The besties traveled through the book together, and the prince and general became abandoned husbands

A thin sword pierced through the little emperor's thin chest and nailed him to the tattered wide chair.

The Queen Mother tightly grasped the thin sword that had pierced the little emperor's body, staring at him crazily, as if she had gone mad, and kept muttering:

“Die! Die!

You all go to hell!"

The little emperor opened his mouth and blood gushed out from his chin.

Blood foam splattered, and his pale face was coated with a layer of bluish-white deathly aura.

Xu Junjun's pupils trembled violently, and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

She wanted to get up and push the Queen Mother away, but she tried twice and couldn't get up.

Jun Xiaochen cut off the head of the last assassin with a sword. When he turned around and saw this scene, his face changed drastically.

"Your Majesty, Jun'er."

Jun Xiaochen flew forward and cut off the Queen Mother's hands holding the thin sword with one sword.

With a scream, two severed arms flew into the air.

Xu Junjun's cheeks turned hot, and her eyelashes and cheeks were stained with blood.

"Drag her out!"

Jun Xiaochen kicked the empress dowager away. The woman with broken arms vomited blood in mid-air, flew out of the cold palace and landed in the courtyard with a thud. She rolled and hit a thick red pillar on the side, and vomited blood again.

Wei Dong saw the situation in the palace clearly and broke out in a cold sweat. While going out to deal with the empress dowager, he immediately ordered someone to invite the patriarch of the Shen clan.

"Xu, Sister Xu...

Uncle Wang."

Enduring the severe pain in his chest, the little emperor reached out to Xu Junjun and Jun Xiaochen.

Xu Junjun almost crawled over and was helped by Jun Xiaochen before standing in front of the little emperor. She trembled and held his blood-stained hand tightly.

"Little Emperor, I'm here, I'm here.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here.

I can find a way, I will definitely find a way."

Xu Junjun fell into a state of disorder.

She could no longer hear any sounds from the outside world, nor could she sense where she was.

She could only see the sword on the little emperor's chest and the wound on his chest that was bleeding.

She stood in front of the little emperor at a loss, not realizing that she had been supported by Jun Xiaochen to keep her footing.

Xu Junjun's face was filled with tears. The little emperor forced a smile and looked at her and Jun Xiaochen, whose eyes were red.

"Xu. Sister, don't worry, I, I'm not hurt.

Uncle Wang, I'm sorry to trouble you again.

In this life, I am very happy to meet you.

I hope, I hope we can meet again in the next life.

Uncle Wang, I leave Tianqi, Tianqi to you."

The little emperor was breathing out more than in, his breath getting weaker and weaker. His eyes were about to close. Xu Junjun clenched his hand in panic and fear:

"Don't sleep, don't sleep.

Little emperor, hold on a little longer, the doctor will be here soon.

Doctor, doctor!

There is an antidote and an antidote...

Jun Xiaochen, please ask the patriarch of the Shen clan to come over.

The Queen Mother placed the antidote in a candlestick in her bedroom, and she just asked the eunuch to get it.

Send someone to chase them quickly."

Xu Junjun burst into tears, turned around and grabbed Jun Xiaochen, not knowing what she was saying.

Jun Xiaochen held Xu Junjun's shoulders and said in a hoarse voice:

“Jun’er, Jun’er.

Don't worry, Weidong has sent someone to invite the leader of the Shen clan.

Calm down and don't lose your composure."

Xu Junjun's eyes were empty and her face was numb.

Yes, she couldn't mess around, she still had to take the little emperor's pulse.

Xu Junjun reached out and grabbed the little emperor's arm, and pressed her trembling fingertips on the little emperor's pulse, but after taking his pulse, Xu Junjun found that she couldn't calm down at all.

She couldn't even feel the little emperor's pulse.

Xu Junjun is going crazy.

Tears washed away the blood and black ash on her face. Xu Junjun felt a sharp pain in her throat and was choked with sobs, unable to speak.

When the old patriarch of the Shen clan was dragged over by his personal guards, his face was red with anger.

When they reached the gate of the cold palace, the old clan leader pushed aside his guards and jumped up in anger:

"You little bastard, do you know what it means to respect the elderly and love the young?

Every piece of cloth and every bell on my body are treasures of the Shen clan!

If you break it, can you afford to pay for it?"

The guards were getting angry:

"Master Patriarch, please hurry up. The Emperor is seriously injured. It will be troublesome if you are late."

The personal guards were directed by Wei Dong to ask for help. They only knew that the emperor was injured, but did not know the specific situation. However, seeing the old patriarch Shen staggering with every step, they wanted to grab him by the collar and carry him in directly.

"I know, I know, I'll go right away.

Stop pushing me!

The old patriarch agreed impatiently and quickened his pace as he walked into the deserted cold palace.

Wei Dong was guarding the courtyard. When the old patriarch appeared, he quickly stepped forward to greet him, his tone tense:

“Master Patriarch, the emperor was stabbed in the chest.

The master and Miss Xu are extremely anxious right now, please go in and take a look."

Hearing the sword thrust into his chest, the carefree expression on the Shen clan leader's face instantly disappeared, and he began to jump again:

“How did you do that?

How could he allow his own emperor to be injured in the palace?

Do you know that if the injury is too serious, the emperor will not be able to use medicine tomorrow!

What is Jun Xiaochen doing? !

Are you all trash?!"

When he got angry, the chief of the Shen clan called Jun Xiaochen's name directly and scolded Wei Dong loudly, as if he was the little emperor he had stabbed.

Wei Dong didn't care about being scolded, he just pulled the leader of the Shen clan and walked inside.

The chief of the Shen tribe walked too fast and didn't pay attention to his feet, and almost tripped over the stone steps. He was so angry that he felt that the divination he had made before coming to the imperial capital was very accurate.

There are dangers all around and it is uncertain when to return home.

A very bad hexagram.

Judging from Jun Xiaochen's stubborn and stubborn character, he doesn't know how long he will have to stay in the imperial capital this time!

The old patriarch of the Shen clan was secretly angry, but as soon as he stepped into the cold palace, he stumbled, and the slightly cloudy old eyes under his white eyebrows showed shock and disbelief.

Jun Xiaochen supported Xu Junjun and stood in front of the little emperor. He turned to look at the old patriarch, his eyes filled with pain.

"Do you have any idea?"

There were at least eight thousand people who died at Jun Xiaochen's hands. He fought in the battlefield and died on the battlefield. He knew the human body best and knew which parts of the body could be fatal with one blow.

The thin sword pierced through the little emperor's heart, and blood gushed out. Jun Xiaochen knew very well what the result would be.

Can……

What if.

The presence of the person beside him reminded him that life is not just about life and death.

Maybe there will be a miracle.

Jun Xiaochen looked expectantly at Patriarch Shen Lao, who quickly walked up to the little emperor.

The little emperor had fallen into a coma, and the old patriarch knew he was not well after feeling his pulse.

Remembering the Guyuan Soup that the little emperor had been drinking in the past two days, the old patriarch hurriedly took out a palm-sized wooden box from his arms, took out the longan-sized pills inside, broke half of them into pieces and poured them into the little emperor's mouth.

Then, he looked at the thin sword that pierced the little emperor's heart.

Seeing this, the old patriarch took a deep breath and shook his head.

The sharp sword pierced his heart, and he was injured like this. Even the God of Medicine could not save him.

It’s better to prepare for the funeral as soon as possible.