The Demon Queen of Divine Doctor is not to be trifled with

Chapter 87 Go to Yanhua Palace and find the Emperor

"Miss, why can't we see the general's convoy?" Zhuier's voice was trembling, not because of the cold, but because of fear.

Ye Wenyan shook his head helplessly, "With the horse so crazy, there's no telling which way it's running. It's already separated from the convoy. Did you notice when things started to go wrong?"

Zhuier said with a sad face, "It should have been about a cup of tea when I heard the horse neigh and our carriage tilted backwards. The driver told us to sit tight, so I didn't think much of it. Later, the carriage was running faster and faster. Although I was scared, the wind and snow were too strong. I was afraid that the young lady would be cold if I lifted the curtain, so I didn't look outside. Young lady, it's all my fault."

"Now is not the time to argue about who is right or wrong. We have to find a way to get out of this situation." "What can we do? If this horse keeps running, where can it go?"

Ye Wenyan still shook his head, "I don't know where they can run to, but it will definitely not end well. Or rather, from the moment they left my brother in the temple, they had no intention of giving us a good ending."

"The Second Madam did it?" Zhuier was so angry that he pounded the carriage. "How could she be so evil? We must not let such a person go!"

"Don't worry, as long as we can get back safely, I will not let her off easily. But now we have to consider how to get back, or even how to leave this carriage first." Ye Wenyan said while holding Zhuier's wrist, "Cheer up, follow me, we have to jump off the carriage."

Zhuier was so frightened that he was stunned. Jump off the carriage? How could he jump off a carriage that was moving so fast? Wouldn't he die if he jumped off?

Just as he was thinking about it, he was suddenly pulled out of the carriage by a strong force, and was thrown sideways in the heavy snow, and fell into the snow pile beside the path. The carriage continued to move forward, and soon disappeared. Zhuier fell and was confused for a while, but fortunately the snow pile was thick enough and he was not seriously injured. The confusion was probably due to fear, and he soon woke up.

Ye Wenyan was not so lucky. She was weak to begin with. She had used up all her strength, but she had almost used up all her strength. She was able to jump up with a maid, but she was unable to protect herself when she landed. When Zhuier flipped her over, she spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the snow red.

"Miss, Miss, please don't scare me!" The little maid was so anxious that she cried. She didn't even have time to take out a handkerchief. She wiped the blood flowing out of Ye Wenyan with her hands. At the same time, she did not forget to look at the path, hoping to meet a passerby who could help them.

Ye Wenyan felt much better after spitting out the blood. She supported Zhuier's arm and stood up, wiped the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, and then said, "Don't look, there will be no one here. Even if someone planned to pass through here, they would have been sent away long ago and chose another way." Zhuier was puzzled, "Who are you talking about, Miss?"

"They are the ones who want us dead." Ye Wenyan sighed softly. She had taken precautions, but she had never expected such a thing to happen on the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month. No one knew that she had lost all her spiritual energy on the fifteenth day, not even Master Liyuan, so what happened today was indeed a coincidence. But this coincidence was too unfortunate. It seemed that God was sincerely trying to make things difficult for her.

"Come out!" She suddenly shouted loudly. Although her voice was hoarse, her shouting could still be heard far away. "I spent a lot of effort to set up this trap. Although it's not very clever, you have to come out and fight. In such a heavy snowstorm, arrows should be useless, so why don't you come out and fight. Whoever wins will live, and whoever loses will die!"

As soon as he said this, a figure rushed out from the wind and snow.

I don't know if it was to match the white snow, but this group of killers didn't wear the iconic black shirts, but all wore white, even the cloth covering their faces was white, almost blending into the snow. When Zhuier saw someone really rushing out, she subconsciously blocked in front of her young lady, opened her hands, and shouted loudly: "No one is allowed to hurt my young lady!"

But who can take care of a maid like her? Their target is Miss Ye Si, and no one is willing to waste energy distributing swords to maids.

Ye Wenyan pushed Zhuier hard and lowered his voice and said, "Stay away. You're helping me by not getting involved. Protect yourself as much as possible. I'll need you to carry me home later. If something happens to you, we'll be finished."

After she finished speaking, she ignored Zhuier and rushed forward to engage in a fight with those men in white.

The killer started fighting without saying a word, using all his brutal moves, every move was fatal.

The head of the Xuanmai Ye family not only relies on spiritual power, but also on the ancient martial arts she learned since childhood. However, although her ancient martial arts are good, they cannot make up for her weak body. Although her moves can deter the enemy to a certain extent, they cannot cause substantial damage. The white-clothed man soon discovered that the fourth lady Ye's moves were all fancy moves. She was weak and powerless, and her moves could not kill them at all. So he simply stopped dodging and attacked directly against her moves. He didn't care even if he was hit by her palm or scratched on the neck by her nails.

