A group of guards hurried to the outside of the gauze tent, and the leader of the group directly lifted the gauze tent and rushed in.

The originally panicked look suddenly loosened his brows when he saw the man in white in the pool.

"Lord Wang!" He knelt down on one knee and arched his hand: "The regent was assassinated, and the assassin fled from the next courtyard to our courtyard, lest the assassin break in and hurt you, so his subordinates rushed in, and asked the prince to forgive him!" ”

Xing Zhao, who was standing outside the curtain, heard this, stepped forward, stood outside the curtain, and bowed his hand: "Xing Zhao has seen King Ning!" ”

The person in the pool tilted his head slightly, revealing a perfect side curve, and his thin lips opened lightly: "That is the case, Lu Yu, you bring people to cooperate with Xing Zhao's guards." ”

"This king is fine, but I don't know what happened to Brother Han? Are you hurt? ”

"King Qi Ning, our prince is fine." Xing Zhao hurriedly replied.

Yan Wuchen hummed lightly, his slender and white palm lifted from the water, and waved his hand gently: "Stand down." ”

Everyone didn't dare to disobey, and retreated lightly.

It was still busy outside, but inside it was so quiet that only the sound of gurgling water remained.

The water was calm, there was not the slightest ripple, and the head under his hand seemed to have lost its strength, and he didn't feel the slightest effort.

Looking at the motionless black shadow under the water, Yan Wuchen's sword frowned, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Could it be that this is suffocated to death?!

But obviously he was thinking too much, and when he was about to reach out to pull the man up, there was a "bang", the water splashed, and the black figure jumped out quickly, and fell lightly to the edge of the pool.

"Puff puff!" Yan Beilian spit out several mouthfuls of water, breathing heavily, while reaching out to wipe the water droplets on his face, but he didn't expect that one didn't use much force, and he actually wiped all the makeup on his face.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he met Yan Wuchen's slightly surprised gaze, Yan Bei chuckled in his heart, quickly looked down into the water, and saw the black and white face inside, almost scared himself to death.

Hurriedly raised his hand and wiped it with his sleeve to make this face no longer look so terrifying, Yan Bei looked up at Yan Wuchen with a subtle expression.

"Thank you!" She learned the movements of the children of the rivers and lakes and arched her hand at him.

Yan Wuchen bowed his head slightly, his eyes continued to fall on her, and he looked her up and down.

Yan Bei frowned, followed his gaze and looked at his body, his clothes were all soaked, clinging to his body, dripping and dripping, and he didn't find anything abnormal.

But when she raised her head again, he looked away, looked at the beam above his head, and said lightly:

"He was poisoned, and if he didn't detoxify it, the qi and blood in his body would be retrograde, and he was afraid that he would be worried about his life."

"You're a healer?" Yan Bei asked in surprise.

The king of Ning in front of him, who has a sense of presence in the plot, is the third male, an infatuated man who silently guards the heroine behind his back, does not get the slightest return, and still has no regrets.

In the plot, he has been urinated with a particularly powerful cold poison since he was a child, and it cannot be cured, so his health is very poor.

When he approached just now, she could indeed feel the coldness of the unusual person on his body, but the person with cold poison was still soaking in such cold water, what kind of operation was this?

Fighting poison with poison?

Also, he is a patient, he knows so much about coquettishness, is it because he has been ill for a long time?

Countless question marks appeared in Yan Bei's mind, but the answers to these questions depended on whether the person in front of her was willing to answer them.

Yan Wuchen didn't answer, but said, "You put him into the cold pool first to slow down." ”

Yan Bei glanced at him, and saw that although his face was expressionless, his eyes were soft, so he nodded, flew up to the beam, and brought down his cheap son who was still unconscious.

Naturally, he took off his clothes and threw him into the pool, and in order not to let him fall, he also went into the water and stood behind him to help him.

I was busy picking up my clothes just now and didn't notice anything else, but when I got behind him at this moment, the old and new scars on his back came into view, and Yan Bei trembled in his heart.

With so many injuries, how much suffering this stupid kid has suffered!

Stretched out his hand and pulled down the face towel on his face, he looked delicate, sixteen or seventeen years old, but there was no childishness on his face.

His brow furrowed, his lips were surprisingly red, his teeth clenched, and he struggled to resist the primal impulses in his body so that his whole face was distorted.

The cold water seemed to have done something, and his frowning brow loosened a little, but Yan Bei knew that it was only temporary.

"Do you have an antidote?" Yan Bei looked at Yan Wuchen opposite, frowned, and said, "If there is, I can exchange anything with you." ”

There is definitely an antidote in the system, but she won't spend money easily unless it is absolutely necessary.

Yan Wuchen looked at her eager appearance and shook his head gently: "The only antidote to this medicine is women. ”

"I can't help him force the poison out?" Yan Bei asked closely.

She often does this in TV dramas, it should be okay, right?

However, it turns out that everything in the TV series is a lie!

Yan Wuchen glanced at him compassionately, nodded, and asked coldly: "This king sees that you care about him very much, I don't know what the relationship between the two of you is?" ”

As soon as he heard his words, Yan Bei's face immediately darkened, and he hurriedly explained, "I can't! He's my dearest! ”

"Dearest?" This time he was surprised, although he knew that his behavior might be a bit Meng Lang, but he still couldn't help but look at her again.

I didn't pay attention to it, but now I have a preconceived idea in my heart, and when I look at her and him again, her facial features seem to be really similar.

In that case, then she really can't save him.

"You are the prince, there is really no antidote?" Why did she not believe it so much?

The medical saint is his disciple, what can he do?

Sensing that the other party's eyes looked at him coldly, Yan Wuchen's expressionless face actually showed a smile, which was extremely faint, but it was enough to amaze Yan Bei.

"What are you laughing at?" She asked with a frown.

"Are you willing to take anything in exchange?" He put away a light smile and asked tentatively.

Yan Bei raised his eyebrows, hooked his lips and smiled, and said half-truthfully: "Naturally! Even if it's a personal promise, then I can do it! ”

Hearing her bold words, he was a little embarrassed, his eyes glanced away again, and he slowly spoke:

"Then trade your freedom."

"For three years, you have been the king's personal guard for three years, and after three years, you and I will be clear."

Freedom should be a great price for people like them who lick blood on the edge of the knife.

When this condition was proposed, Yan Wuchen himself felt that he was not the slightest sure.

However, I never expected it!

The other party actually responded in one bite!

"Don't you think about it again?" He asked in surprise.

Yan Bei hugged the cheap son in front of him, and said impatiently: "What else are you thinking about, it's important to save people!" ”

It's only three years, and as soon as I close my eyes and open my eyes, it's gone, and it's so low that it's not worth mentioning compared to cheap my son's life and her money.

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