Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

The young eunuch bowed and left after receiving the order.

The others followed orders and quickly carried the couch from the side hall to the main hall.

Let Jiang Zhiyi lie on it.

Mu Qian gave Cheng Xiao a seat again and opened the book on the imperial desk in front of him to read.

He's not in a hurry anyway.

He's not his son, so if anyone is anxious, it should be that old bastard Right Prime Minister.

Thinking of this, Mu Qian looked up at Cheng Xiao who was sitting upright.

Humph, everyone says that General Cheng is loyal and upright.

Now it seems that it is just like that.

Guan knows how to flatter.

He was flattering the powerful right prime minister.

He had heard of Jiang Zhiyi.

The youngest son of the Right Prime Minister.

The old man Jiang Zheng raised a good eldest son astray and had high hopes for his youngest son.

Unexpectedly, the younger son also did not like power and was busy fighting and killing all day long.

When he was twelve years old, he followed Cheng Xiao to the border to fight.

Jiang Zheng was almost mad to death.

I didn't expect this kid to be so talented.

In two years, he was promoted from a small soldier to a small general.

He is quite a legend among the soldiers.

It’s just that God is jealous of talented people!

Mu Qian glanced again at Jiang Zhiyi, who was lying on the stretcher, her face so pale that it was even paler than the fine rice paper in his hand.

I shook my head.

It’s hard to live if you exhale more than inhale!

Soon, the imperial doctors came in one after another.

After a while of busy work, Imperial Physician Zhong knelt down with an embarrassed look on his face:

"Your Majesty, I am incompetent. The young general was shot through the head by an arrow and has been in a state of disarray for over a month. I'm afraid it will be difficult to treat him."

Snapped……

A scroll was thrown down.

Mu Qian frowned and said coldly: "What's the point of raising you? You can't cure anything..."

The imperial doctors were so frightened that they almost knocked their heads to the ground and couldn't get up.

Doctor Zhong: "Your Majesty, this is unjust. I said it's difficult to treat! I didn't say it would definitely kill you."

"General Jiang fought for me on the battlefield, and the Right Prime Minister stabilized the court for me.

You say you can't cure it, so I'll cure it. If you can't cure it, I'll chop off all your heads."

After another fit of anger, Mu Qian finally moved from his seat.

He brushed his robe and walked slowly towards the soft couch where Jiang Zhiyi was lying.

"I'll just watch from here. You guys give me your best treatment."

A group of imperial doctors were busy again.

Jiang Zheng stood at the head of all officials and waited in front of the Xuanwu Gate.

Hold your head high and look at everything with your chin down.

Today his sons return to the court, let's see who dares to say that his two sons are not doing their jobs properly.

Yi'er is only of age this year.

A young general of this age would be a brilliant man and would be recorded in history no matter which dynasty he was in.

In a few years, my son will be able to be promoted to the position of General of Cavalry.

One of them is a scholar and the other is a warrior. It is just around the corner that the Jiang family will be second to none!

Thinking of this, Jiang Zheng became even more dismissive of everyone.

The palace gate was majestic, and a young eunuch hurried out.

He walked past all the officials and bowed to Jiang Zheng.

Then whisper a few words in his ear.

Jiang Zheng's face changed and he left in a hurry.

"Son!"

"My poor child..."

Before he even entered the hall, his miserable cries were heard inside.

Mu Qian frowned.

He knew that this old man was going to cause trouble.

I'm really getting old and confused.

Her son wasn't dead yet, but she started crying.

Depressed!

He reminded her in a displeased and cold voice: "Prime Minister Jiang, the young general can't stand the noise right now, so stop crying."

After saying that, he glanced at the young man lying on the couch.

The boy has delicate eyebrows and eyes, and his beauty is breathtaking even with his eyes closed.

Because of being in a coma for more than a month, his skin was pale.

The whole person looks like a crystal clear porcelain doll.

It breaks when touched.

