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Chapter 158 It’s really crazy
"Madam, how do you want to settle the account with me?" Lu Ji Lian looked at her indifferently.

Ye Wanqing frowned: "Don't call me that."

"Okay." Lu Jilian's lips moved slightly, and he called out gently, "Qing'er?"

Ye Wanqing's bowstring trembled, and the arrow almost left the string: "Master Lu, do you think that if you call my name like this, I will let go of what happened today?"

Lu Jilian's eyes flickered slightly: "Today, I am just giving him a warning."

caveat?

Ye Wanqing pointed an arrow at him: "I told you not to touch him."

Facing the sharp arrow, Lu Jilian remained calm: "You never said a harsh word to me before, let alone pointed an arrow at me."

"You also said that that was in the past." Ye Wanqing asked: "I just want to ask you one question, how do you want to settle the account of sending people to assassinate Chu Anlan?"

"Is he dead?" Lu Jilian asked.

Ye Wanqing frowned: "If he were dead, the arrow in my hand would have pierced your body by now."

Hearing this, Lu Jilian's eyes grew colder.

He covered his lips and coughed twice, then walked down the stairs and into the rain.

The heavy rain soaked him completely in an instant.

He walked towards Ye Wanqing step by step: "Although I didn't like Chu Anlan in the past, I never felt disgusted or murderous towards him."

The cold rain flowed down Lu Jilian's eyebrows, cheeks, and jaw, all the way down to his pale neck.

He frowned and held back a cough: "It was you who forced me to show my blade to him. It was him who provoked me countless times."

After getting wet, the white robe embroidered with intricate dark patterns stuck to his skin, making his figure look much thinner and more frail.

He stepped closer: "So, do you still think it's just my fault?"

His heart was right at the tip of the arrow.

Ye Wanqing's hand was almost numb, but she still held the arrow tightly: "Lu Jilian, don't go any further."

Lu Jilian lowered his eyes and glanced at him, then curled his lips.

"laugh……"

The sound of cloth and skin being pierced was heard very softly amid the sound of rain.

Bright red blood flowed out from the arrow head, instantly dyeing Lu Jilian's white robe red, and expanding into a large, gorgeous bloodstain on his chest.

Lu Jilian gritted his teeth and took another step forward.

The arrow went in a little deeper.

Ye Wanqing's hands trembled in the rain: "I told you not to go any further!"

Lu Jilian’s bony fingers gripped the arrow shaft, his knuckles gleaming white like jade, whether from pain or force: “I just want to be closer to you, closer.”

After he finished speaking, he groaned.

The arrow penetrated a little further.

Ye Wanqing's fingertips trembled: "Lu Jilian, you are crazy."

Lu Jilian smiled palely: "I like to hear you call my name."

crazy.

It's crazy.

"Bang!"

The bowstring shook, and the arrow penetrated Lu Jilian's body again, with the entire arrowhead completely piercing his body.

Blood flowed out from Lu Jilian's lips, slowly slid across his chin, and dripped onto his snow-white robe. It was melted by the rain, like a blooming red plum.

Ye Wanqing took a step back.

"Bang!"

The longbow fell to the ground.

Lu Jilian staggered and gave her a gentle, pale smile.

The rain flowed down Ye Wanqing's eyelashes and across the corners of her eyes: "Lu Jilian, I never thought of standing against you. You'd better pray that Chu Anlan can wake up safely and recover as soon as possible. Otherwise, what I will do will not be as simple as stabbing you with an arrow."

After saying that, she turned around.

Suddenly, my wrist was grabbed.

Lu Jilian's weak and hoarse voice came from behind her: "Do you like him so much?"

"Yes." Ye Wanqing replied. Lu Jilian's hand suddenly loosened.

He stood in the rain, holding the arrow in his chest, coughed hard twice, wiped the blood and water from his lips, and laughed.

Suddenly, he exerted force with his hands and pulled the arrow out of his chest.

There was glaring blood on the tip of the arrow.

The wound was bleeding profusely.

Lu Jilian covered his wound, bent over and coughed loudly.

Large mouthfuls of blood flowed out from the corners of his lips and the wound.

The cough attracted the nearest attendant, who exclaimed, "Master! Master, what's wrong with you? Someone come! Someone come quickly! There's an assassin!"

As he said this, the attendant ran into the rain and supported Lu Jilian: "Master, who hurt you?"

Lu Jilian wiped the blood and water off his face and said in a hoarse voice: "The assassin has escaped, don't make it public."

The assassin escaped?

The servant immediately said, "I will go find the Marquis right away and ask him to catch the assassin and avenge the eldest son!"

Lu Jilian's glassy eyes turned cold: "What? You don't want to listen to me?"

The servant was stunned for a moment.

At this time, servants rushed out from under the eaves: "Quick! Protect the eldest son!"

Lu Jilian pushed the servant away, managed to steady himself, and looked at Ye Wanqing: "Today, I disturbed the princess, it is my fault. One day, I will come to apologize again."

After saying this, he coughed up a mouthful of blood and told his servants: "Assume that my assassination never happened, so as not to disturb the emperor. Let the maid change the princess into a clean dress and send her back..."

"No need to trouble you, Lord Lu." Ye Wanqing's face was expressionless: "I will go back by myself."

After saying that, she turned and walked into the heavy rain.

The attendants looked at each other in bewilderment: "Young Master, the princess..."

"The princess has been frightened. Send someone to deliver a thousand-year-old ginseng later." Lu Jilian spat out a mouthful of blood, his voice extremely hoarse: "Help me back to my room first."

Ye Wanqing walked back to Baifang Palace with heavy steps.

Just as he was about to enter the room, a servant rushed out with a basin of blood.

A few drops of blood splashed on Ye Wanqing.

The attendant was in a panic: "Princess, please forgive me!"

Ye Wanqing was completely unaware: "How is the prince?"

Inside the hall, Court Judge Zhang was treating Chu Anlan's wounds.

Because of external injuries on his body, Chu Anlan took off all his clothes, leaving only Ye Chenting, Ye Chenxi, Zhang Yuanpan and two guards in the room.

Hearing voices outside the door, Ye Chenting opened the door.

Seeing Ye Wanqing soaking wet, Ye Chenting was stunned for a moment, then immediately went out: "Are you cold?"

Ye Wanqing wanted to shake her head, but found that her body had already become numb due to cold.

She asked, "Second brother, how is An Lan?"

Ye Chenting said: "The arrow wound on his chest has been cleaned and bandaged, but it is still bleeding. He also has a few sword wounds on his body, but the wounds are not deep, just flesh wounds. Zhang Yuanpan is cleaning them for him."

Ye Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief.

The person was discouraged, and fatigue surged into his limbs like a tide. His body felt as if it was filled with ice-cold lead, so heavy that even opening his eyes was tiring.

The vision is a little blurry.

Before Ye Wanqing fell, Ye Chenting ran towards her in panic: "Qing'er! Qing'er..."

Ye Wanqing moved her lips.

Brother, I'm a little tired.

……

Ye Wanqing had a high fever.

When I woke up, I saw unfamiliar bed curtains.

A figure gradually became clear in front of her: "Miss, are you awake?"

Ye Wanqing opened her mouth: "This is..."

Ying Xiang brought a cup of water and used a silver spoon to moisten her lips. "This is the room in Baifang Palace. You have a high fever, and the prince and Lord Lu were seriously injured in the assassination. The emperor ordered the news to be blocked and left you in the palace for treatment. A group of imperial doctors were also dispatched. The emperor and the queen mother have already visited you and the prince, and asked you to rest well."