Your Majesty is happy [rebirth]

Xiao Chuqian's reaction was very quick. When the masked assassin's sword was stabbing towards him, he drew out the sword he carried with him to block it, and at the same time jumped up, gave up his horse and jumped onto Ling Qiyou's horse in an instant. Hold him by the waist and steer him sideways to avoid a sword that is stabbing at him.

Ling Qiyou was completely stunned, as if he hadn't recovered from the sudden change from the sky at all, the sword in Xiao Chuqian's hand had already crossed his face and helped him to deflect the sword again, Ling Qiyou turned his head sideways, and out of the corner of his eye Seeing that there was a bright red and glaring blood on his arm, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart tightened.

The sound of crackling swords and swords was endless, no matter how strong Xiao Chuqian was, he couldn't deal with more than a dozen people, and he had to protect Ling Qiyou in his arms all the time, and both of them were picked off the horse within two strokes, and Ling Qiyou was thrown off the horse. Xiao Chuqian was hit by severe pain when he fell to the ground, but when he looked up, he saw that the sharp sword of the person in front of him was stabbing at the back of Xiao Chuqian who was holding him and was still swinging the sword to help him block the attack in front, and subconsciously blurted out: "Don't——!"

Fortunately, the next moment, the rescuers came. It was those hidden guards who had been following Ling Qiyou at a distance. The sword that was stabbing at Xiao Chuqian was thrown away. Before Ling Qiyou could breathe a sigh of relief, Xiao Chuqian suddenly turned around again. Hugging him, he rolled on the ground a few times, avoiding the swords that were constantly pointed at them, and another cut was made on his thigh.

The dark guards swarmed up, protected them in the middle, and started a desperate fight with the assassin.

Xiao Chuqian struggled and wanted to stand up, but was pulled down by Ling Qiyou: "You are injured..."

His voice was trembling when he spoke, his eyes were staring blankly at his bleeding thighs, he seemed to have lost his soul, and in the end he was hugged tightly by Xiao Chuqian, to be exact, it was Xiao Chuqian who suddenly fell Fell on top of him, passed out.

Ling Qiyou opened his eyes wide in shock, and hugged him tightly: "What's wrong with you?!"

All the assassins had been dealt with, but none of them survived. They all wiped their necks by themselves. Ling Qiyou held Xiao Chuqian in his arms for a long time before recovering from the stupefaction. He immediately ordered someone to pull the carriage and knocked him unconscious. Xiao Chuqian, who had passed by, got into the car, left someone behind to deal with the aftermath, and then ordered the horse to hurry back to the city.

Xiao Chuqian's wound had already turned black, and he was poisoned again. Ling Qiyou flipped through his clothes in a hurry. Xiao Chuqian said before that he would bring antidote pills with him, although he didn't know what kind of poison it was this time. He couldn't think of any other way.

Finally, he took out the pill from his arms, Ling Qiyou grabbed it and stuffed it into Xiao Chuqian's mouth, but he couldn't swallow the medicine when it was delivered to his mouth, Ling Qiyou broke his heart after trying several times She bent down, put the tip of her tongue into his mouth and gave him the medicine.

Xiao Chuqian was still in a coma and did not wake up. Ling Qiyou stared at him in a daze, his heart fluttered and he couldn't calm down at all. At this moment, even he himself didn't know what he was thinking. He used to wish he could almost kill him, but This time, just seeing him injured, bleeding, and poisoned in front of him, Ling Qiyou felt as if his heart was being grabbed by someone, almost out of breath.

This feeling is very bad, but it is completely out of his rational control.

After the car entered the city, Ling Qiyou took a look at Xiao Chuqian's injured leg and arm. Although he had simply bandaged it with the cloth strips torn from his clothes just now, it was still dripping with blood, so he hurriedly ordered someone to come down first. I went to preach to the imperial physician, after thinking about it, I stopped the person and changed my mind: "It's better not to pass on the imperial physician, and send someone to Li Palace to call for King Xuan to come, and keep quiet."

Afterwards, he did not return to the palace, but took Xiao Chuqian back to his mansion.

Hearing the news, Ling Jing came quickly with Shen Lexin, Ling Qiyou didn't care about explaining to them, but said to Shen Lexin: "Show him, he is injured, and there is poison on the sword, I have already given it to you." He has fed the pills he carried on his body, and I don't know if it works..."

Shen Lexin nodded, and walked to the bedside to see Xiao Chuqian.

Ling Qiyou just stood aside and watched without speaking, with his lips tightly pressed together, staring at Shen Lexin's movements without blinking.

Ling Jing stood with his arms folded, he had enough confidence in Shen Lexin's medical skills, so he didn't worry that Xiao Chuqian would not be able to save him, but now his attention was on Ling Qiyou, the little emperor's eyes were red His eyes are full of worry, but he doesn't seem to notice it yet?

Thinking back that Xiao Chuqian was injured and poisoned when he blocked Ling Qiyou's sword in the palace, Ling Qiyou's performance was quite calm at that time, but now, he looks completely panicked...

After all, that guy Xiao Chuqian became the little emperor's Achilles' heel, no matter from which aspect.