After all, no one would care about a soft pat from her, and no one would care about a mere scratch on the neck.

Seeing the enemy approaching Ye Wenyan step by step, Zhuier sat on the ground and cried breathlessly. But she didn't dare to make a sound, so she just found a tree to hide herself. The young lady knew kung fu, but she didn't know anything else. If she went forward, she would only cause trouble for the young lady. She had to survive. Only by surviving could she carry the young lady back and let the young lady live to avenge herself.

In fact, Ye Wenyan's ancient martial arts are very powerful. Although there are more than a dozen enemies, if she is in normal condition, these dozen people are really not enough for her to fill her teeth.

But she was not in her normal state at the moment. Not only was she not normal, she was also so weak that she could barely stand a single blow. The enemies rushed forward in waves, slashing her body with one blow after another. She had tried her best to dodge, but still couldn't dodge in time.

But the enemy didn't gain any advantage. No one knew what her soft palm strikes meant, and no one knew that the nails that cut through the surface of their skin were deadly weapons.

The wound was not fatal, but the poison hidden in the nail crevices was fatal. That was the life-saving trick she had prepared for herself in the past few days, a peerless poison she had learned from the Bai family in her previous life.

The poison is made from a poisonous vein and no one in the world can detoxify it. Unless the person who poisoned the person has compassion, the person will surely die from the poison.

In the previous life, the descendants of the five veins had a close relationship and taught each other many unique skills. Ah Ran studied medicine with Ah Heng, and combined the poison vein formation to create her own needle formation. She learned poison from Ah Ran, and countless ancient prescriptions were clearly remembered in her mind. She once integrated the poison technique into her own technique, and the mysterious technique also brought the power of poison.

The fifteenth of every month is her weakest day, so she has had this habit since her previous life. She carries poison with her and hides it between her fingernails in case of emergency.

Today, she just happened to use it, but she didn't expect such a critical situation. Even though she had tried her best to fight the enemy in close combat and then deliver the poison into the enemy's body, the enemy's damage to her was too great. In addition to the countless wounds all over her body, there was also a knife wound that went directly through her left shoulder.

The knife entered her left shoulder, but was immediately pulled back by the opponent. Blood gushed out like a column, almost causing her to lose all consciousness.

Fortunately, the enemies also began to take effect of the poison at this time, and fell one after another. By the time the last person took effect of the poison, the man's knife was already on her neck. A bloody cut was made on her fair neck. If the force was a little stronger, her head would have been lost.

Fortunately, everything was still in time. When the knife cut over, the man was also severely poisoned. His eyes bulged outward and he fell in front of her with an unbelievable look on his face.

She also fell down, right next to that man. She could see the man's expression at the moment of his death, and she could also see blood flowing from all his orifices, all black blood.

Zhuier ran over crying and hugged her tightly. She vaguely saw a figure running away in the distance, not in white, but in a blue robe. It was a pity that she didn't kill all the witnesses, nor did she catch any alive. She didn't even have the strength to chase him. She could only sit in the snow, leaning on Zhuier, breathing intermittently.

She was so tired that her lungs were about to explode, and there was no place on her body that didn't hurt, especially the place where the knife had been inserted in her left shoulder, which hurt so much that she wanted to faint but couldn't.

Zhuier cried and tried to stop the bleeding wound on her shoulder with her hands, but the blood seeped through her clothes and flowed out. She asked again and again: "Miss, what should we do?"

Ye Wenyan finally had the strength to speak, and told her in a hoarse voice: "Don't cry, I'm not dead yet, save your strength to carry me back to Beijing." As he spoke, he took the silver bell off his wrist and said, "Take this well, don't lose it, show it to the soldiers guarding the city when you get to Lin'an. If they don't recognize it, you can report the name of Yunchen from the Imperial Observatory, and the soldiers will let us in if nothing goes wrong."

"Okay." Zhuier nodded, "Then what? After we enter the city, should we go home or go straight to the clinic to see a doctor?"

"We're not going home, nor to the clinic. Let's go to the palace." She really didn't have the strength to talk for a while and had to take a break. "Let's go to Yanhua Palace and find the Emperor." After saying this, she couldn't stand it any longer, her head tilted, and she fainted...

The Ye family's convoy entered the outer city before the city gates were closed, but failed to reach the inner city before they were closed. It was only when Ye Jingsheng brought up the old general's name to argue that the officers and soldiers reluctantly opened the gates.

Ye Jingsheng was very dissatisfied with this, thinking that his dignity as a third-rank general had been challenged, and he cursed all the way back from the city gate to the gate of Ye Mansion. As a result, when he got off the car, he found that there was already a carriage parked in the snow at the gate of the mansion, quietly waiting for them...