The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort

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Chapter 71—Regent Wang Zhongfu

Therefore, this Murong strong, even today's empress dowager, had to look at her somewhat, because the first emperor on the same day, petted the youngest sister like a baby.

Moreover, this princess was also named the princess of the town, the princess of the town, the power is above the queen, and the same generation as the queen empress, naturally, it is a legend.

The most legendary is that she is more than twenty, and she is not willing to be married.

The empress dowager broke her heart for her marriage.

Murong Zhuangzhuang took Zi'an to sit down and asked her with great interest: "Do you not like A Xin? Don't like him and don't make any difference. Our Murong family is a great man, whoever you like, I will let you decide."

Zi An moved her body inwards. Is she selling unsalable goods?

"Zi An temporarily ..."

Before she finished speaking, Murong Zhuangzhuang stepped on her chair and bullied him, her eyes beating with excitement, "How do you like Azi?"

Zi An is speechless, Azi in her mouth should be Murong Zi, Prince An, but she did n’t know that Prince An had ever dreamed of her mother?

Murong Zhuangzhuang looked at her face and thought she should not like Azi in her mouth, and continued to ask: "My four nephews? Five nephews? Six nephews?"

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

Seeing her face hit hard, Zi An asked tentatively, "What happened to the Regent?"

Murong Zhuangzhuang looked at her with pity, "Don't like anyone, don't like the old seven, he is arrogant, arrogant and arrogant, and he is cruel, poisonous, cruel and indifferent. He is the worst person in the world, never again. Nothing worse than him can be found. "

Zi An listened to her description, and he could not help but say, "The princess's evaluation of the prince is really special."

Murong Zhuangzhuang snorted, and withdrew his legs in a particularly boring way. "The seventh is a scourge. I really hope that God will take him back earlier."

Her voice had just dropped, but she returned after seeing Prince Ann go. The wind and whirlwind generally rolled in. The solemn face of his face entered the door and grabbed Zi'an's wrist. "Walk with me and Ah Chi has an accident."

Zi An groaned, "What's wrong?"

"I'm not sure." Prince Ann's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were suddenly red.

Murong Zhuangzhuang stretched his hand and slapped himself fiercely, slapping, and his white face suddenly became red and swollen, and said with a crying cry: "I ah, ah, I take back what I just said. "

Zi An ’s legs were a little soft, and his head was buzzing, and he was a little overwhelmed, only to look at Prince An, “Come on, take me over.”

She didn't know what she was panicking, perhaps because she knew that Murong Jie was her only backer now, and if Murong Jie had something to do with it, she would also be out of luck.

A group of three people hurried to a courtyard in Beijing.

This is not the Regent's Palace, the door plaque reads "General House"

The gate of the palace was heavily guarded, the lights were turned off, and the gate was closed. When the Prince An and Zian came, they opened the gate and immediately closed it again.

Zi An noticed that a row of archers was squatting on the wall of the mansion, concentrating solemnly and waiting for the battle.

Zi'an knew that something must have happened, his heartbeat puffed, his hands and feet cold.

Almost half of Murong Zhuangzhuang's body was nestled in Prince Ann's body, and her feet were soft and walked, and she was vain. , I do n’t think that way. I take it back. I take it back.

Zi An glanced at her restlessly, and saw her face pale, and the cheerful and cheerful look in the house was gone, and she was very frightened.

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

Prince Ang hugged her shoulder and said nothing, which was equivalent to walking with her half-held.

When I came to an independent courtyard in Fufu, a horn wind lamp was lit. There were more than ten people at the door holding guards with long swords. A gust of wind blew and a thick **** smell spread in the air.

When the door opened, someone came out carrying the water, and Zi An saw that the plate of water was all red and had a very **** smell.

Prince An and Zi An hurried in, but they saw that there were several corpses in the main hall, which had been covered with white cloth and stained with blood.

Going to the inner room, there are several temporary beds in the inner room, each lying with a wounded person, one of them is Ni Rong.

There are more than a dozen doctors busy, wearing uniform clothes, should be the doctor of Huimin Bureau.

Zian Anran, what the **** is going on? Is it a catastrophe? Why do people send it back here?

The curtain opened, and a tall man in a black shirt came out. Seeing Prince Ann came, Jianmei raised his eyes and asked solemnly, "Your grandfather is here. Did Dr. Xia bring it?"

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

The person known as Su Qing looked at Zi An and said, "Go in and talk."

The three walked in. The white marble floor was stained with blood. It should have bleed when it was sent back and spread all the way to the bed.

Murong Zhuangzhuang sat down on the ground, "God, what's wrong with this?"

A doctor treated Murong Jie's wounds in front of the bed. Zi An didn't want to think about it, and quickly walked over.

The moment he saw his face, Zi An knew that the situation was not good. He lost too much blood, not to mention his face, even his lips turned white.

The clothes were all dyed red and there was blood on his face, but Zi An could quickly tell which were his blood and those of others.

The doctor was dealing with the wound on the chest, but the shirt was not taken off, but just cut a little.

"Scissors!" Zi An commanded, holding back the horror in his heart.

Su Qing hurriedly handed her the scissors, Zi An carefully picked up the clothes, cut them from the side, and cut the sleeves all the way to the pants.

Among the twelve wounds, the one with the most severe sword wound in the chest extends from the left chest to the right lower abdomen.

The cut of the wound was neat, and the sword was wounded.

"Can't use hemostatic powder, too slow to stop!" Fortunately, he carried a needle bag with him, and Zi An quickly applied a needle on each major acupoint to stop bleeding by sealing the points.

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

Zi An Shen said: "Is there a Jiedu Pill? If not, take the ignition powder."

"Gunpowder?" The doctor asked. "What do you want gunpowder to do?"

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

"Where to find gunpowder now?" Su Qing frowned.

Prince Ann said: "The artillery, is there any artillery?"

"I went out to ask." Su Qin turned around and ran out.

The hot water was brought up one by one, and Zi An was constantly cleaning the wound, panicking.

His breath was weak, and the only signs of life were only that weak breath and an almost immobile heartbeat. He lost a lot of blood. Now he needs a blood transfusion, but there is no way to do it.

It can only be done by sealing the holes so that the blood does not flow anymore, and then after all wounds are treated, the bone marrow is acupunctured to stimulate the bone marrow to quickly produce blood.