Chapter 256 The Light Carriage

The eighth sister lying next to Yang Yanzhao rolled up her sleeves and exposed her slender arms. Although she was ready, when the bamboo tube was inserted into the blood, she still frowned in pain.

He gently raised his left hand, forming a slight height difference with Yang Yanzhao's right arm. The pain came from his heart. Ba Mei bit her lips tightly, turned her head, and looked at the familiar cheeks around her, and her eyes were as firm as before.

The room was very quiet, and you could even hear the sound of blood leaking from the mouth of the bamboo tube dripping on **. Zhang Pili was behind Luo's woman, with dozens of silver needles in his hands. At this moment, the Song Xinglin, who had been practicing medicine for decades, seemed to go back to the first time to diagnose and cure people 40 years ago. Full of tension.

Time flies slowly, and the fragrance in the room began to fade. Maybe it was the dissipation of calming spices. Zhang Po unexpectedly became anxious. Looking at the eight sisters on the bed, her face was pale and her forehead was sweating cold. He really wanted to push away the motionless Luo's daughter sitting in front of him and seal the acupuncture point for the eight sisters, which will continue to flow. The blood is stopped.

However, after practicing medicine for many years, he is used to the separation of life and death. He also understands that many times, his life is hanging on the line and he is born by death. Therefore, Zhang Po's heart when he raised his throat was swallowed by him. His palm was full of sweat and slipped to his fingertips, which made him feel that the silver needle that had been holding for decades was a little unstable.

"Stop the bleeding!"

Suddenly, a delicate shout sounded in the room. Zhang Po's body suddenly tightened and handed the silver needle in his right hand to Luo's daughter. He took the silver needle in his left hand and quickly stepped forward. According to the previous words, he quickly gave the needle to the eighth sister.

Zhang Po's technique was extremely skillful, but it took dozens of breaths. He inserted the silver needle into the vital acupuncture points of Ba Mei's body. After doing this, he quickly looked at the thin bamboo tube of her arm and saw that there was no blood overflowing. Then he was relieved and subconsciously wiped his forehead with his cuffs.

At this time, Zhang Po found that he had a cold sweat. It seemed that he hadn't felt this way for a long time.

Turning her head, Luo's girl had also inserted the silver needle on Yang Yanzhao's body. Her pair of jade hands kept shivering. Even if she habitually wanted to cut the scattered temples behind her ears, she couldn't raise her hand.

Seeing her like this, Zhang Po strode to the door, opened the wooden door, and said to a group of royal doctors outside, "Cheng Qian, Qu You, come in quickly!"

Hearing the sound, the two old imperial doctors standing at the head quickly strode forward, and Chai Qingyun and others, who were waiting anxiously, also followed in.

In the room, the thick smell of blood and the smell of spices are mixed, which is a little pungent. On the bed, Ba Mei's face is pale. She is being carefully held in Zhang Po's arms and walks out. In the next room, the soup made by herbs has been arranged, hoping to stabilize the vitality of her weak body.

On the other side, the adjutant Zhang Po called in and another virtuous old imperial doctor were exploring Yang Yanzhao. Later, he called the drug boy guarding outside the door and asked him to add a few warm herbs to the soup.

"Lord Yang's pulse is still inaudible, but there seems to be more flexible breath in his body than before. Maybe this method of blood transfusion has played a role, but whether he can wake up or not depends on his creation."

The adjutant made Lu Chengqian say softly, but his eyes looked at Luo's daughter. He specialized in medical books all his life, but he had never heard of this matter of saving the other's life with his own blood. If he really saved the life of Hanlin's servant, it would really set a precedent.

Thinking of this, Lu Chengqian, who was obsessed with medical skills, couldn't help looking at Wang Luo's daughter again.

Hearing his words, Chai Qingyun's haggard face brightened his eyes a little. The exhaust wind stretched out the back of his hand and wiped it on his face. He said, "The prince is a good man. Of course, he will be fine. He will be fine..."

Beside him, Zhao Yuanzuo also changed his sad and decadent look. He waved his sleeves and casually said a lot of mountain ginseng, deer antler and other medicinal herbs, so that Zhang Po, who had placed the eighth sister folded into the house, quickly took it and stewed it for Yang Yanzhao.

