Swap, the involutionary regent palace fight also forced me to rebel

Hearing Lingyu coughing but not replying to Yunji, Nan Yingzhi was puzzled and turned back.

Just then he saw Ling Yu with a pale face, vomiting blood on the sand, and about to fall off his horse.

"All troops rest and stand by,"

After giving the order loudly, she quickly dismounted and went to steady Lingyu, turning her head to instruct Nan Yi, "General Nan, please call the military doctor!"

Seeing that Ling Yu, such a healthy young man, couldn't stop vomiting blood, Nan Yi was worried that he had injured his abdominal organs, so he hurriedly rode his horse to the military doctor.

Seeing Lingyu completely exhausted and falling down, Nan Yingzhi and Yun Ji worked together, one of them restrained his horse while the other helped him down.

Realizing that he was almost unconscious, Nan Yingzhi patted his cheek and began to perform the cardiopulmonary resuscitation process that she had learned before.

She laid Lingyu flat on the ground and shouted into his ear: "Lingyu, can you still hear me?"

There was no response, so she counted, "1001, 1002, 1003..."

Even after counting to 1010, she still didn't see Lingyu open her eyes, so she called Yunji over to cooperate and watch and learn her techniques.

With her hands folded, Nan Yingzhi pressed on Lingyu's chest at a specific rhythm. After pressing hard for more than thirty times, she would blow air into Lingyu's mouth.

Watching her lips getting closer and closer to Lingyu, Yunji vaguely sensed something was wrong: "Xiao Zhizi, do you want to kiss him?"

"No," Nan Yingzhi took out a handkerchief and covered Lingyu's mouth. She shook her head and explained to him, "I'm giving him artificial respiration."

After she finished speaking, she pinched Lingyu's nose, pointed it at his mouth, and blew air into it.

After exhaling a breath, she released her hand that was pinching his nose.

This cycle repeated dozens of times before the military doctor finally strode over with a medicine box in hand.

Seeing this technique for the first time, the military doctor was horrified: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

"You've come just in time," Nan Yingzhi slowly changed from squatting to standing, pointing at Lingyu's raised eyelids, "He is somewhat conscious."

After confirming that the bright red blood on the ground was vomited by Lingyu, the military doctor hurriedly fed him something that could cause him to hang himself.

With the help of cardiopulmonary resuscitation and precious drugs, Lingyu finally woke up.

His eyes were blurry, and he didn't know where he was looking. He muttered to himself, "Master, this is my retribution."

Nan Yingzhi was puzzled to see that his eyes were open but he didn't talk to her and just kept talking nonsense.

After checking Lingyu's pulse, the military doctor broke out in a sweat.

Not knowing why the military doctor hesitated to speak, Nan Yingzhi waved her hand, signaling him to go ahead and say, "Why did he suddenly fall ill?"

"Your Majesty," the military doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, lowered his head and told the truth, "I saw that he was not in good spirits, so I took his pulse, but his pulse was strange.

"It's like my meridians are broken."

With martial arts skills to his credit, Nan Yingzhi has already realized the importance of meridians in practicing martial arts.

Upon hearing that Ling Yu was so badly injured, she was horrified.

Knowing that his meridians were severed and almost impossible to recover, Yun Ji did not expect Ling Yu to vomit blood because of this, and his pupils shrank.

If he wanted to sever someone's meridians, he only knew two ways.

One was that it was forcibly shattered by someone with far greater martial power than itself, and the other was something he had only heard of from the national teacher, which seemed to be the backlash effect of some formations.

Although Ling Yu's martial arts skills are not as good as his own body, they are still among many people.

The point is, he hasn't fought with anyone recently, so how could he suffer such internal injuries for no reason?

Looking at Lingyu's pale face, Yunji could only sigh.

When the Imperial Master was talking to me, I felt annoyed. Although I appeared to be listening, my thoughts had actually flown away to the horizon.

"Little Gardenia," Yun Ji pulled the corner of Nan Yingzhi's sleeve and whispered his opinion to her, "Lingyu's injury is strange, it may not be caused by human power."

"It wasn't done by a human?" Nan Yingzhi got goosebumps all over her body after hearing just a few words. She was surprised and asked, "What did it do?"

"As far as I know, the backlash effects of some formations are similar to Lingyu's symptoms."

Although he was reluctant to listen to the Imperial Master, Yun Ji still trusted his ability to arrange formations to exorcise evil spirits. "Perhaps, we can ask the Imperial Master to take a look at Ling Yu."

Feeling the weakness coming from Lingyu, Nan Yingzhi's heart was moved, but she felt a little powerless.

"Qingchuan, what you said makes sense."

She said in a slightly impatient tone, "But the Imperial Master is far away in the capital, and I'm afraid he won't be able to come for a while. Do we really have no other choice?"

