The silly concubine said: close the door and let the prince go

Chapter 442 Don't Leave (XI)

"That is to say, after you fell into a coma, His Highness was hit by the whirlwind palm of the Lord of the Heart Devouring Palace, but His Highness did not fall down, but insisted on sending you back to the Prince's Palace..."

When Shen Qiaoyan heard the words, her pupils were slightly startled.

"Maybe you don't know the Whirlwind Palm of the Heart-Bitting Palace..." Feng Ji said, with a serious expression on his face, "The Whirlwind Palm is a move passed down from generation to generation in the Heart-biting Palace, and it can be regarded as the unique skill of the Heart-biting Palace, and only the heirs You can apply what you have learned…”

Feng Ji paused as he spoke, and continued, "The Whirlwind Palm is not something ordinary people can bear. No matter how powerful the martial arts are, hitting the Whirlwind Palm will undoubtedly kill you..."

Speaking of this, Feng Ji was silent, and his eyes looked at somewhere on the ground.

Shen Qiaoyan's heart sank suddenly, "Ziyin, he..."

"His Royal Highness was hit by the Whirlwind Palm. The muscles and veins all over his body were severed, his internal injuries were forced out, and he became a living dead. Although he did not die, he was not far from death..." Feng Ji said, reaching out and gently closing the door of the attic. push away.

As soon as the door opened, a gust of cool wind rushed in.

Shen Qiaoyan couldn't help shaking.

She looked into the room, among the flickering lights, there was a familiar silver thread scattered on a bed exuding white mist, and a delicate and familiar face.

"Ziyin!" Shen Qiaoyan quickly raised her legs and stepped into the attic, and threw herself down beside that stunning beauty.

Shen Qiaoyan's eyes reflected Ziyin's cold face, his closed eyes could no longer be seen, that deep and doting look on her, and his tightly pursed thin lips were pale and colorless.

Shen Qiaoyan held his big cold hand tremblingly, and when she looked at his pale face, her eyes suddenly became wet.

"Ziyin, Ziyin..." Shen Qiaoyan murmured.

Feng Ji looked at Shen Qiaoyan's appearance, lowered his head and sighed, and stepped forward, "This attic is a shady building, and it is as cold as winter all year round, which is just good for His Highness to preserve his last breath, but now His Highness's muscles and veins have been broken, so I don't know what can be done." How long has it lasted..."

While listening, Shen Qiaoyan looked up at Ziyin's pale face. Her long eyelashes trembled and she asked, "Is he hopeless? Where's the imperial doctor?"

Feng Ji bowed his head, "Miss should know that the whole body's tendons are broken, and the imperial physicians who treat minor illnesses and pains in the palace cannot diagnose and treat them."

"Then do we have to watch him die for nothing?" Shen Qiaoyan said coldly, "I won't let him leave me!"

The words fell, and the surroundings were quiet for a moment.

The cold wind was blowing in the attic.

Shen Qiaoyan stretched out her hand to sniff Tan Ziyin's breath, and sure enough there was only a faint breath.

"There should be some miraculous doctors and miraculous medicines in Jianghu to treat internal injuries. Why not use them to treat Ziyin?"

Feng Ji lowered his eyes, "Young lady should also know that now that the leader of the martial arts alliance has changed positions, the owner of the Heart Eater Palace has eliminated most of the disloyal and disobedient factions..."

"Let's not talk about the magic doctor, the magic medicine for internal injuries..."

Feng Ji bowed his head and remained silent.

"Then no one can save him?" Shen Qiaoyan roared.

Feng Ji pursed his lips, and said calmly, "I have already informed Lord Bai Xiao about this matter, and Lord Bai Xiao was considered a half-miracle doctor in the past, but Lord Bai Xiao is currently traveling around, I don't know if he can Hurry back..."

"What?" Shen Qiaoyan held Ziyin's hand tightly.

Feng Ji lowered his head, "Now we can only wait..."

"Wait?" Shen Qiaoyan frowned, "What if I can't wait, what if Ziyin can't hold on anymore?"

Feng Ji lowered his eyes, "This...His Royal Highness has already expected it, he has prepared a suicide note and wants me to hand it over to you, girl..."

"What?" Shen Qiaoyan raised her eyes, and a cold eye fell down.

(End of this chapter)