Ghost doctor: Princess please come to the throne

Chapter 317 Bloodletting to save lives!

Chapter 317: Bloodletting to save lives!

The inspiring shouts went straight up with the wind, hovering over the Sheriff's Mansion, and lingered for a long time.

Ling Xiyue returned to the medicine shed, untied the black cloak on her body, and handed it to Yingyi.

"My lord, there is also news from the Shenji Pavilion." Ying Yi took the cloak and held it.

Ling Xiyue rubbed the center of her brows, "Let's put aside the matter over there for now, and let's talk about Xiling Moqian's side."

"Xiling Moqian has always been ruthless in his actions. He can really do things like burning the city." Ma Long followed him in, and said with a serious face, "In the last battle in Liaozhou, he directly buried [-] enemy soldiers alive. For the rest of us, no one will be left alive, and this time, he doesn't look like a bluff."

Ling Xiyue nodded, "No matter what, he must never be allowed to enter the city."

To cure the plague, burning the city is the most stupid way!
Ling Xiyue swept away from the corner of her eye, and saw a hundred packs of soups neatly placed on the wooden table, her eyes flickered, and she looked at Ma Long, "Go to the city gate too, and watch carefully, Xiling Mo Qian is cunning, we must prevent him from attacking."

Three days, just a pretense.

"Yes—" Malone didn't notice anything else, so he had to leave.

After Ma Long left, Ling Xiyue turned her head and gave Ying Yi a look. After Ying Yi hesitated for a while, she slowly went to guard the door.

Ling Xiyue walked to the wooden table and cut a small wound in the palm of her hand with a blade.

One drop, two drops...

One by one, she dripped her own blood into one hundred medicines.

If the courtiers like Ma Long saw this situation, wouldn't it turn the world upside down?

The bright red is like the color of a maple leaf. It slipped from the girl's fingertips and submerged into the bowls of soup, spreading out shallow ripples, and then completely integrated into it without any abnormality. It was as normal as if nothing had changed.

Ling Xiyue's face was pale, she didn't even frown at the tip of her brows, and her face didn't change.

"Come here." After briefly treating the wound, she called out.

Immediately, a medical worker came in by the door, "Your Majesty."

"Send these medicines to the most seriously ill patients and take them three times a day." Ling Xiyue ordered in a calm voice, as if nothing had happened.

"Yes."

Bow your head respectfully.

One after another, medical workers came in and took away the medicinal soup on the table.

After the last medical worker withdrew, Ying Yi stepped in quickly, with a nervous tone, "Master, are you alright?"

Ling Xiyue glanced at the small wound on her palm, amused, "What can happen to this little blood, don't make it so nervous."

I also smiled optimistically in my heart, thinking it was a blood donation...

Otherwise, what else can I do?
Ke Yingyi didn't find it funny at all!
His already stern face was so serious that it was about to drip water at this moment, and he, who had never spoken much, said in a broken voice, "Master, you can't keep relying on this method to save everyone, two days a day. The sky is fine, if it takes ten and a half months, how can you bear it?"

To put it bluntly, those people died as soon as they died. It has nothing to do with him, but the Lord must not have any accidents!
Lord, during this period of time, he was already exhausted, often day and night, and his body was in a state of extreme fatigue, so bloodletting like this would not make matters worse!
Coupled with the fact that Xiling Moqian is watching out, and the current dangerous situation, if the Lord hurts his body like this again, what if...

"When will you be able to preach again?" Ling Xiyue smiled and looked at Ying Yi who was like a gourd in the past.

Ying pursed his lips, and after a long time, he choked out a sentence, "This subordinate is afraid, and there is no way to explain to the pavilion masters."

Ling Xiyue tore off a piece of white silk, slowly wrapped up the wound on her palm, and patted his chest, "Don't worry, I have my own measure, and I know enough is enough."

She is not such a dead-headed person, nor does she have any pretentious devotion, self-sacrifice, and if something happens to her, no one in this city will survive. Xiling Moqian's words of burning the city are not a joke. She won't lose the big for small things.

But now, within the allowed range, one can be saved.

After Ling Xiyue said this, Ying Yi couldn't say anything, and after frowning for a while, he silently stepped aside.

The plague in Qingcheng, Huzhou was rampant, and the speed of its spread was unprecedented. It had already affected the minds of countless people in the three dynasties of the world. Now, the Tianlin Dynasty and the Longxiang Dynasty are confronting each other again, and the flames of war are imminent.

In an instant, news from all sides was flying all over the sky.

The forces of all parties are also ready to move, and the storm is about to come.

Outside Qingcheng Pass, there is a ten-mile long pavilion, and the lonely moon shines lightly like water.

The man was dressed in snow and stood quietly in front of the pavilion, covered with the sky and moonlight. His long jet-black hair was hanging around his waist. On the tower in the distance, dense flames danced like a long dragon, but the surroundings were isolated from noise and silence. You can hear the sound of the breeze falling leaves.

"Miss Huangfu?"

Behind him, Su Bei's surprised voice sounded.

Nalan Xueyi's eyes were as indifferent as ice, looking into the distance without any fluctuations on his face.

Huangfu Qianyu wore brocade clothes, which were as bright red as fire in the night, making her already clear and beautiful complexion even more cold and arrogant, like a fairy under the moon, she was indeed a rare beauty.

Behind her, followed by two men in black.

Su Bei looked at Huangfu Qianyu with a look of vigilance, feeling unhappy and strange.

"Nalan Xueyi." Huangfu said lightly, holding the Dragon Chanting Sword, and walked behind him with a faint smile.

As he spoke, he looked at the young man beside him, and said casually, "Su Bei, long time no see."

Su Bei responded to her with a "hehe", his eyes wrinkled together.

Smiling but not laughing...

The man in front of the pavilion withdrew his eyes, and his thick black eyelashes drooped to cover the ripples in his pupils, returning to his usual indifference and indifference.

Huangfu Qianyu's heart tightened, facing this man who seemed to be indifferent to everything, she always felt a little nervous, and she didn't like his indifference, but it seemed that she could see everything clearly. The penetrating eyes make one wish to find a place to hide.

This is also one of the reasons why she rejects this engagement...

What she likes is a man like brother Mo Qian, who is gentle and elegant, like a spring breeze.

"Miss Huangfu is here, what's your business." The tone was tepid, but also had the most basic respect.

Su Bei's eyes squinted at Huangfu Qianyu, this woman really came to Zhongzhou.

From his point of view, this plague may really have something to do with her!
Huangfu Qianyu was very annoyed by Nalan Xueyi's cold and straightforward attitude.

But there was no way, she suppressed her anger, and turned into a warm smile, "Just now my entourage reported that I saw Mr. Nalan in Qingcheng, I still didn't believe it, so I wanted to come and have a look in person. , it really is you."

Nalan Xueyi looked at her quietly, pursed her lips and said nothing.

"..." The scene was so quiet that even the sound of the breeze passing through the pavilion could be clearly heard.

(End of this chapter)