The poisonous concubine is very arrogant, making the crippled king blush and his heart beat fast

Yunying said blankly, "Did you see that? The tiger trembled when he saw her, but he still listened to her orders!"

Yun Jian: "I'm not blind. Let's go quickly. What if a tiger attacks us?"

The two men came to their senses and chased after him.

Yun Ying said to Wen Jingyun, who was resisting stubbornly, "Don't worry, I will also pick up your bones and burn some extra paper money for you."

"Fuck you!" Wen Jingyun was suddenly distracted and the tiger bit his calf. "Ah... Help... Help...!"

Jiang Mengli and others ignored it and continued to go outside, and soon appeared at the entrance of the fence.

The bloody figure in his arms instantly attracted everyone's attention, and the emperor and Prince Jing stood up in shock.

Prince Jing pretended to be concerned and asked, "Ninth brother is injured. It looks quite serious. What happened?"

Yun Jian immediately said, "Ning..."

"It's okay, nothing serious." Jiang Mengli didn't understand what Yun Jian said and interrupted him, "Don't worry Your Majesty and Prince Jing, you can continue. My husband is not as skilled as others, so I will go ahead."

Without waiting for the emperor and others to speak, she just left with the person in her arms in full view of everyone.

Many people sighed, even though he was covered in blood, he still said it was no big deal.

The Queen Mother suddenly called out to her, "Wait a minute, how did he get hurt? He looks seriously injured."

I felt a little uneasy. Logically, Wen Jingyun and the others should have come out, but there was no sign of them yet.

Jiang Mengli paused, turned back and sighed deeply, "He overestimated his own abilities and wanted to hunt a group of tigers, and this is what happened."

When everyone heard this, they understood instantly.

This injury was actually caused by a tiger!

Even people with healthy limbs would not dare to hunt tigers easily.

Not only did he have difficulty walking, but he also dared to fight a group of tigers. The fact that he didn't die shows how powerful he is.

While the Queen Mother frowned in confusion, Jiang Mengli continued, "Oh, Prince Ning also wants to challenge himself and see how strong his abilities are. He's currently fighting a tiger with a group of female attendants."

"Prince Ning is a man of great martial arts, courage, and strategy. He is a leader among the younger generation. This time, he will surely be able to hunt down eight or ten tigers and take first place."

The Queen Mother: “!!”

emperor:"!!"

Prince Jing: “!!”

Lin Moer stood up and clapped her hands happily, "Brother Jingyun is so amazing that he can actually fight a group of tigers."

As soon as she finished speaking, Princess Jing raised her hand and slapped her in the face, "Idiot! Why don't you go and save them!?"

At this time, Prince Jing reacted and hurriedly said, "Come quickly, rescue them, quickly, quickly!"

The Jinyiwei immediately headed towards the hunting ground.

Jiang Mengli looked at the Jinyiwei's mighty team, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. "Humph! If they don't die, they will be crippled."

Wen Mohan's face was as pale as paper, cold sweat soaked the hair on his forehead, there were two scratches on his cheeks, and his clothes were torn.

The front of his shirt was in tatters, revealing his slightly heaving, firm chest.

He opened his eyes slightly and said in a weak voice, "Why did you save me?"

Jiang Mengli rolled her eyes at him, "Because I don't want to sleep in a double coffin! You jump into the pit someone else dug. Are you stupid, or are you just overconfident?"

The man in her arms was still trembling slightly with pain, and she had no intention of staying there any longer. After getting into the carriage, she asked Yun Jian to speed up.

At this time, the Jinyiwei had already arrived at the place where the tigers were, and the air was filled with an oppressive and unpleasant smell of blood.

When the arrow was shot, the tiger felt a sense of danger and quickly ran away.

Although they are animals, they know that they are no match for numbers, and there are also tigers that are shot because they run too slowly.

“Jingyun, Jingyun…!” Prince Jing ran over frantically, searching through the grass for the figure.

He was soon found on the body of a tiger.

