Chapter 44 I'm willing to break your palm

The two have never been as close, close to each other and talk about everything. If time is fixed at this second, what a beautiful scene it will be on that day and the ground, however--

A cold wind came, with a sense of evil spirit. Qingzhu was still immersed in sweet words, but he didn't want a steel gun to come straight to the two, abruptly separating the people who hugged each other.

The man in black and veiled is burly and powerful, and the silver gun in his hand shines in the moonlight, which is particularly eye-catching. Without a single shot, he flipped several heels in the air and fell to the ground.

"Lv Qingzhu and Qin Zheng are coming!" The man in black lowered his voice and couldn't hear who it was, and then danced the long gun and hit the two of them fiercely.

He made a fierce and ruthless move, and every move went straight to the point, lest he miss the opportunity to kill the two of them, and his gun was fierce.

Qingzhu was not his opponent, and he had to worry about the sick and weak Qin Zheng in the fight, so he was naturally not his opponent.

Therefore, the man took the lead with the advantage and became more and more fierce.

Qingzhu did not have a blade, and he had to maintain the disease around him that had no skills to grow. After a few rounds, he suffered a lot.

After a long time of fought, the man did not want to delay any longer. He knew that if he wanted to capture the king first, if he wanted to kill the two, he must first get rid of Qingzhu, so he, who was agile, no longer handed over to Qin Zheng and used all his moves on women.

Suddenly, a broken soul gun hit Qingzhu's heart. She had lost her strength and neglected to prevent it. She was about to eat this cold gun and died.

At this moment, a cold male voice shouted, "Don't hurt her!"

Qin Zheng stretched out his left hand to stop the silver gun with all his strength. He only heard a "clap". The sharp blade of the gun scratched the man's wrist, and a slender palm was neatly cut down, drew a beautiful curve in the air, and landed leisurely.

Warm blood splashed all over the field and sprayed on the man's face. Qingzhu's whole body and flowers and trees were not spared.

"Ah!" Qingzhu exclaimed and went up to strangle the bleeding wrist to suppress the passage of **, but the blood was like a water pipe that opened the gate, pouring and running for a moment.

I don't know whether he was scared or fascinated. The man stiffened his movements and forgot to attack again. Taking advantage of this empty space, Qingzhu returned his hand and attacked his chest, "There is an assassin, the prince is injured!"

This tearing cry shocked the whole palace. The man in black was so frightened that he threw down the blade in his hand and fled.

In a short time, the guards on all sides of the royal palace flocked to surround Qingzhu one after another.

"Mother, how is the prince's injury?" Liu Ming, the bodyguard, arrived first and stared with panic.

"Less nonsense, pass on to Dr. Wang!" The woman's roar was angry. At this moment, she is not angry with others but herself. Why does Qin Zheng want to lose a palm for himself to make her feel guilty and blame herself for a lifetime? From then on, will he wake up from his dream every night and never forget this tragic scene?

When everyone carried Qin Zheng to the room, Feng Yang had already summoned Dr. Wang to stand by there.

Doctor Wang looked at the blood-stained prince faintly and was so scared that his whole face was like white silk.

Raise your hand and click on a few big holes around your body, and the viscous** finally eased slightly. Open the needle sac, take out silver needles, and seal the bare blood vessels outside **. After an hour, the bleeding finally stopped, and finally the medicine was wrapped.

"What about the prince's hand?" Feng Yang stammered and opened his mouth, "Can you reconnect it?"

Countless sharp eyes are ejected, and the bodyguard leader of the royal palace is usually majestic. Is the brain that has been bushed today not good? How to reinstall the cut arm?

The wind had a dark face, bowed his head and said nothing, and retreated silently in the surprised eyes of others.

"Doctor Wang, I know you are a magic doctor. There must be a way," Qingzhu loosened his hair and rubbed it. He rubbed his red and swollen eyes, "Feng Yang is right. You will connect it, don't you? You can do it. This is an ordinary surgery in our era. I understand that it may not be easy to have poor conditions here, but you are the royal doctor in the palace. I believe you!" A statement that had nothing to do with the foreword made everyone confused. I thought that the thousand concubines must have been scared by today's situation, otherwise they would not be so incoherent.

"Mother, don't make it difficult for the old minister," Dr. Wang knelt down and kowtowed like garlic. "Don't say it's me. Even Hua Tuo can't bring his limbs back to life."

The rest could only stare sympathetically at the bloodless and unconscious prince on the couch and the princess who kept talking.

When Feng Yang entered the wing room again, he had two more things in his hand, a sharp silver gun and a stiff palm.

The maid in the room had never seen such a bloody scene, and all of them cried out.

The screams almost collapsed the beam and woke up the man on the bed at the right time.

His confused eyes were full of blood, and his pale lips were not bloody, but the first moment Qin Zheng opened his eyes, he was searching for Qingzhu's figure. After staring at her for a long time, he said, "Forkin, Zhuer is fine!"

This is the sentence that completely conquers Qingzhu. From this minute and this second, the woman is sure that there is no longer any doubt about everything about him.

The apricot eyes blinked with tears, and Qingzhu's voice was intermittent, "Qin Zheng, do you, do you hurt?" I don't know how to comfort him. I opened my mouth and said an extremely stupid word. How did it hurt to break my palm with a sharp blade? This sentence was like nonsense.

But Qin Zheng's smiling eyes were bent, and his white and thin lips struggled to squeeze out a sentence, "The pain on the limbs is nothing. As long as my bamboo is not hurt at all, I won't hurt."

His voice was light, like a rock under the sea pressing on her earth-shaking chest, and tears spread again.

Qin Zheng coughed for a long time before calming down a little. He brushed the tears on the woman's pink cheeks with the remaining hand and whispered, "Zhuer, I know you feel uncomfortable. It's okay. I don't have many days left. If you lose a hand, you will be willing to do anything. Don't feel bad. This has nothing to do with you. It's me...cough!"

"Stop talking, stop talking!" Speaking of life and death, Qingzhu suddenly panicked and jumped on Qin Zheng's body. He regretted that he almost wanted to hit the wall. Why didn't she completely trust him? It was not until now that he lost the palm of his hand for her that he completely and unreservedly strengthened his determination.

turned around and was about to run outside the house, but hit the strong body. I only heard a crisp sound, and there was a sonorous sound of metal falling to the ground.