial doctor pulled out the arrow for Zhou Ruiyuan, and now he has been given medicine and it no longer bleeds.
Zhou Ruiyuan shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."
It must be a lie that it doesn't hurt, but he couldn't bear to let Du Wanchun feel sad.
Du Wanchun stood up quickly and said, "Are you hungry? I'll bring you some food."
Zhou Ruiyuan reached out and grabbed the hem of her clothes, stopped her and said, "I'm not hungry. You've been in a big shock today, so take a good rest first."
Du Wanchun turned around and looked down at his hand holding the hem of his clothes. He couldn't bear to leave anymore and stepped back: "I'm fine. Sir, don't worry about me."
Zhou Ruiyuan released his hand holding the hem of her clothes and weakly lowered his hand, "Where is your father?"
Du Wanchun replied: "The third brother has brought the emperor back to the palace and is preparing to announce the emperor's death on a certain day."
Zhou Ruiyuan nodded lightly, the loneliness in his eyes being covered up by his composure.
After a moment, he asked again: "Where are those Nanyi people?"