Ling Jing sighed softly, it was really a bad relationship.

Shen Lexin fiddled with Xiao Chuqian for a while, and slowly frowned. Seeing his expression, Ling Qiyou finally couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with him? What kind of poison is it in?"

Shen Lexin shook her head, did not answer, stared at Xiao Chuqian's face for a while, finally stretched out her hand, and patted his face forcefully.

Ling Qiyou was stunned, but Xiao Chuqian finally opened his eyes, his eyes flickered back and forth with a smile, Shen Lexin snorted lightly: "Do you want to continue pretending?"

"Pretending?" Ling Jing asked him, "Is he pretending?"

Shen Lexin said speechlessly: "The sword is poisonous, but the poison is very common, the wound on his body is not deep, it is not enough to make him unconscious, not to mention that His Majesty gave him antidote. "

Being exposed all of a sudden, Xiao Chuqian smiled more and more awkwardly, and carefully looked at Ling Qiyou, but saw that his expression had already darkened.

"Are you pretending?"

"I……"

As much worried as before, now he is so angry now, Ling Qiyou turned around and left, Xiao Chuqian was so shocked that he didn't care whether his leg was really injured, he climbed out of bed in a panic and wanted to chase after him, but Shen Lexin held him down with one hand : "Don't move, you're going to die, you're still moving around after bleeding so much, do you still want your life?"

Although Xiao Chuqian's wound was not deep, it was in a place with many blood vessels, and a lot of blood flowed out.

Ling Qiyou who had already reached the door stopped because of these words, Xiao Chuqian hurriedly said: "Qi You, don't go..."

"Your Majesty, do you have any idea who those assassins are?"

The person who asked the question was Ling Jing, Ling Qiyou hesitated for a moment, turned around, looked at him, and asked back: "What do you think?"

"Your Majesty should know it well." Ling Jing said with a smile.

"Why not a Southern barbarian?"

Ling Jing smiled and shook her head: "If it is really an assassin from the Nanman, the target of the assassination should be His Majesty, but today His Majesty should be out of the palace with others so that few people know about it? He specially guarded Xiao Chuqian every day. Sitting on the mountain road that must be passed by the military camp every day is obviously aimed at him, and I must have figured out that he likes to walk alone..."

Ling Qiyou remained silent. In fact, even if Ling Jing didn't say anything, he knew it in his heart. The only people he knew about leaving the palace with Ling Jing were his cronies. Those people obviously didn't come after him. If it wasn't a coincidence that he followed Xiao Chuqian today, If Xiao Chuqian confronted those dozen or so people by himself, he might really have no way out...

Thinking of this, Ling Qiyou's heart sank involuntarily, and finally looked at Xiao Chuqian who was pressed onto the bed by Shen Lexin to keep him from moving.

Xiao Chuqian smiled flatteringly at him, the complicated look in Ling Qiyou's eyes flickered a few times, his eyes moved to Shen Lexin, and asked him: "How long will it take for his injury to heal?"

"It will take ten days and half a month for flesh and blood injuries to heal."

Ling Qiyou pursed his lips and said, "Go back."

Since Xiao Chuqian couldn't die, Ling Jing and Ling Jing didn't intend to stay here any longer. Before leaving, Shen Lexin reminded Ling Qiyou: "Your Majesty, what you said before..."

Ling Qiyou interrupted him: "Let's talk."

Ling Qiyou is not in the mood to think about this at all right now, Shen Lexin can only forget it, and follow Ling Jing back.

The room fell into silence. After a while, it was Xiao Chuqian who stretched out his hand towards Ling Qiyou and spoke first: "Qi You, come here."

Ling Qiyou hesitated for a moment, seeing his pitiful appearance with his hands and feet entangled, he walked forward, and then he was pulled by him to sit down on the side of the bed, Xiao Chuqian put his arms around his waist, and leaned over Sighing softly in his ear: "Fortunately, you are fine."

Ling Qiyou felt a little uncomfortable, reached out and brushed the cloth wrapped around his thigh, and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

"If you are willing to worry about me, it won't hurt."

"..."

Ling Qiyou turned his eyes away, unwilling to meet his burning gaze.

"I'm going back to the palace."

"...Qi You, for the sake of my injury, can you stay with me?"

Having said that, Xiao Chuqian hugged him tighter with both hands, for fear that he would run away as soon as he let go.

Ling Qiyou leaned against his arms without moving, and let him hold her.

"I'll stay with you, what about the little steamed bun?"

It took him a long time before he opened his mouth, but this time he finally looked at Xiao Chuqian, with a faint smile in his eyes, Xiao Chuqian was stunned at first when he saw such a vivid expression that he hadn't seen for a long time, then he felt depressed again Incomparably, little mantou...he really has no face to be jealous of his son.

And it's already this hour, he hardly needs to think about it, and he knows that the little thing is probably going to lose his voice from crying.

While Xiao Chuqian was in a daze, Ling Qiyou had already stood up and regained his indifferent expression, as if that moment just now was just Xiao Chuqian's illusion.

"You rest, I'm going back."