Thinking of this, Murong Jia face turned pale. Although he knew that Murong Yun was protected by thunder, he was still worried about what might happen. He was about to rush over, but when he went down the steps, he saw something wrong with the expressions of the palace guards.
His eyes turned cold, and before he could speak, the guards knelt down and said, "Eldest prince, the County princess, something may have happened to the princess."
The guard had trouble saying anything, who doesn't know that in the entire palace, the relationship between the eldest prince and Princess Yunhua is the best.
Just now, after Princess Yunhua failed to ask for the Heavenly Royal Holy Lotus she rode her horse towards Fengyao Pavilion. This shocking commotion must have been caused by that person.
If anything happens, His Majesty the Emperor will definitely kill them.
Hearing this, Murong Jia's eyes instantly turned cold. Just now when he, the emperor and several important ministers were discussing in the palace, no eunuch came to report for Murong Yun asking an audience.
In other words, someone deliberately intercepted Murong Yun's request for an audience, and now something happened in Fengyao Pavilion, all of this is definitely not a coincidence.
And these guards were obviously aware of this, so they begged him at this time.
"You, as well as the people who have just come into contact with the princess, and what happened, tell him all clearly, otherwise, you may watch out for your lives."
Murong Jia waved his hand to summon his confidants, but he didn't have time to take care of this himself. He had to rush over to Fengyao Pavilion as soon as possible!
Murong Yun must not die...
At this time, outside the Fengyao Pavilion, the thunder gradually died down. Murong Yun exhaled, stood up unsteadily with his body propped up, and glanced at the motionless pavilion protector who didn't know whether he still lives or dead, his face was completely blackened by the hacks.
Seeing that he could no longer stop her, he hurried into Fengyao Pavilion.
The Heavenly Royal Holy Lotus is still floating in the air in an extremely holy way, without being affected at all.
Murong Yun flew forward and stretched out his hand to get the medicine. Unexpectedly, he touched the petals of the Heavenly Royal Holy Lotus, and his whole body was shaken by the powerful spiritual pressure.
She fell heavily on the waterway, and her internal organs seemed to be shattered. Her face turned pale and she spat out a mouthful of blood, with fragments still in it.
"Damn, this sinister old thing, cough cough."
Murong Yun cursed in a low voice, her chest hurt even more with anger, and she vomited several mouthfuls of blood.
Coupled with the large and small wounds on her body from the fight, the pain was so painful that she didn't want to move a finger. Fortunately, the previous medicinal bath gave her a new immunity to pain.
In addition, there were only a couple of moments left, and Li Jiang was still waiting for her. Her child, who was not known to be a nephew or niece, was still waiting for her help!
She gritted her teeth and stood up unsteadily with the bone staff.
On the Heavenly Royal Holy Lotus, the last layer of protection is the remaining attack of the pavilion protector, which Murong Yun had directly triggered just now.
Seeing this, Murong Yun quickly reached out to pick it up.
Fortunately, there was no evil moth this time. Murong Yun almost held her breath and waited for the white lotus to fall into her palm before she felt relieved.
With the medicine in hand...she can finally change the plot.
When Murong Yun thought of this, a relaxed smile finally appeared on her lips.
Murong Jia rushed here in a hurry and strode into the Fengyao Pavilion. What she saw was Murong Yun holding a lotus in her hands under the sun, covered with scars and blood, but smiling happily.
The face that looked pale due to excessive blood loss had lost some of its former beauty, but was softer than ever before.
He had never seen Murong Yun like this before. It was different from the Murong Yun who firmly blocked him before, but still looked arrogant and said that she would definitely save him.
This is a more gentle and dazzling Murong Yun...
Damn it, even if Murong Yun didn't do evil things recently and lived like a human being, how could she be gentle?
Murong Jia took a deep breath, shook his head, ignored the slightly faster heartbeat in his heart, and shouted.
"A'yun, what are you doing?"
Murong Yun held the Heavenly Royal Holy Lotus in both hands and was thinking about how to go back faster. When she heard Murong Jia's unique voice, her eyes lit up. It was just the right time!
She quickly turned around and saw Murong Jia dressed in black.
"Cousin? Quick, take A'yun to Changle Hall in the north of the city!"
Murong Jia stepped forward and saw Murong Yun's various injuries and bloodstains. He frowned even more. He took out an exquisite medicine bottle from his arms, took out a pill, and stuffed it in Murong Yun's mouth.
"Close your eyes and quickly use your spiritual energy to absorb the elixir."
This is the healing medicine he carries with him. Although it is precious, it has miraculous effects on healing wounds.
He never thought that Murong Yun's heart was not focused on this. She saw that the time was getting shorter and shorter, and how could she care about such a life-threatening injury. She opened her eyes wide, with anxiety on her face, urging Murong Jia the coolie in front of her.
"Hurry, it's too late, don't talk nonsense, take me to Changle Hall in the north of the city as fast as you can!"
"......"
Seeing this, Murong Jia didn't say anything more. She wanted to know who Murong Yun was so anxious to save, even fighting the pavilion protectors to get the Heavenly Royal Holy Lotus.
He directly stretched out his long arms, leaned over to pick up Murong Yun, put his feet down, and flew out with Murong Yun.
This...Murong Yun felt like the world was spinning for a while, and she was hugged by Murong Jia. The light woody fragrance lingering on the tip of her nose...
Yes, spiritual cultivators above the seventh level can already control spiritual energy and fly in the air.
She didn't need to raise her head to see Murong Jia's superior jawline. Due to his foreign ancestry, although his appearance was too charming, his lines were very smooth and deep, although he must have been too handsome for ordinary men.
But it doesn't mean that he is feminine. On the contrary, no one will think that he looks like a woman.
Moreover, Murong Jia was very tall. Now being held by him, Murong Yun actually felt a little petite?
However, this can only prove that she did not do anything wrong to save a talent like Murong Jia. Such a potential stock can definitely fight back and forth with Li Su.
At least, the other party's tool man is doing a very good job now.
Murong Yun squinted her eyes. She was slightly dizzy due to excessive blood loss. However, when she saw the archway of the northern city below, her spirits were shaken.
Unconsciously, she clenched the Heavenly Royal Holy Lotus in my hand, and time... they have to catch up.
In the Changle Hall, Li Jiang's face was as pale as paper. She was holding on with perseverance. The sheets under her body were completely soaked with blood. In front of the bed, Luan Yi's hands kept conveying spiritual energy to Li Jiang to maintain her life.
Baili Shuangxue, on the other hand, kept pressing the acupuncture points on Li Jiang's body.
At the table, Hua Zhu also lost a lot of spiritual energy, his face turned pale, his eyes were full of worry and anxiety, and his fingers holding the silver shell fan turned white.
In this short period of time, he kept worrying about Li Jiang's life and death, and at the same time, he also regretted his behavior just now.
Maybe, just maybe he misunderstood Murong Yun, but more than an hour has passed, why hasn't Murong Yun come back yet.
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