Looking at the frail young man, Mu Qian felt more and more that Jiang Zheng was an old and worthless person.

The more you live, the more you go backwards.

Even though the person didn't die, he cried to death.

Jiang Zheng shut up in time.

Looking at Jiang Zhiyi lying on the couch, tears streamed down his face.

He opened his mouth and wanted to cry out: Son, how could you bear to let your father die young...

He was shot back by Mu Qian's sharp eyes.

The sweat on Doctor Zhong's forehead soaked a handkerchief, and he didn't dare to stop for a moment.

At first he could sense the perfunctory tone in the emperor's words.

The general meaning is that if you can save them, save them; if you can't, don't save them.

But now he felt that the emperor really had the guts to chop off his heart if he didn't rescue the person?

Is it because Jiang Xiang came over? It's hard to be perfunctory?

The silver needles were pulled out from Jiang Zhiyi's body one by one.

He also poured the special bamboo strips of medicine prepared by the medicine boy into Jiang Zhiyi's mouth.

Doctor Zhong knelt down and replied:

"Your Majesty, the young general's heart has been stabilized.

"Young General, you are blessed by heaven, and your life will not be in danger."

As he said this, he broke out in a cold sweat.

In fact, there is a 90% chance that he will not wake up.

But he didn't dare to say it.

Hearing what Doctor Zhong said, Mu Qian felt a little irritated.

This bunch of good-for-nothings actually used this common rhetoric to trick him into coming.

"get out!"

He waved his hand, knowing that these doctors had done their best.

"Your Majesty, you must save Yi'er."

After the imperial physician left, the hall returned to silence.

Jiang Zheng hugged Mu Qian's legs and knelt down with a thud.

Mu Qian: ...old bastard.

"My dear, what are you doing?

General Jiang devoted his life to the Mu Kingdom and was injured while protecting our territory from invasion.

I will definitely do my best to save him."

Kick the person on your legs away without leaving any trace.

Immortal.

Now he knew to beg him for help, and he specifically opposed him in the court.

Mu Qian returned to the imperial desk and sat down, issuing the order to expel him:

"My two beloved ministers, please go back. General Jiang will stay here with me.

Do not worry.

I will definitely ask the Imperial Hospital to use the best medicine."

Jiang Zhengwei cried a few times in grievance, then bowed and retreated.

When passing by Cheng Xiao, she gave him a fierce look.

Humph, if anything happens to his son, his Jiang family and the Cheng family will be irreconcilable!

"What else does Mr. Cheng want?"

Mu Qian spoke unhappily.

How come he only realized today that Cheng Xiao was so shameless?

I've been told to leave, why are you still hanging around here?

"Your Majesty, I want to stay with the young general until he wakes up before leaving."

Cheng Xiao said stubbornly.

Now that the Right Prime Minister has returned home, Hanyi will definitely know that his brother is injured and unconscious.

He was a little afraid to face it.

It would be better to make amends and wait here for Jiang Zhiyi to wake up.

This is also a way to fulfill my promise.

"Hmm?" Mu Qian snorted coldly, "I said I would definitely bring him back to life. General Cheng, do you not believe me?"

The air pressure around him dropped, and it was obvious that he was angry because of Cheng Xiao's tactlessness.

Imperial power cannot be despised, let alone questioned!

Cheng Xiao knew that she had already made Mu Qian unhappy and did not dare to disobey him again.

"I dare not. I will take my leave!"

Bow and go out.

It was obvious that Mu Qian had detained Jiang Zhiyi here.

The emperor's mind is unpredictable, and he dared not guess what Mu Qian was thinking.

The only thing we know is that as long as the Right Prime Minister is still alive, Mu Qian should not have any bad intentions towards Jiang Zhiyi.

Everyone left and Mu Qian sat next to Jiang Zhiyi.

She stretched out a finger and poked his face.

It was just as delicate as I imagined.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as fragile as a baby's.

Will the enemy be deceived if she goes to the battlefield with such a charming face?

Will I lose consciousness?