Having been with Lingyu for many years, Yunji was more worried than she was when she saw that he was in danger of death.

He took a deep breath and shook his head slightly: "This is the only way I know."

There was no other way, Nan Yingzhi gritted her teeth and ordered someone to lift Lingyu and place it flat on the cart used to transport grain and fodder.

She put her five fingers together like a knife and slashed down into the air: "Speed ​​up!"

Knowing that Lingyu's life was in danger, Yunji stopped making a fuss. He wanted to enjoy the scenery and walk slowly along the way. Instead, he pursed his lips and looked towards Guijing.

Somehow, Ling Yu repeated the word "retribution" several times, turned sideways, and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood.

Seeing that he was bleeding so much, Nan Yingzhi regretted that there was no blood transfusion technology in ancient times. She asked the military doctor, "Is there any way to stop his bleeding?"

Hearing her urgent tone, which contained a hint of accusation, the military doctor moved closer to Lingyu and massaged his acupoints up and down.

Seeing that Lingyu was still unconscious and coughing up blood from time to time, he shook his head with difficulty, indicating that he was helpless.

"Xiao Zhizi," seeing that this was not a solution, Yun Ji whispered, "How about you, Tuo Lingyu, rush to the capital first?"

Knowing that if they return to the capital soon, the Imperial Master might have a solution, Nan Yingzhi glanced at Ling Yu who had closed his eyes again and said hesitantly, "I'm afraid he can't stand the bumpy ride."

"It's urgent. We'll know if Lingyu can hold on until we give it a try."

Yun Ji argued with her, "If he keeps vomiting blood like this, he will bleed to death before we reach the capital. We might as well try this method!"

After hesitating for a few moments, Nan Yingzhi nodded and accepted his opinion: "Okay."

She quickly dismounted, grabbed Lingyu, and was about to lift him onto the saddle.

As if it was a last burst of energy, Lingyu placed his palm against Zhuying's horse's belly and tried to stand up straight, refusing Nan Yingzhi's hand to help him up.

"Your Majesty," he said in a hoarse voice, perhaps because his vocal cords were injured when he vomited blood, "I'm afraid I can't make it."

He had personally arranged his mother's remains and buried her properly. Nan Yingzhi smelled a hint of death from Lingyu's sad tone.

The patient has given up on himself, and the chances of survival are probably very low.

Unable to bear watching a life disappear before her eyes, she tried to ask for clarification: "What do you mean?"

"It's hard to explain in a few words," Ling Yu seemed unwilling to explain, and only said, "Anyway, I couldn't make it, so I returned to the capital."

Having also watched his mother pass away in front of him, Yun Ji keenly felt that Ling Yu's current situation was not optimistic.

He clasped Lingyu's wrist with his left hand. He first felt the cold skin, then felt the increasingly slow pulse, and his nose suddenly felt sore.

Last time, it was Lingfeng who went to the battlefield. In this life, I left him in the capital, so is it Lingyu who will die?

Seeing that there were only Nan Yingzhi and Yun Ji by his side, Lingyu turned his gaze to Yun Ji, whom he was more familiar with, with a sad expression.

"Your Highness," he said incoherently, breathless, "I, I have something to say to my brother. Please, convey it to me."

"All right, what last words do you have?"

Fearing that he would lose the will to live after explaining his last wishes, Yun Ji shook his head, "I won't tell Ling Feng for you. You have to tell it yourself!"

She never thought that the prince, who was always reasonable, would resolutely reject her request. Ling Yu showed a trace of confusion between her brows.

"Your Highness, you," he gasped in discomfort, his tone unbelievable, "are you angry with me?"

Yun Ji's eyes were red, and he slapped him on the shoulder fiercely: "Shut up and go up!"

Ling Yu did not move: "I am already a useless person, why bother Zhuying to transport me back to the capital?"

"Don't say too much,"

With a nasal voice, Yun Ji put on the airs of a prince and threatened, "Your indenture is still with me, and I have the right to order you to do anything.

"Listen, I won't let you die!"

"Your Highness," Ling Yu sighed briefly and closed her eyes, "You are, too, too, forcing me."

Holding his hands which were gradually getting cold, Yun Ji said with a sad face: "You promised to follow me forever. Now I am still alive, why do you want to die first!"

Lingyu shook her head and slowly closed her eyes: "I'm afraid I can't do it in this life. In the next life, Lingyu will serve you again."

"No," Yun Ji patted his cheek and choked up, "I want you to open your eyes and look at me!"

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and suddenly a hole appeared in the sky, and a young man with golden eyes poked his head out.

He looked at the chaotic scene below and meowed a few times in a familiar way, then called Lingyu in an awkward manner.

"Lingyu, hold on, I'm calling your master!"

Feeling that this young man seemed familiar, but unable to find this person in her memory, Nan Yingzhi pondered over what he had just said and muttered in confusion: "Who is this person?"