"Ah--!"
Qin Ying's eyes were bloodshot and he roared fiercely.
He had never felt so angry before. The knife that had pierced into Xian'er's heart was like a real knife stabbing into his body. Looking at the gradually pale face of the beautiful woman in his arms, Qin Ying almost lost control.
"Asshole!"
Old Huang was furious and slapped the killer with one palm.
"Don't kill him!"
Qin Ying's last bit of rationality still dominated and roared loudly.
Old Huang's eyes condensed, and the sharp palm wind he exhaled suddenly slapped to the other side. The rockery on the side shattered in an instant and turned into countless rubbles flying.
"I want him to confess the mastermind behind the scenes!"
Qin Ying roared with red eyes, and his violent panting sounded like a wild beast that was about to lose control and go crazy.
Hearing this, the killer almost didn't hesitate at all and made a tongue-biting action.
But Old Huang was faster than him. He appeared in front of him like a ghost, pinched his chin with his palm, and twisted it hard. There was only a click. The killer showed an extremely painful expression on his face, but he couldn't speak. His entire jaw was dislocated.
He broke all his limbs with the tendon-breaking technique, and then Old Huang quickly pressed several acupoints on his body to seal the true energy in his body.
"Send him to the sky prison!" Old Huang snorted coldly.
"Yes!" The guards carried the man and left quickly.
"Your Highness, let me see."
Old Huang looked guilty and held Liu Yunxian's pulse, but his face was solemn.
"I can use my true energy to keep the Ninth Imperial Concubine alive, but it can only last for one hour. If you have anything to say, say it quickly..."
Old Huang sighed deeply, and his old eyes looked at Liu Yunxian's bloody body, full of self-blame.
He was the strongest person present.
But he was assassinated by a killer right under his nose. If Liu Yunxian hadn't blocked the knife, the consequences would be disastrous.
"No! I want her to live, I want her to live!" Qin Ying burst into tears. Even if he was a tough man, he had a tender side. Men don't cry easily, just because they are not sad.
Liu Yunxian stared at him blankly. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten the pain. Her pale face had an indescribable beauty: "Your Highness... are these tears sincere?"
Qin Ying nodded, "Sincerely! I have always been sincere to Xian'er!"
Liu Yunxian's tears flowed out, and blood foam was coughed up from the corners of her mouth, but she said with satisfaction and happiness: "I am satisfied, Xian'er is satisfied."
"Your Highness, listen to me, I am afraid I can't say it anymore..."
She held Qin Ying's hand tightly and smiled sadly: "Actually, I have always been sincere to Xian'er!" I hated His Highness at first... I had to marry him because of family pressure, parents' orders and matchmaker's words. "
"But after marrying His Highness, Xian'er found out that His Highness was so good, he was both talented in literature and martial arts... cough cough... and... he loved Xian'er very much."
"With such a husband, Xian'er has nothing to ask for... but... but, Xian'er is so reluctant... I obviously like His Highness, but I have to die here..."
As she spoke, blood oozed from the corners of her mouth, mixed with tears, and kept rolling down.
"Xian'er."
Qin Ying's eyes were bloodshot, and he wished he could suffer for her. In his life, he had never cried so hard. Feeling the beauty in his arms gradually getting colder, Qin Ying's heart was broken.
"Old Huang, the imperial physician... go and ask for the imperial physician!"
Qin Ying yelled out of control.
"The knife is in my heart, this... this... oh, even the gods can't save me!"
Old Huang was full of sorrow, and finally shook his head.
"What nonsense are you talking about! How can you not save her!"
Qin Ying roared with a ferocious look on his face, "Even if it's the King of Hell, don't think of taking my Xian'er away! Call all the imperial doctors here! Prepare a sharp knife, cotton yarn, alcohol... Hurry! Go!"
Although Old Huang didn't know what Qin Ying wanted to do with all this, he naturally couldn't disobey at this critical moment, so he quickly gave the order.
"Xian'er is in pain... Your Highness, send me away."
"Pull out the knife..." Liu Yunxian whispered softly and slowly closed her eyes.
Qin Ying shook his head like crazy, "I can save you, I have a way, you must believe me, you must believe me!"
As Qin Ying spoke, he picked up Liu Yunxian and rushed out.
He can save her, he can save her.
Qin Ying vaguely felt that although the knife pierced into the heart, it did not really penetrate the heart, and the amount of bleeding was large. It should be that the artery was cut. For the ancients, it might be difficult for gods to save her.
But he was a person who traveled through time from that era of advanced medicine.
Surgery!
Yes, surgery can save her.
"Xian'er can't sleep, you must not sleep... I won't let you die, you are my wife, you can't die if I don't want you to die, we still have a long time, we will love each other until we grow old, did you hear that, Xian'er? I don't want you to die."
Qin Ying ran while shouting loudly, the knife wound on his body had been torn, blood kept flowing out, but he didn't feel any pain at all.
Liu Yunxian couldn't speak, she had fainted.
Qin Ying kicked open the side hall of Tingchao Pavilion and hurriedly put the person on the bed.
Dozens of imperial doctors have arrived, they are all elderly, all carried by the imperial guards, otherwise it would be too late.
When they saw Liu Yunxian on the bed, dozens of old faces fell into deep embarrassment.
