After her death, the emperors of the seven kingdoms all went mad

"There are many people who want to kill you! Die!"

The masked man in the lead stretched out his hand and waved it forward, and more than a dozen people raised their swords and slashed at Fu Jingchuan at the same time.

Fu Jingchuan looked back at Lan Zhi and said with a smile:

"Minister Lan is here too. Should he help me block the knife?"

Fu Jingchuan looks so cool and handsome when he smiles, and with his 186cm tall figure, it’s no wonder that the previous host was so fascinated by him.

Lan Zhi cursed inwardly, I can’t stop you!

Having said that, Lan Zhi still swung his sword to help fight back.

There is no way, if he dies, she must die too.

"Your Majesty, where are your people?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Only a dozen people, do we still need others to protect us?"

As Fu Jingchuan spoke, he swung his sword and killed two people with one strike.

Two of the other opponents were highly skilled in martial arts, and with their combined strength, it was still a bit difficult for Fu Jingchuan to deal with them alone.

After killing several people, Lan Zhi was already exhausted. If Fu Jingchuan was not here, she could kill these people within five seconds, but she could not reveal her full strength now.

It seems that I need to exercise more to restore this body.

Lan Zhi thought to herself that the longer they fought, the weaker her body would become.

[Host, the life countdown has nothing to do with your exercise. ]

"What did you say?! Then you won't just lie down on the bed from now on?"

[Not really, but my body will be a little weak. ]

"Ah....."

Lan Zhi swiped a few more people down.

Now the only one left on the other side is the leader.

Suddenly, a group of poisonous needles flew towards Fu Jingchuan. Without thinking, Fu Jingchuan pulled Lan Zhi beside him to use as a shield.

Everything happened too fast. Before Lan Zhi could make a move, several poisonous needles had already pierced her body.

The imperial family is indeed the most ruthless.

Lan Zhi smiled bitterly.

The next moment, Fu Jingchuan had stabbed his opponent in the chest with a sword.

From the time the poison needle flew out to the time Fu Jingchuan stabbed his opponent, there was only half a second difference.

Fu Jingchuan let go of the blue weaving on his chest and said in a cold voice: "Minister Lan has done a great job in protecting the emperor. I will give you a grand funeral."

After Lan Zhi's death, there will be no one with a red mole on his hand in the world anymore.

The people of the world will no longer judge who is the real emperor based on this.

And he no longer has to worry about other countries snatching away Lanzhi, nor does he have to be polite to Lanzhi anymore.

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from under my feet.

Fu Jingchuan glanced down, and the next moment, he felt weightless and fell down the cliff along with the entire stone...

Snapped!

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed him tightly like an iron clamp.

This sudden change shocked Fu Jingchuan. He stared at the person who caught him with wide eyes.

It's blue weaving.

She seemed to be pulling him with all her strength, her whole face turned red from the effort, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.

The poison needles in her body pierced deeper due to the squeezing, but she seemed to have forgotten the pain and was trying hard to pull him out of this abyss.

Fu Jingchuan didn't have time to think about it. He used the force of the cliff to push off and jumped up.

Unexpectedly, before her feet even touched the ground, the rock where Lan Zhi was standing also broke apart...

Now both of them fell into the abyss at the same time.

"Ahhhh..."

Lan Zhi screamed in fright.

A few breaths later, two splashes were heard and her body crashed into the soft, back-painful water.

Perhaps because of the buoyancy of the clothes, Lan Zhi bounced back quickly like an apple falling into the water.

Then she lost consciousness.

The soaked clothes became heavier and heavier, and her body sank little by little.

Fu Jingchuan, who was not far from her, swam towards her quickly and half-dragged and half-pulled her ashore.

"Wake up!"

He checked her breath and saw that she was still breathing, then he quickly pressed her stomach.

Seeing several poison needles still stuck in her chest, he pulled them out casually because he had a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The pain caused the unconscious Lan Zhi to frown.

"A real man shouldn't be afraid of this little pain."

Fu Jingchuan held up the poison needle that was as thick as a bean sprout, and the blood on the needle was half a finger deep.

"It's really deep. It might hurt a little."

He sat down on a pebble and pulled an antidote pill from his inside pocket and gave it to her.

"If it weren't for the fact that you saved me, I would really be reluctant to give you this medicine."

He pinched her jaw muscles, and Lan Zhi's lips were instantly pouty.

He put the pill into her mouth, and when his fingertips touched her soft lips, he quickly pulled his hand away as if he had been electrocuted.

Are lips really this soft?

He reached out and touched his lips; they weren't that soft.

Are people so different?

I don't know whether she swallowed the medicine.

Fu Jingchuan hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth and took a look.

Seeing that she didn't swallow it, he turned sideways and scooped some water from the river for her to drink.

"Wake up..."

Fu Jingchuan patted her face, but seeing that she had no reaction and her face was getting paler and paler, he became somewhat worried.

"Did he choke on the water just now? What a nuisance!"

He picked her up and tried to lift her onto his shoulders.

This hug made him realize how light she was.

Didn't she usually have food to eat? How come this person doesn't have any weight at all?

Still soft.

He lifted her onto his shoulders, letting her belly press against his shoulders, and he rocked her up and down.

After shaking her for a long time without any water coming out, Fu Jingchuan put her down.

"This thing can't be dead." He reached out and felt her breath.

Fortunately.

Breathing is smooth.

It's still a bit cold in spring.

Fu Jingchuan carried Lan Zhi to a tree, found some branches, and made a fire.

He secretly thanked himself for the preparations he had made for this spring hunt and for bringing a fire with him.

He took off his wet coat and dried it by the fire.

Then he prepared to take off Lan Zhi's wet clothes and help her dry them.

But when you think about it, it's uncomfortable for him, an emperor of a country, to serve a minister.

He stopped and moved the fire closer to Lan Zhi.

He then sat next to Lanzhi to keep her warm.

"If it weren't for you, I would be able to go back now."

Fu Jingchuan felt something was wrong as he spoke. If it weren't for Lan Zhi, he would have been dead by now.

That’s not right. Without Lan Zhi, he would still fall into the water and still not die.

It seemed that Lan Zhi was holding him back.

But she could pull him desperately under such circumstances...

He was very touched.

Clearly, before this, he had dragged her to take the blame.

But when he thought of the past, Fu Jingchuan felt sick again.

This Lan Zhi is a homosexual!

Lan Zhi felt drowsy and the cold made her shiver several times.

"Blue weave?"

Fu Jingchuan tilted his head to look at her, and seeing that her face was flushed, he reached out and touched her forehead.

Why is it so hot!

Got a fever?

Lan Zhi murmured in a daze: "I want... water..."

"Tsk, that's really troublesome."

Fu Jingchuan found a large leaf, walked to the river and fetched some water.

He held her arm, but Lan Zhiyi was about to fall to the side if she didn't lean against the tree. He had no choice but to let her lean on him.

A faint fragrance wafted from her body, and Fu Jingchuan was a little confused. Don't most people smell fishy after soaking in water? Why did she still smell good after soaking in water?