Hearing what he said, several imperial doctors in the room stared at each other. Finally, Zhang Po whispered, "Your Highness, what you said are all great tonics. Lord Yang's body is weak at this moment, and you should be taken care of slowly, otherwise I'm afraid that the body bones will not be enough..."

With a smile, Zhao Yuanzuo scratched his head and said, "This is lonely negligence. Lord Zhang is an savage, so it's up to you. Anyway, I want Yang Shi to wake up safely. Otherwise, I can't forgive you."

Perhaps he heard the good news. Zhao Yuanzuo's tone was a little kind, but even so, it still made Zhang Po's scalp numb, and he could only bow his head and keep silent. Fortunately, at this time, the little medicine boy came and said that the soup had been boiled.

Hearing the words, Zhao Yuanzuo greeted people to carefully carry Yang Yanzhao to soak. Zhang Po was relieved, but he prayed secretly in his heart, hoping that there would be a turnaround. Otherwise, wouldn't His Royal Highness be worried all day long?

The red sun moved to the west, the sky, the large clouds were dyed with enchanting red, and the remnants of the sun sprinkled on Bianliang City, which finally made people feel a little cool.

The gate of the city has been guarded by heavy soldiers. On the street, the shadows are in a hurry, the front department of the palace with sharp weapons, the infantry department is fully dispatched, and the streets and alleys are searching for suspicious people.

The official's assassination in the college completely made Bianliang City boil.

A black carriage drove gently and walked out of the imperial city. Some soldiers wanted to come forward to check, but they were stared at fiercely by the captain leading the team.

The latter was puzzled. When he looked at it carefully, he was shocked. The seemingly ordinary carriage hung a golden token on the edge of the curtain.

Seeing the scene of the soldier eating, the man in black curled his lips and turned his head to look at the token, with a smile on his cold face.

Adults are still like this.

The carriage is extremely spacious, with low embroidery and soft pedals on both sides, and a delicate flower rack on the inside, with cups and jade.

A blue shirt with white hair tied behind him.

"Lord Wei Zhuang, what did he say to you?"

It is still the face as beautiful as a demon girl. At this moment, Chi Lian holds her white chin and blinks her big eyes, staring at the man in front of her that she can't see through for more than ten years. She is like a pure and lovely neighbor girl. She has no all kinds of amorous feelings in the past, but she is also intoxicating.

However, some people turn a blind eye to this fairy-like beauty.

Putting down the beautiful jade in his hand, Wei Zhuang frowned. Seeing him like this, Chi Lian couldn't help sinking in his heart, and he also understood the plan of the man in the palace.

"Are you still going to the North?"

In the north, the barbarians are despised by the Central Plains, but ordinary people don't know that Khitan is also a terrible master. That year, the bright monk's robe has made Chi Lian feel scared so far. It was also that battle, as powerful as Wei Zhuang, and almost lost his life.

With a long sigh, Wei Zhuang picked up the curtains around him and looked at the soldiers hurried by the street. "Maybe that's good, at least not the killing all over the sky, but it's a pity that these good men, horse leather corpses, bones buried in green mountains..."

Hearing this sentence, Chi Lian couldn't help looking out of the window and thinking. She only felt that the panicked mother and daughter on the street were a little familiar. It seemed that in those years, she also pulled the corner of her mother's clothes so timidly and watched the fierce Jiashi rush into the small side hall. She was so scared that she couldn't say a word.

Under the sea of fire, she met Wei Zhuang, who was full of blood but with a warm smile. That year, he was still full of black hair. In the sea of fire, he was extremely elegant, and beside him were several dead Song Jun, as well as his mother who killed himself with tears in his clothes.

Since then, Gao's surname has become a past for her.

"Yunshang, you are thinking nonsense again."

The soft voice sounded, and the red train came to his senses, showing a flowery smile of morning dew, but there was a trace of sadness in the eyes that should have been affectionate.

Knowing that the person in front of him did not need to do too much to cover up, Chi Lian put away his smiling face, took care of the green silk, and sighed in a rare way, "Is he going north?"

"Ye-huh."

Wei Zhuang's voice was a little low. He closed his eyes and leaned against the carriage.