But you can't leave the emperor alone.

"Emperor." The voice of the left compatible Chu Xiu sounded from the outer hall, with a little anxiety and worry, "I would like to ask the emperor to rest."

Cang Hanyu spoke indifferently: "Well, I."

Rong Chuxiu was relieved when he heard his voice. He brushed away the heavy curtains and walked in. He looked at Cang Hanyu's face worriedly. Seeing his pale face that was almost bloodless, his heart suddenly sank: "Is the Lord seriously injured?"

Nan Si said calmly: "It's just a dagger that is stuck in my heart, it's no big deal."

Rong Chuxiu: "..."

Cang Hanyu's eyes were only locked on Nan Si's face, the wound was sore, his body was weak, and Rong Chuxiu was temporarily there, so he said a lot of things.

So he looked at her like this, wishing he could engrave her face deep into his heart.

"...it just looks a bit dangerous." Perhaps because he didn't want Lord Rong Xiang to worry too much, Nan Si's tone was a little warmer, "The emperor's heart veins are a little bit farther than ordinary people, so he has no worries about his life. He pulled out the dagger and used the best medicine. It's okay for the time being. Next, just take care of yourself."

After saying that, he looked up at Rong Chuxiu: "So, please take more responsibility for the next government affairs."

Rong Chuxiu nodded naturally and responded: "There is no choice."

Cang Hanyu was relieved to hand over the government to him, so he didn't say anything.

The sound of the poker outside the hall still carried a ruthless aura, constantly drilling into the eardrums.

Rong Chuxiu turned his head, looked at Nan Si sitting in front of the bed, and whispered: "Little ancestor, please, Fu Wei and Xuan Ling will not die."

This was the first time Rong Xiang called him "Little Ancestor" in front of him. Although he learned from Pei Hai, he could see that he was really anxious at this time.

Although he still didn't know what was going on with the assassination of the emperor, but normally, with Fuwei and Xuan Ling and so many internal guards, it was absolutely impossible for the emperor to be assassinated.

Besides, don’t forget that his family leader is also very good at martial arts, so why did he get into a plot so easily?

He felt that there should be something else in this matter and needed to be investigated before talking about it.

Nan Si didn't speak.

Lord Zuo Xiang lowered his figure: "Prince, little ancestor, sister Sier..."

"Quiet." Nan Siyun spoke with a light wind, "Go out."

Rong Chuxiu's heart sank, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Cang Hanyu: "Master..."

"Si'er." Cang Hanyu spoke, his voice sounded hoarse, "I am good at it, but I still have an assassination. Should I be punished by a stick?"

When Nan Si heard this, her eyes couldn't help but fall on his face, and she smiled gently: "The emperor has a precious body of gold, who dares to punish you?"

Cang Hanyu pursed his lips and was about to say something else, suddenly a severe pain came from his heart. He couldn't help but frown and couldn't help but hold his breath.

Only after the severe pain subsided, he slowly relaxed his breathing.

Nan Si did not miss his expression. She was angry and annoyed, and couldn't help but feel distressed. She said lightly: "A hundred sticks, life and death are from heaven."

One hundred rods?

When Rong Chuxiu heard that she softened, his heart suddenly relaxed, but the blame for a hundred rods was not light. Although it was very likely that he would not die by chance, if he had broken his spine or something, it would be no different from a useless person.

The majestic left prime minister couldn't help but whisper again: "Prince, why don't you let go? At least you can't be disabled."

"A hundred staffs, no one can be missing." Nan Si's tone was cold, "Allow them to protect their bodies with luck."

When Rong Chuxiu heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly: "I will thank the Prime Minister for your kindness for Fuwei and Xuanling."
Chapter completed!