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Jing Rong's weak voice echoed in his ears.

He had clearly gone soft, but he was still trying to be brave with his words.

Ji Yunshu's hands were raised to her sides as if she was about to explode. Her ten fingers were stretched taut, not knowing what to do.

The weight on her body made her knees bend gradually. Finally, she gritted her teeth and used both of her hands to press against Jing Rong's waist, supporting his body that was about to slide down.

The distance between the two was just like a piece of paper. Ji Yunshu's ear was pressed against Jing Rong's chest. The sound of his heart beating up and down seemed to enlarge several times as it landed on Ji Yunshu's eardrums one by one.

However, this was not the time for her to blush.

"You … Hold on, I can't hold you. "

She was struggling to support him, but she couldn't move a muscle.

Otherwise, he would just let go and let him fall until he was smashed to smithereens.

This thought flashed through Ji Yunshu's mind. It was too evil.

No!

"Your Highness."

It was like the sound of nature itself was approaching from a distance.

Lang Bo was initially shocked by the ground full of corpses. He then ran over and was stunned when he saw his master leaning on Ji Yunshu.

"What are you daydreaming for, pull your prince away." Ji Yunshu's tone turned serious.

Lang Bo was a rough guy, so naturally, he wasn't as cautious as a girl. When he pulled Jing Rong away from her, he directly used the bar to carry his master home!

Ji Yunshu held Lang Bo back with a twist of her shoulders.

"Where to? Put him down. " His voice was urgent, and his expression was grave.

Lang Bo quickly put Jing Rong, who had fainted, on the cold ground obediently.

The next moment, Ji Yunshu crouched down and grabbed a corner of her robe. She pulled with all her might and tore off a long piece of cloth.

The next moment, he pinched the part of Jing Rong's sleeve that was cut open and pulled with all his might, revealing the wound that was pierced by the sword.

His arms were stained with black blood!

"Is the prince injured?" Lang Bo exclaimed.

Man, are you blind? Your prince has already fainted. If he wasn't injured, did he fall asleep?

Now, Ji Yunshu didn't have the time to "teach" him a lesson.

She tied the torn piece of cloth about three inches from Jing Rong's wound to prevent the venom from spreading all over her body.

Ji Yunshu raised her head and said to Lang Bo.

"There is a jar of white wine beside the memorial tablet, hurry up and bring it over."

"Yes." Slave mischief!

Lang Bo ran into the house and accurately found the white spirits. He squatted down and handed it to Ji Yunshu.

Taking the jar of wine, Ji Yunshu gulped it down and sprayed it on Jing Rong's wound. White bubbles instantly burst out from the wound.

Just like a Sprite against a Red Bull!

A sizzling sound could be heard.

Lang Bo was confused, but before he could react, he saw Ji Yunshu press her hands on his master's arms, prostrate herself, and press her mouth close to the wound.

He sucked the black blood out, spat it out, sucked it in again, spat it out again.

Back and forth a dozen times. Let it go!

At this moment, Ji Yunshu's mouth was full of black blood.

Even though it was winter, she was sweating profusely.

"Teacher, what is my prince doing?" Lang Bo asked nervously.

"He's been poisoned with the Stone Spot Poison. It's extremely potent, but luckily it hasn't sunk into his bones yet. He won't die yet." Ji Yunshu replied as she stood up with the wine jar in her arms. She then added, "Quickly bring your prince in."

"Yes." Another slavish mischief.

Following the direction Ji Yunshu pointed to, Lang Bo followed his master into a resting room and put him on the bed.

At this time, Ji Yunshu ran into Uncle Fu's room with the jar of wine in her arms. She used the same method to treat Uncle Fu's wounds.

Soon after, he skillfully found a few medicinal ingredients within the Morgue and quickly smeared them on Jing Rong's and Uncle Fu's wounds, then bandaged them one by one.

If he had treated the wound any later, he was afraid that he would have died.

She was so tired from all the work that her feet went limp. She twisted her neck and took several deep breaths.

He had finally succeeded!

Lang Bo didn't understand, "Sir, what kind of medicine did you apply to the prince?"

Would he die from a medical treatment?

This Lang Bo was really the same as his prince, he was afraid that she would poison them to death.

Frowning, Ji Yunshu said, "Those are just ordinary herbs. Ginger, Precious Fragrance, and Purple Blossom Earth are put together and mashed. If applied to the wound, they can stop the bleeding and dispel the poison, and the poison won't kill people."

"How could the prince be poisoned?"

Actually, Ji Yunshu didn't really understand why these ancient people loved poison!

Even if he didn't poison her, he could still use concealed weapons!

Stupid!

"If you want to know, then go out and take a look at those black-clothed people. Their swords are going to take the life of your prince."

When Ji Yunshu said this, Lang Bo immediately rushed out. He couldn't possibly want to tear those corpses into pieces to avenge his prince's poisoning, right?

Ji Yunshu turned around and looked at Jing Rong, who looked pale on the bed.

At this moment, his face that lacked a bit of sharpness had become a bit more docile and gentle. His deep and perfect eyebrows, high nose, and lips that were filled with self-confidence and didn't get angry, had become sharper.

It really was a perfect piece of skin.

She probably realized that she was so 'obsessed' with it. Ji Yunshu's eyes suddenly became panicked, and she felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness.

In his mind, the scene of Jing Rong protecting himself in his arms rose up again. Now, he thought of it. Although he was very grateful, he could vaguely feel his face blushing.

Although he was the culprit behind this night's incident.

But after all, it was he who had suffered that blow for her, and she should still be grateful towards this Buddha.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious Ji Yunshu became.

Thus, he left.

Outside, Lang Bo was sizing up the men in black one by one. His eyes were serious and his brows were knitted tightly.

Ji Yunshu also casually said, "These assassins not only want people's lives, they also want to poison their swords. They are here for Prince Rong. They only have one goal, and that is to kill your master."

Hey hey hey, tell me the truth, did your prince owe someone else money, forcing them to buy murder!

Lang Bo remained silent.

Ji Yunshu pinched her nose. The yard was filled with the smell of bones and blood.

A curious desire rose in her heart.

He was about to squat beside one of the men in black when Lang Bo called out to her, "Sir, what are you doing?"

"Curious." She spat out two words, evading Lang Bo's words.

He then took off the mask on the face of one of the men in black. He had dark skin, coarse facial features and stubble on his beard.

Ji Yunshu then took off the masks of the other men in black one by one.

They were both the faces of ordinary people, so there was nothing strange about them.

Just as she got up, she kicked something with her foot that made a "clang" sound.

Lowering her head to look, she saw a blue jade pendant at her feet. She bent down to pick it up and held it in her hand to carefully examine it.

On the round jade pendant, there were a few pear blossoms.

Not exactly exquisite, but actually pretty.

Only, it was somewhat familiar!