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Chapter 153 Thousands of arrows pierce the heart
With the talisman, Zhu Yu naturally felt more at ease.

On the way to Situ Jing's tent, they also encountered several imperial guards who were not even very clear-headed. They were all kicked far away by the talismans before they could get close to them, and they couldn't get up for a long time.

Fortunately, the closer we got to Situ Jing's tent, the fewer people there were around. It seemed that after being bewitched by the smoke, most of the people who had gathered around the campfire were unable to leave the area, which made the tent a little safer.

Fu Lu rushed into the big tent and carefully placed Lu Qing on the mat on the ground where Situ Jing usually spent the night in the camp.

Seeing his prince injured so badly, Fu Lu was very anxious. He had seen Lu Qing injured before, but this was the first time he was stabbed in the chest by a sword from a martial arts master.

But he still tried not to appear too panicked, for fear of making the mistress behind him even more worried. After all, he heard the trembling in Zhu Yu's voice when he spoke just now.

So he took a deep breath, turned around, and was about to say a few words to comfort Zhu Yu, but he saw that Zhu Yu, who was a little panicked just now, now looked serious and calm. He was pulling up a general flag that was stuck in Situ Jing's tent from the side, and was weighing the bamboo pole that served as the flagpole in his hand.

Zhu Yu looked up and saw Fu Lu coming over. He immediately handed over the bamboo pole and said, "Do me a favor. Break off a piece from here. It should be about the length of your palm. Make sure the end is even!"

Fu Lu didn't dare to hesitate, and quickly drew the knife from his waist, and with a flick of his hand, he chopped off a section of the bamboo pole.

Zhu Yu took it and looked at it. The bamboo tube was hollow, exactly as she had expected.

She did not delay any longer and knelt beside Lu Qing. She untied the cloth strips that Situ Jing had temporarily tied around his body, removed his outer robe and inner garment, revealing the bloody wound on his chest.

After all, Situ Jing was a martial artist, not a mediocre one. His moves were quick, accurate and ruthless, so Lu Qing only had this one wound on his body, and the wound was not large.

It's not big, but it's very deep.

Zhu Yu had no way of judging whether the sword had caused any internal injuries after it had penetrated her, which was why her heart was in her throat.

She took a deep breath, placed one end of the hollow bamboo tube against Lu Qing's chest, avoiding the wound, and placed her ear against the other end of the tube. She held her breath, trying to block out the loud noise of her own heartbeat and search for Lu Qing's heartbeat.

Found it! Lu Qing's heartbeat still sounded very steady, not particularly weak.

Zhu Yu felt reassured, and felt that the strength he had almost lost just now had returned a little.

From panic to forced calmness, she suddenly figured out something that she hadn't figured out in the past few months.

The moment he saw Lu Qing's chest soaked in blood and lying lifeless on the ground, Zhu Yu felt an unprecedented fear.

If Lu Qing died, where would he go?

Or she could become the widow of King Xiaoyao and stay in his mansion to keep his chastity for him, never leaving the house again and serve as a role model of virtue for women in this world.

She would either be sent back to Shuo Kingdom, or live out her life alone in the Shuo Palace, or Zhu Cheng would find a reasonable marriage for her and she would remarry.

These possibilities did not seem to contradict her original wish of lying down and being a parasite, but as soon as she thought about it, Zhu Yu felt as if she was pierced by thousands of arrows.

If Lu Qing died, she would be a clay doll, a vase, and a decoration in the eyes of others.

The only thing is that he is no longer a person with flesh and blood, courage and talent.

Aside from Lu Qing, there's probably no one else in this world who can remain calm after watching her perform an autopsy, not regard her as a monster, but admire her and even try every possible means to create opportunities for her to display her abilities.

Zhu Yu had been feeling awkward, unwilling to sit up, and unable to lie flat, at odds with herself. It wasn't until she saw Lu Qing dying that she felt a surge of panic, as if someone had grabbed her heart, that she snapped awake.

The life she has now is the life she wants.

The person now is also the most suitable person for her.

Zhu Yu had only one thought: Lu Qing must survive no matter what.

"Wake up, wake up..." Zhu Yu leaned over and gently patted Lu Qing's cheek. She wanted to call his name, but it was not safe at the moment. "Can you hear me?"

It was not known whether it was her calling that worked, or the patting of the cheek that brought back the last bit of consciousness in Lu Qing. His eyelids trembled, and he opened his eyes a little. Seeing Zhu Yu with a serious face in front of him, the corners of his mouth moved, as if he wanted to smile at her, but at this moment he didn't have the strength to even smile.

"Changshi...you're too noisy..." His voice was as light as a sigh.

But these words made Zhu Yu feel inexplicably at ease.

He also knew how to make fun of himself, which was definitely a good thing at this time.

"Listen to me. I know this will hurt your wound, but you have to cooperate with me." Zhu Yu leaned close to his ear, afraid that he couldn't hear clearly. "Breathe in, slowly, and breathe in as much as you can. I want to see if your lungs have been damaged by Situ Jing."

Lu Qing heard it and he took a breath slowly. He had just taken half a breath when the sudden severe pain caused by the wound made him cough and the air he had just taken in was lost.

He then tried a few more times and finally managed to take a deep breath while enduring the severe pain.

Zhu Yu felt a little relieved and quickly signaled him to relax. He took out the tools he always carried with him, carefully picked up the two bottles of tissue regeneration and hemostatic ointment that Yan Daoxin had given him, and carefully helped Lu Qing apply it on the wound, and then took out the thinnest curved needle and mulberry bark thread.

"The conditions here are limited, and we can't get any painkillers like Azalea. Just bear with it, and I'll help you sew up the wound." She said in Lu Qing's ear.

After saying that, he carefully aligned the skin and flesh on both sides of Lu Qing's wound, first carefully sewed together the inner muscles pierced by the sword, and then sewed up the epidermis.

When sewing the first layer, Lu Qing still felt pain. Every time Zhu Yu's needle pierced into the skin and flesh, he would tremble slightly.

Zhu Yu gritted his teeth and sewed the wound neatly stitch by stitch.

She was still deeply impressed by the scars crisscrossing Lu Qing's body. Although she didn't know what kind of suffering he had endured in the past, at least from now on, Zhu Yu didn't want him to have any more hideous scars on his body.

By the time the second layer was sewn, Lu Qing no longer trembled due to the pain. It was not known whether it was because the pain had subsided and was bearable enough, or because he no longer had the strength to react.

It’s true, Yan Daoxin’s ointment was very effective. By the time Zhu Yu sutured the wound, the bleeding had basically stopped.

Zhu Yu looked at the wound that was no longer bleeding and breathed a sigh of relief. He used the clean cotton cloth he found with the talisman to simply cover the wound, then pulled the quilt over and covered Lu Qing tightly.

"He just bled and might catch a cold. I'll just stay here. You go outside and see what the situation is." After she dealt with these things, she turned around and said to Fu Lu.

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