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"Old man, what do you mean by shaking your head?

What do you mean by shaking your head?

Compared to Jun Xiaochen's grief-stricken calmness, Xu Junjun's reaction was extreme. She grabbed the old patriarch Shen's arm and kept tightening her grip. The force was so great that she almost pulled off the silver chain hanging on the old patriarch's arm.

On normal days, if Xu Junjun had broken the Shen clan's unique silver arm chain, the old Shen clan leader would have been furious.

But now, seeing Xu Junjun's red eyes and tears all over her face, the old patriarch Shen couldn't vent his anger at all. He could only pull his arm back and mutter impatiently:

"What else does it mean? It means that the little emperor is beyond saving.

The sword had pierced his heart. If he drew the sword, he would die. If he didn't draw the sword, he would die. Either way, he would die. There was no other possibility.

What to do next is up to you to decide.

But we have to do it quickly. If we think about it for too long, the poison and excessive bleeding will kill him faster."

Xu Junjun forced herself to calm down, but after listening to the words of the old patriarch of the Shen clan, she found that she was unable to think calmly at all.

Xu Junjun looked at Jun Xiaochen for help, speaking very quickly, but unable to hide her panic:

“There must be a way.

I, I have a lot of medicine in my room, let's take them all and try them.

As long as, as long as I can save my life..."

The sword was aimed at her. If the little emperor hadn't pushed her, she would have been the one pierced through the heart.

Xu Junjun couldn't bear to watch the little emperor die, so she ran out as soon as she finished speaking.

But as soon as she moved her legs, they went limp. If Jun Xiaochen hadn't held her waist, she would have been kneeling straight down on the cold, hard floor.

"Chief Shen, we choose to draw our swords."

Xu Junjun was in no condition to make any decision. Jun Xiaochen supported her and turned back sadly, asking the old patriarch Shen to take action.

"Just tell me what you need to prepare, and I'll go down and make arrangements right away."

The old patriarch of the Shen clan shook his head and sighed:

“He’s in this condition and can’t move.

Have someone clean this place and prepare hot water, needlework, and other supplies.

Find someone else to help me, and I will prepare the rest of the medicine myself."

Jun Xiaochen nodded solemnly:

"I will send someone to take you to the Imperial Hospital."

The little emperor had already fainted. Xu Junjun heard the arrangements made by the old patriarch Shen, wiped away the tears on her face, and said firmly:

"I'll go get ready with you."

One more person means faster preparation.

Now, if we delay for a moment longer, the little emperor will be in greater danger. Xu Junjun can't wait, and neither can the little emperor.

The old clan leader wanted to refuse. Xu Junjun was in the state just now. If he went, he might not be able to help. But when he saw Xu Junjun's tearful face, the old clan leader waved his hand.

"Fine.

Let’s go, let’s go, hurry up and catch up.”

Jun Xiaochen wanted to follow, but Xu Junjun wouldn't let him:

"You stay here and guard him until we come back."

Jun Xiaochen's pain was no less than hers. Xu Junjun understood this and didn't want him to go through the trouble.

just in case.

In case the little emperor cannot be rescued, Jun Xiaochen can stay here and see him more often.

Xu Junjun wiped away the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, turned around and quickly left with the old patriarch Shen.

Wei Dong led his men to wait outside the hall. Jun Xiaochen gave a few cold instructions, and Wei Dong immediately took a dozen personal guards to escort Patriarch Shen and Xu Junjun away.

Outside the cold palace, a human wall has been formed.

Everyone wore cold armor and held long swords in their hands, guarding the abandoned palace in the dark night.

Xu Junjun followed the old patriarch Shen for a long distance, and when she looked back, she saw that the palace that had just taken away her soul seemed like a ghost lurking in the endless land, choosing its prey.

Since they were trying to save lives, Xu Junjun and the old patriarch Shen did not waste any time.

After leaving the cold palace, Xu Junjun finally calmed down and started discussing with the old patriarch of the Shen clan about the hemostatic herbs that would be used later.

Time was running out and there was no time to prepare medicine on site, so the two men went to the Imperial Hospital and asked Weidong to call the Imperial Hospital's order to directly take enough high-quality hemostatic powder.

He asked his personal guards to take the things, and Xu Junjun took all the medicines that the old patriarch Shen had agreed upon when he came, and immediately returned with his men.

The round trip took exactly half an hour.

This is the fastest time that Xu Junjun and Patriarch Shen Lao have achieved through their cooperation.

After returning to the cold palace, Xu Junjun discovered that the number of guards outside had more than doubled. She rushed into the palace. Compared to the dark and dirty beginning, the cold palace was now spotless, completely meeting the cleanliness standards that Patriarch Shen had just mentioned.

The spider webs were gone, as were the corpses and blood. The rotten tables and chairs had all been cleared away. The candlelight that surrounded half of the cold palace would not obstruct their vision no matter how Xu Junjun, Patriarch Shen and others tried to get the sword.

"Jun'er."

Jun Xiaochen had been guarding the little emperor. When Xu Junjun came back, he immediately stepped forward and stared into her eyes with concern.

Xu Junjun forced a smile and comforted him:

"I'm fine. Later, when I go to get the sword from Patriarch Shen, I need you and Weidong to hold the little emperor down. There must be no mistakes."

Jun Xiaochen's gaze was fixed on Xu Junjun's face, with pity, anger, and regret flashing in his eyes, and finally fixed on determination.

"it is good.

If you need me to do anything later, just tell me directly."

The old patriarch of the Shen clan came in breathlessly, took a look inside the hall, and was quite satisfied:

"Well prepared, let's get started."

Warm water and needle and thread were placed aside. The old patriarch Shen rolled up his sleeves, and the silver chain on his arm jingled.

After Xu Junjun soaked his hands in liquor, he looked at the thin young man whose eyes were still closed and urged the old patriarch Shen:

"Move quickly."

She looked calm and numb, like a death row prisoner about to be executed, waiting for the worst outcome.

The old patriarch Shen was barely breathing and said unhappily:

"You little girl, how can my old bones compare with you?

What are you urging!

Let them bring in all the medicine.”

Wei Dong hurried in with the medicine, and under Xu Junjun's instruction, he and Jun Xiaochen soaked their hands in liquor.

Everything was ready. Xu Junjun used scissors to cut the clothes on the little emperor into pieces to ensure that the sewing could be done smoothly.

Now, we finally come to the most important step.

Draw your sword!

Xu Junjun looked at the long sword and asked the old patriarch:

"Do you want to pull it out or should I?"

The old patriarch of the Shen clan shook his head, staring at his head of white hair woven with silver bells, which made a sharp sound like wind chimes:

“You pull it out, you pull it out.

I am old and have no strength to pull it out."

Just kidding, even if the Shen clan is now at peace with the world, it doesn't mean that they don't have to worry about anything.

This is Emperor Tianqi. If he died while drawing the sword, he would not be able to take the blame.

The Shen clan will continue for another thousand years, so as the old clan leader, he has to be cautious.

As the saying goes, it is better to be safe than sorry.

He had to carefully steer the Shen clan's medical ship and not give the strong wind and waves a chance to hit it.

Xu Junjun didn't say much, and stretched out his hand to grasp the sword:

"Then I'll do it."

But just as she stretched out her hand, a large palm stretched out from the side and grasped the silver-white sword hilt accurately.

Then, Xu Junjun heard Jun Xiaochen's steady and powerful voice:

"I come."