Feng Lian Yue Hua Leng

At this time, Huang Qingyue's whole body was already protected by the flute's glow, and when the poisonous weapon approached, the sound of the flute scattered the air and knocked out the hidden weapon.

Hearing the sound of the flute, Chu Fengyu was stunned. At this moment of loss of consciousness, a powerful internal force came over his face, and before he had time to dodge, he took a slap.

"Puff" staggered a few steps, but fortunately Lin Ruoxuan caught him in time.

"Yu'er!"

Lin Ruoxuan beside him said anxiously, Yu'er was too careless, and seemed to be condemned in his heart, but he couldn't hide his concern.

"Pavilion Lord!"

"No problem."

With a weak but still cold voice, Chu Fengyu's eyes narrowed slightly, Huang Qingyue, are you crazy?

Now it is not appropriate to use the treasures of the Xuanyin family anymore, whether it is because of his own internal strength damage, or the place where there are martial artists from various sects of Beihuang, it is not suitable for the scene.

Watching the young man in red get injured and fell, Huang Qingyue felt suffocated in her heart, suppressing the discomfort in her heart, the sound of the flute waved towards Nangong Xiao.

Nangong Xiao felt that the other party's mind was unsteady, and her heart jumped up. Huang Qingyue, does she want to be backlashed?

I wanted to stop the flute player, but I was also injured internally when I was fighting with Chu Fengyu and Lin Ruoxuan just now, I really didn't expect that Chu Fengyu was injured so badly.

Before they had time to think about it, a powerful internal force burst out, and both of them took a few steps back.

"Huang Qingyue!"

Chu Fengyu flew over to help some people who couldn't hold on.

"open."

With a cold voice, Huang Qingyue held on, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of her mouth, but she still persisted.

"Huang Qingyue, you want to fight against me again? Huh?"

Huang Qingyue didn't look at the person beside her who was speaking, but only stared at Nangong Xiao who was also seriously injured on the opposite side.

"Huang Qingyue, stop for me."

At this moment of stalemate, a group of imperial guards suddenly broke in.

"Son!"

Yueying came to the side of the white-clothed boy first, "Young master, it's all because the subordinates came down late and hurt you."

"Ah."

As if powerless, Huang Qingyue left Chu Fengyu's arms and put away the flute.

"It turns out that the Seventh Prince is also here, and it will be easy to find him for a while, but the Emperor has been looking for you."

"Please trouble Eunuch Wei."

Gently replied, the fishy smell in his mouth became stronger and stronger, he slightly frowned his eyebrows, his eyelids became heavier and deeper, and he fell into the darkness.

"My son, my son!"

Yueying quickly supported his master.

"Seven princes?"

Even the Eunuch Wei who was next to him called out anxiously, although the emperor did not particularly love this prince, but like other princes, he must be very concerned about it, so he must not make mistakes.

"Eunuch Wei, forgive me for offending you. Your son is in a very bad situation. Your subordinates will take you back to heal your wounds first."

Yueying leaned forward, supported Huang Qingyue, felt her aura gradually weaken, and was terrified in her heart.

"Okay, okay, take the seventh prince back to the palace quickly, let the imperial doctor take a look, and this old slave will go back and report to the emperor immediately."

Eunuch Wei also said anxiously, for fear of any accident.

Lin Ruoxuan suddenly felt the mood swings of the young man in red beside him, but when he turned his head, he saw a hint of worry hidden in his eyes, which would be hard to find unless he looked carefully, so he clenched his fists.

"Eunuch Wei, what are you doing here today?"

Chu Fengyu faintly threw out a word, which awakened Eunuch Wei who was staring at the young man in white in a daze.

"Chu Shizi was shocked today, the emperor specially asked me to calm the matter, I don't think it's still a step late."

After Eunuch Wei answered respectfully, he lowered his head and began to think.

"Hehe, I see that Eunuch Wei came just in time, neither early nor late."

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he stared coldly at the person in front of him, probably that Huang Beigan was procrastinating on purpose, or just wanted to find out the truth.

"Chu Shizi really knows how to joke. The old slave is old now, and his body is no longer as strong as before, so he walked a little slower. I hope that Chu Shizi will forgive me."