Chapter 71 The Regent

Therefore, this Murong Zhuangzhuang, even the current empress dowager, has to look at her face, because the first emperor spoiled this youngest sister like a treasure.

Moreover, this princess was conferred the title of Zhen Guo Princess, Zhen Guo Princess, the power is above the empress, and she is of the same generation as the empress dowager. Naturally, she is a legendary figure.

The most legendary thing is that she is in her twenties and still unwilling to get married.

The empress dowager was also heartbroken for her marriage.

Murong Zhuangzhuang pulled Zian to sit down, and asked her with interest: "You don't like Ah Xin, do you? It doesn't matter if you don't like him, our Murong family has a lot of outstanding men, I'll make the decision for you who you like."

Zian moved her body inward. Is she selling slow-moving goods?

"Zi'an for the time being..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Murong Zhuangzhuang stepped on her chair and stepped forward, his eyes pulsating with excitement, "What do you think of A Zi?"

Zi'an was speechless, the A Zi in her mouth should be Murong Zi, Prince An, but she didn't know that Prince An had longed for her mother?

Looking at her face, Murong Zhuangzhuang felt that she probably didn't like the Azi she was talking about, so he continued to ask, "My fourth nephew? Fifth nephew? Sixth nephew?"

Murong Zhuangzhuang looked terrified, "Lao Qi? Do you like Lao Qi?"

Seeing her shocked face, Zian asked tentatively, "What's wrong with the regent?"

Murong Zhuangzhuang looked at her sympathetically, "If you like anyone, don't like that boy Lao Qi. He has no dignity, is arrogant, ruthless, vicious, cruel and indifferent, and is the worst person in the world. You can't find anyone worse than him."

Hearing her description, Zi'an couldn't help laughing, and said: "The princess's evaluation of the prince is really special."

Murong Zhuangzhuang snorted, and retracted his legs in a particularly bored manner, "The seventh child is a disaster, I really hope that God will take him back sooner."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Prince An going and returning, swept in like a whirlwind, he entered the door with a serious face and grabbed Zian's wrist, "Come with me, something happened to Ah Jie."

Zi'an thumped in his heart, "What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid it won't happen." Prince An's voice was hoarse, and his eyes turned red.

Murong Zhuangzhuang stretched out his hand and slapped himself hard several times, his fair face became red and swollen immediately, and he said in a crying voice: "Bah, bah, I take back what I just said. "

Zian's legs were a little weak, his head buzzed, and he became a little at a loss. He only looked at Prince An, "Hurry up, take me there."

She didn't know why she was flustered, maybe it was because she knew that Murong Jie was her only backer now, if something happened to Murong Jie, she would be in bad luck too.

A group of three hurried to a compound in Beijing.

This is not the Prince Regent's Mansion, the door plaque says "The General's Mansion"

The gate of the mansion was heavily guarded, the lights at the gate were extinguished, and the gate was closed. When Prince An and Zi'an arrived, the gate was only opened, and then closed again.

Zian noticed that there was a row of archers squatting on the wall of the mansion, looking solemn and serious, waiting for the battle.

Zian knew that something serious must have happened, his heart was pounding, his hands and feet were cold.

Murong Zhuangzhuang was leaning against Prince An's body with almost half of her body, her feet were weak and she walked in a vain manner, she murmured, "I take back what I just said, God has witnessed that I, Murong Zhuangzhuang, have a poisonous mouth , I don’t think that way in my heart, I take it back, I take it back, Lao Qi gets better soon..."

Zi'an glanced at her uneasily, seeing that her face was pale, and she had lost the cheerful and happy look she had just had in the mansion, and was very alarmed.

Her voice was crying, and she spoke quickly and urgently, just a few words back and forth.

Prince An put his arms around her shoulders and didn't say anything, as if he was walking with her half in his arms.

When they came to an independent garden in the mansion, the courtyard was lit with horn lanterns, and there were more than ten people guarding the door with long swords. A gust of wind blew, and the strong smell of blood spread in the air.

The door opened, and someone came out with water. Zian saw that the plate of water was red and smelled very bloody.

Prince An and Zi'an hurried in, but saw several corpses placed in the main hall, which had been covered with white cloth, and the white cloth was also stained with blood.

Going further into the inner room, there are several temporary beds in the inner room, and a wounded person is lying on each bed, and one of them is Ni Rong.

There are more than a dozen doctors busy, wearing uniform clothes, they should be doctors from Huimin Bureau.

Zian was shocked, what happened? Catastrophe? Why are people sent back here?

The curtain was lifted, and a tall man in a black battle robe came out. Seeing Prince An approaching, he raised his sword eyebrows and asked solemnly, "The prince is here, has Dr. Xia brought it?"

Prince An pushed Zi'an and asked, "Su Qing, how is he?"

The person named Su Qing looked at Zi'an and said, "Let's go in and talk about it."

The three of them walked in, and the white marble floor was stained with blood, which should have been bleeding when it was sent back, spreading all the way to the bedside.

Murong Zhuangzhuang sat down on the ground, "Oh my god, what's the matter?"

There was a doctor treating Murong Jie's wound in front of the bed, Zian walked over quickly without even thinking about it.

The moment he saw his face, Zian knew something was wrong, he lost a lot of blood, let alone his face, even his lips turned white.

The clothes were all dyed red, and there was blood on his face, but Zian could quickly tell which was his blood and which was other people's blood.

The doctor was dealing with the wound on his chest, so he didn't take off his clothes, just cut a little.

"Scissors!" Zian ordered, holding back the shock in his heart.

Su Qing hurriedly handed the scissors to her, Zian carefully picked up the clothes, cut it from the side, and cut the sleeves all the way to the trousers.

Among the twelve wounds, a sword wound on the chest was the most severe, extending from the left chest to the right lower abdomen.

The skin of the wound was cut neatly, and it was wounded by a sharp sword.

"I can't use styptic powder anymore, it's too slow to stop!" Fortunately, he brought an needle pack with him, and Zian quickly injected needles on the various acupuncture points to stop the bleeding by sealing the acupuncture points.

There was a wound on the right leg, which was black, a sign of poison.

Zi'an said in a deep voice, "Is there any antidote pill? If not, bring some gunpowder."

"Gunpowder?" asked the doctor. "What do you want gunpowder for?"

"The wound is poisonous, and gunpowder can quickly stop the venom from entering the body." Zian has no time to explain to him that gunpowder contains sulfur, which has anti-inflammatory and detoxifying effects to a certain extent.

"Where are we going to find gunpowder now?" Su Qing frowned.

Prince An said: "Battle of firecrackers, is there a battle of firecrackers?"

"I'll go out and ask." Su Qin turned around and ran out.

Plates of hot water were brought up, and Zian was constantly cleaning the wound, feeling very panicked.

His breathing was very weak, and the signs of life were only that weak breathing and a barely moving heartbeat. He lost a lot of blood. What he needed now was a blood transfusion, but there was no way to do it.

The only way is to use the method of sealing the acupoints to stop the blood from flowing, and then after treating all the wounds, acupuncture the bone marrow to stimulate the bone marrow to produce blood quickly.