"It's impossible to save him."
"Alas, the knife is in his heart. If you pull out the knife, he will die. If you don't pull out the knife, the bleeding will not stop..."
The imperial doctors shook their heads.
As an imperial doctor, his medical skills are naturally excellent, but for this kind of injury, they can only shake their heads and are powerless to do anything.
"Where is the thing I want?" Qin Ying calmed down a little at this time.
"Your Highness, do you think it's suitable?" Old Huang personally brought a knife and cotton yarn, but no alcohol.
There was only a jar of strong liquor.
"I really don't know what alcohol is..." Old Huang lowered his head, full of guilt and a little afraid to look at Qin Ying.
Asking Old Huang to find medical alcohol is really embarrassing for him.
It's impossible in this era.
"Okay, imperial doctor, help me, I want to operate on Xian'er." Qin Ying said quickly, then took the knife to test the sharpness, and then disinfected it with strong liquor.
"Operation?"
"What is surgery, have you heard of it?"
The imperial doctors looked at each other in astonishment.
"Old Huang, can you make Xian'er feel no pain?" Old Huang nodded, "I only need to seal a few acupuncture points of the Ninth Imperial Concubine to make her feel no pain." "Okay, hurry up." Qin Ying said hurriedly. He had learned surgical emergency treatment. Although the conditions here are limited, he should be able to save her. A group of imperial doctors looked at Qin Ying in confusion. They had no idea what he was going to do. They all surrounded him with confusion and curiosity. "Go and prepare medicine. What are you looking at!" Qin Ying roared: "Hemostatic medicine, knife wound medicine... prepare any medicine for me." The imperial doctors heard this and dared not hesitate any longer, and they all moved. Tingchao Pavilion was heavily guarded inside and outside. The fighting in the palace had gradually stopped, and all the killers were killed. Most of the palace was dyed red, and the strong blood made people in the palace panic. Wei Zhiyan and the ministers of Wei stood outside Tingchao Pavilion with extremely complicated expressions. "He is still a man of affection and righteousness..." Wei Zhiyan said slowly after a long time.
"In my opinion, he just can't bear to part with the beauty."
An old minister of the Wei Kingdom with five finger marks on his face snorted disdainfully.
He was the old man who was slapped away by Qin Ying.
"That's enough."
Wei Zhiyan shook her head and stopped the other party from talking. Then she dragged her tired body and walked away with a group of ministers.
She was in a complicated mood. Qin Ying could jump into the water to save her without hesitation. Wei Zhiyan never thought of this.
You know, they were enemies not long ago. They were tit-for-tat in literary battles and both wanted to tear each other into pieces.
But Wei Zhiyan had never seen any member of the royal family cry for a woman.
Since ancient times, the imperial family has been a heartless family, and women are just bargaining chips for interests.
Her father had three thousand beauties in the harem, but he had never seen anyone cry for any woman. For women in the deep palace, the death of one is almost the same as the death of a pigeon.
From this moment on, Wei Zhiyan's prejudice against Qin Ying was gradually melting away.
The heavy rain in late autumn lasted until the early morning.
During this period, many people wanted to visit, but they were all stopped. The Ninth Prince gave a death order that no one was allowed to enter the house.
At this time.
In the side hall of Tingchao Pavilion, dozens of ministers had fallen asleep on the spot after a night of fatigue. Only Lao Huang looked at Qin Ying by the bed with worry.
"Your Highness, if you need blood, I will find some strong people, or use my own. You don't have to use blood yourself, which will hurt your body." Lao Huang whispered with a distressed look.
Qin Ying's arm was inserted with a yellow blood transfusion tube made of cow blood vessels.
His blood was continuously transfused into Liu Yunxian's body.
"Lao Huang, only my blood can save Xian'er." Qin Ying shook his head and refused Lao Huang.
The operation ended half an hour ago and was very successful.
But Liu Yunxian had lost too much blood and needed a blood transfusion.
Qin Ying didn't know the blood types of other people, so he could only give his own. He was type O, also known as the universal blood type.
"Your Highness, you..."
Old Huang looked extremely worried. Qin Ying's clothes were stained with blood, and the knife wounds on his body were only hastily treated. He stayed up all night to perform the operation and gave Liu Yunxian a blood transfusion.
Qin Ying's face was hard to hide the fatigue, all supported by his iron will.
Liu Yunxian's complexion had recovered a little, but her eyes were still closed, and her breathing was weak and she had not passed the critical period.
The medical conditions in this era were too limited. Qin Ying had done his best, but even if the operation was successful, Xian'er was still at risk of infection. If she could wake up after twelve hours, then everything would be fine.
Qin Ying took a sip of hot tea to moisten his dry throat, turned his head and looked at Lao Huang, and asked: "Did the killer confess?"
Lao Huang said in a deep voice: "No, he is very stubborn."
"Go tell the jailer not to kill him, I must get a name from this killer!" Qin Ying's face was gloomy.
He guessed it was Qin Dang, but there was no evidence.
This killer was the only evidence.
Lao Huang frowned and said: "The two princes are outside the Tingchao Pavilion, do you want to meet them?"
Qin Ying sneered, with a murderous intent in his eyes: "They are here to make the cat cry the rat, of course I have to meet them."