My princess always wants me to usurp the throne

Chapter 565 Poisonous on the knife

Rong Ye pursed his lips tightly, covering the bleeding wound, his eyes were extremely cold.

Probably because Rong Ye's injury stimulated them, his hidden guards instantly looked like hell Shura, killing fiercely, and their moves were completely silent.

The assassins were shocked by the sudden momentum, and the movements of their hands paused for a short moment.

After thinking for a moment, the leading man led the assassins and quickly disappeared into the woods.

The murderous woods returned to tranquility.

Rong Ye suddenly felt a stagnation in his chest, and a fishy sweetness overflowed from his throat, and slid down the corner of his mouth to his neck.

His eyes turned cold, he glanced at the wound on his arm, and a trace of panic rose in his heart.

"Your Highness, what's the matter with you?" the personal guard exclaimed, and they surrounded Rong Ye for protection.

Seeing this, Mo Ting turned pale with fright, and asked in horror: "Your Highness, have you suffered internal injuries?"

Rong Ye shook his head, "No."

It was just an arm injury, how could it make him vomit blood?Surprise flashed across Mo Ting's heart.

Looking at his pale face and black lips, Mo Ting suddenly realized, "There is poison on the knife, Your Highness, let this subordinate see your wound."

There was no surprise on Rong Ye's face, but the panic in his heart became more and more serious. He still didn't know what the poisoning meant, and he didn't even know the origin and purpose of the other party.

Are you just trying to scare him, or are you really planning to take his life?

After regaining his composure, he tore off his shirt, revealing a long incision on his right arm. The wound was deep, and dark red blood flowed wantonly.

It was shocking!

Mo Ting recovered from his astonishment, quickly tore off a piece of cloth from the skirt, and wrapped it tightly around the wound.

A guard handed over the golden sore medicine that he carried with him, and he bandaged and applied the medicine, and the whole process was done in one go.

Mo Ting has been through life and death all year round, and he is quite skilled in dealing with wounds, "This poison does not seem to be a poison that kills people immediately, but it should not be taken lightly. What is Your Highness going to do now?"

Rong Ye restrained his flustered mind, and said in a flat tone: "It's okay, I happen to be going to the Valley of the Medicine King, and I will ask the Medicine King to help detoxify by the way."

Mo Ting's eyes were calm, and his tone was cold: "It would be great if I could really meet the King of Medicine, but I'm afraid that King of Medicine has a weird temperament and will deliberately make things difficult for His Highness."

"It's better to let the subordinate go with you. If he dares to resist, he will be tied up in the palace."

"No need, I don't think Yao Wang is so courageous!"

Mo Ting nodded: "The crown prince invites him personally, forgive him for not daring to resist the order."

Rong Ye drooped his eyelids to hide the coldness in his eyes: "Well, since I promised my father, I will naturally do my best to bring the King of Medicine to Shangjing."

Mo Ting was silent.

After a while, Rong Ye continued: "You don't have to go back to Yunyang with me, go back to Shangjing Duke's mansion quickly, tell Duke Liu that the formation in the eastern suburbs has been touched, and let him be careful, don't be careless."

Mo Ting nodded: "This subordinate obeys!"

Not long after, Mo Ting returned to the official road with his guards, and also went to Beijing.

Rong Ye left the eastern suburbs with a few hidden guards, and continued back to Yunyang against the darkness.

The sound of horseshoes resounded on the official road, Rong Ye's body leaned forward slightly, a little precarious.

He walked too hastily and hurriedly this morning, without a carriage, he was blindfolded, enduring the severe pain in his arm, and forced himself to support himself.

Suddenly, there was a sound of carriage wheels, and Rong Ye raised his eyes. After a flash of disgust flashed in his eyes, his eyes gradually recovered a little.

He supported his exhausted body, and there was a trace of coldness on the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)