At this moment, Wen Jingyun was covered in wounds and blood. His left leg was broken and only connected by a layer of skin.

Mu He's condition was not much better. His face had been scratched and there was a piece of flesh missing from his cheek. He was unrecognizable and covered in blood.

Three fingers on my left hand were missing, it was a horrible sight.

Wen Jingyun was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He pulled Prince Jing with difficulty and said, "Dad, save... save me, I don't... want to die..."

After saying that, he fainted.

Prince Jing's head was buzzing. He couldn't believe that his son, who was so lively a moment ago, had become like this.

"Someone, hurry... quickly carry him out and let the imperial physician treat him!"

Soon someone brought two stretchers and carried the two people out of the place.

There was always an imperial physician accompanying every hunting competition.

Those who participated in the competition were all children of aristocratic families, so injuries were inevitable. With the imperial physician present, the injuries could be treated immediately.

When Wen Jingyun was carried into the venue, many people thought he was dead.

When Princess Jing saw this, her eyes rolled back and she fainted, and the Queen Mother turned extremely pale.

The imperial physician began to treat Wen Jingyun, cleaning the wound, disinfecting it, and stopping the bleeding...

Prince Jing stood aside, feeling extremely anxious. “Can his legs be saved?”

The imperial physician sighed deeply, shook his head, and said, "It cannot be saved. If you want to save your life, you must remove the leg now. Your Highness, please go out and wait."

Wen Jingyun's condition was very critical, and four imperial doctors were treating him.

The condition of his leg was serious, and Prince Jing knew that there was no way he could save it. He walked out of the tent with a feeling of heartache.

I used to think Wen Mohan’s situation was very miserable, but I didn’t expect his son to be even worse off.

The Ya Ting Garden of Prince Yu's Mansion.

Jiang Mengli opened the medicine box, took out a pair of scissors and cut off all of Wen Mohan's clothes. When she was cutting his pants, he held her hand and asked, "What are you...doing?"

The pain had left him with no strength left, and he felt so weak that he seemed to be dying.

Jiang Mengli took his hand away and said unhappily, "You don't think I'm interested in your broken body right now, do you? How hungry am I?"

"I have no appetite for a bloody, torn body. You're covered in wounds, with your thighs being the worst. How can I heal you if I don't cut your pants off?"

Wen Mohan was a little embarrassed, and he stubbornly argued, "I...I didn't mean that. I was just worried that you might get impatient and poke your flesh with the scissors."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mengli just smiled softly and continued to cut his pants.

Soon after, the man was lying naked on the bed, with a handkerchief covering his legs.

Ben's pale face turned red at this moment, and his hands, not knowing where to put them, tightly grasped the bed sheets.

Jiang Mengli frowned and looked at the root of her thigh. A piece of flesh was flying off, and there were deep teeth marks in other places.

She took out a virus-killing potion and applied it to the wound. "It hurts a lot, just bear it with your teeth."

Ahhhhhhh

Wen Mohan clenched his teeth, letting out a suppressed sound from his throat. His legs trembled in pain, and veins bulged on his hands that were tightly gripping the bed sheets.

In order to relieve his pain, Jiang Mengli blew on the wound with her mouth while dripping medicine, and dripped the medicine all over his head and toes.

"Your mouth is numb, but you have to bear with it. Some wounds need to be sutured. They use a needle to pierce the skin and flesh, just like sewing clothes."

It hurts just to hear it.

She looked at the man and found that his lips had been bitten until they bled, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red and a little moist.

The more I look at him, the more I feel like he's about to break, which makes me feel so sad.

"Are you crying because of the pain?" Jiang Mengli gently took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes. "You look so pitiful. I suddenly remembered that I have anesthetic powder."

Anesthetic powder, you just said you have anesthetic powder now!

It must be intentionally not used!

Wen Mohan's eyes became even redder with anger after hearing this, but he was helpless and simply looked away from her.

Jiang Mengli kissed the corner of his eye and coaxed him softly, "Don't cry, don't cry. I will definitely not forget to give you the anesthetic powder next time."