The imperial physician ran in panic and knelt in front of Ye Zhilan, "Sir, please see the prince!"

He was sweating all over his head and didn't even dare to raise his head. His heart was irritated. I wonder how much the prince had suffered. If... if... they died here, all of their heads would fall off.

"Get up, let's see it!" The urgent voice was not Ye Zhilan, but Murong Mingzhu.

The imperial physician stood up and walked onto the couch. Only then did he see Ye Zhilan sitting upright, a piece of sleeve disappeared, revealing a wound on his fair and slender arm.

Ye Zhilan smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work to get this trip to the Imperial Doctor, bandage me."

"What's OK!"

Murong Mingzhu glared at him and said to the imperial physician, "Check out if the wound is poisonous."

Who knows whether the group of men in black will be poisoned on their swords? They will all kill people, and who is still worried about the means?

"Yes, yes." The empress dowager quickly took a piece of brocade cloth under Ye Zhilan's arm, took some blood from his wound, tried it with a silver needle, and said, "Your Majesty, the wound is not poisonous."

Ye Zhilan didn't think anything was wrong. After hearing what the imperial physician said, he said, "Since it's non-toxic, then?"

"No poison, maybe there will be internal injuries. Didn't you get into trouble with someone just now?" Murong Mingzhu glanced at Ye Zhilan.

Ye Zhilan really couldn't help it this time, with a smile on his eyebrows and said, "You won't get internal injuries even if you fight with someone. Don't worry, I'm not injured."

"Then is your arm gnawed by a dog?" Murong Mingzhu glared at him coldly. After glaring, she looked at the imperial physician again, "Take him a pulse."

The imperial physician could not understand Murong Mingzhu's identity, but when he saw that the prince was willing to do so, he followed the good deeds and diagnosed Ye Zhilan's pulse.

After a while, the imperial physician took back his hand and said, "The prince's pulse is stable and there is no internal injury."

After hearing this, Murong Mingzhu was truly relieved and said, "Bandage him."

"yes."

The imperial physician took out the ointment and was about to apply it to Ye Zhilan, but Ye Zhilan's wound was originally thin and shallow, and he had already stopped bleeding after such trouble.

Is this hemostatic medicine still applied?

The imperial physician didn't dare to bandage Ye Zhilan honestly and retreated.

Murong Mingzhu threw away the cut sleeves and put the scissors back to its original place. At this time, Ye Zhilan asked, "Why do you want to come?"

Murong Mingzhu paused her fingers, calmly put the scissors back, and asked without looking back: "What's the matter?"

Ye Zhilan asked slowly: "The place where you bathed is very far away, and Zhiliao Pavilion is in another direction. Why do you want to come to my yard the opposite way?"

Murong Mingzhu answered this question very quickly and gave the answer without any thoughts.

"Of course I went because I was worried about you."

"Oh?" Ye Zhilan was a little surprised by her frankness. This was not like what Murong Mingzhu would say...

Murong Mingzhu turned around and looked at Ye Zhilan calmly, "You are the prince of the emperor, and your status is so noble. You were a little injured. Even the imperial doctor was scared to death, let alone me? If you really have something to do, no one will get better, and the Murong family will be implicated. I hope you are well and don't want you to be in any danger."

Ye Zhilan nodded and asked naturally, "You are worried about me because of the Murong family..."

"Of course!" Murong Mingzhu replied.

"... Or is it because of yourself?" Ye Zhilan finished speaking slowly.

When he asked this, his eyes fell on Murong Mingzhu's face, and her slight emotional change could not escape his eyes.

Murong Mingzhu did not escape this time, and looked straight at Ye Zhilan and said word by word: "No matter who you are for, you must live well."

It's also the most unmistakable answer.

Ye Zhilan smiled, not sure whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with this answer.

Looking down at the white cloth bandaged on his arm, Ye Zhilan whispered, "I was panicked when you rushed out."

Murong Mingzhu suddenly felt shocked and looked at Ye Zhilan in surprise.

Will he have times of panic?

Ye Zhilan raised his lips meaninglessly and said, "I have suffered the dying injuries on the battlefield, and even though I have never had any panic between life and death. But just now, for the first time in my life, I knew what panic means and what is losing my mind."

After saying this, Ye Zhilan looked up at Murong Mingzhu, "Don't take risks next time. If there is danger, I will block you behind you and keep you away from danger, but you must protect yourself, okay?"

It's not about asking, but like a plea.

Ye Zhilan never asks for help, and Murong Mingzhu couldn't tell whether he was asking or begging for a moment.

What's the difference? Ye Zhilan showed weakness to her. This man, who is known as the best in the world, showed weakness to her a woman who was powerless.

The great Chen army was a million soldiers, and the Mobei was eyeing him. This did not defeat Ye Zhilan. Instead, she made Ye Zhilan reveal another unknown side, panic, nervous, and worried... Ye Zhilan is also a human being, not a god. He has joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, seven emotions and six desires, and everything is only visible to her.

Murong Mingzhu didn't know what to say.

My heart and mouth were sore and swollen, and some things were accumulated and full, as if they were about to break through the solid wall and all of them were poured out in the next moment!

Turning around and closing his eyes suddenly, Murong Mingzhu gritted her teeth tightly and suppressed the impulses back.

After a moment, when she opened her eyes, she was empty, and she turned her eyes open and said leisurely: "I know I don't know martial arts and shouldn't force myself to stand out. I won't be like this next time."

Ye Zhilan said: "It has nothing to do with martial arts..."

"What's wrong," Murong Mingzhu turned around and said lightly, "If I had such good martial arts as you, there would be no danger."

Ye Zhilan looked at her deeply and smiled, "So what?"

Murong Mingzhu asked: "I asked you last time, you haven't given me an answer yet. Can I still learn martial arts?"

That time, Feng Youran was still under the bed. Ye Zhilan, such an old hooligan, said that he would pinch his bones, but it changed its flavor as he pinched it. He has not given her a clear answer yet.

Ye Zhilan looked at her and smiled, "Want to hear the truth?"

"Tell me quickly!" Murong Mingzhu was not patient to fight him.

Ye Zhilan spoke leisurely: "Your qualifications are good, and your roots and bones are good. If you can have excellent foundations and masters, you may not be able to become a master. Unfortunately, you are over the age of practicing martial arts. Now that the bones and meridians have been formed, it is difficult to start from scratch."

As expected.

Murong Mingzhu was not surprised at all when she heard these words, and she knew it in her heart.

The young men of the Murong family have been practicing martial arts since childhood, and they all have good skills, but Murong Mingzhu is born stupid, so it is impossible to learn martial arts.
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