The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 810: Our brothers should talk about it

Zi'an was heartbroken when she heard it, but she was also heartbroken. She wiped away her tears and looked at him, "I'm leaving, but if you want to come back to me, I, Xia Zi'an, swear that life and death will go hand in hand, if you die, I will Will not live alone, if you die here, after giving birth, I will avenge you, and then take his head

Come back here for you! "

Murong Jie felt a pain in his heart and could hardly hold back the tears. He hugged Zian hard, kissed her forehead, lips, and said in pain: "Okay, I promise you, I will go back to find you alive." /

Zi An took a needle and said: "Sit down, I will open acupuncture points for you, which can help you temporarily gather your inner strength."

Murong Jie sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes.

Zi An first wrapped his wounds tightly, and then applied acupuncture to open the acupoints. Murong Jie felt that the blood in his body suddenly began to flow rapidly. He quickly suppressed his luck, and his energy was stronger than before.

Zian said: "This is a temporary solution. You must cut the mess with a quick knife. You can't fight, you have to run away. Otherwise, within an hour, you will be exhausted."

"I know, hurry up." Murong Jie said.

Zi An stared at him, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she choked up: "Seventh, come back to me alive."

"Okay!" Murong Jie nodded, his voice choked slightly, but he continued to urge, "Let's go."

Zi An hugged him and said in his ear, "Remember my oath, I won't live alone if you die."

Murong Jie trembled and said with difficulty, "I know."

He watched Zian turn around and go out through the back door. She turned around three times in one step, the reluctance and tears in her eyes made his heart hurt sharply.

Zi An wiped her tears and went out through the side door, then climbed up the hill and descended from the other side.

She walked step by step, her heart aching every inch with her steps, a dazed and desolate pain.

She looked up and saw thick smoke rising from the mountain. It was very quick to burn a bamboo forest with such a big fire.

In her life, she has never experienced such torture as she is now, and she feels that she is walking towards despair step by step.

You must be safe!

I beg you, and I beg all the gods and Buddhas!

……

The bamboo forest was swallowed up by the fire. Looking at the bamboo forest that was going to burn for a long time, it didn't burn for too long, but within half an hour, everything turned to ashes.

The bamboo forest was burnt, and the formation was destroyed. Only some stones were left. Behind the stones, there was a blue brick Dragon King Temple.

A man, holding a scar rope in his hand, stood at the door of the temple, looking sullen.

King Nanhuai adjusted the crown, with a gentle smile on his face, "Seventh brother, it's really not easy to see you."

He walked in step by step, the smile on his face contrasting with the vicious disgust in his eyes.

Murong Jie said indifferently: "Since I want to see this king so much, please come in and drink a glass of water at the bar. Speaking of which, the two of us may not have been drinking and chatting together for a long time."

Nanhuai Wang smiled and said, "Even if my younger brother has the heart to accompany his elder brother to drink, it's just this barren mountain, where did the wine come from?"

He walked in front of Murong Jie, the two of them were about the same height, but Murong Jie stood on top, forming a condescending attitude.

However, King Nan Huai was not inferior at all, and the momentum of his whole body started to burn from the bottom of his eyes.

"Exactly, here is the wine for worshiping the Dragon King." Murong Jie turned sideways, "If you dare to go in, have a drink with me."

King Nanhuai laughed, "Between brothers, what dare you say? Since the seventh brother invited him to be the younger brother, how could he refuse the kindness?"

He smiled so arrogantly that he was not afraid that Murong Jie would do anything to him.

He raised his robe, went in and sat on the straw. The guards were about to come in, but he stopped him, "You are all staring at the door. If the regent is hostile to this king, go down the mountain to chase."

Murong Jie raised his eyebrows, his eyes darkened, "Thank you!"

"It doesn't matter, if you die, her life is better than death. It's even better." King Nanhuai laughed. Suddenly, he felt that it didn't matter whether he went back to Nanguo or not, he just wanted to beat him.

From the day he planned to return to the southern country, he probably never thought that he would succeed, but he was not reconciled.

So, he doesn't look at Shangqiu's hexagrams, and he doesn't even have any interest in watching it, because he knows the ending, he doesn't care anymore!

Abduct Xia Zian and use it to threaten Murong Jie, just to see that his life is better than death. Now, seeing it, I feel so happy!

There should be a conversation between their brothers.

Murong Jie is procrastinating, he doesn't care.

Murong Jie took a pot of wine from the altar. It was a pot of turbid wine that the fishermen put here when they came to offer incense and tribute. The taste was very bad. Murong Jie, who was a good wine, took a sip, and it was difficult to eat.

"Seventh brother has drank all the wine in the world in his life, but when he comes, there is only this pot of dirty wine." King Nanhuai took a sip and sighed authentically.

Murong Jie brought it over, raised his head and took a big sip, frowning slightly, "In this country, a pot of wine is not bad."

King Nanhuai looked at him quietly, "Are you afraid of death?"

Murong Jie smiled, "Are you afraid?"

King Nan Huai really turned his head and thought for a moment, "I'm more afraid, I'm living a lifeless life."

"Isn't that true? During the period of your planning, you were very useless. In order to stay in the capital, you exhausted all means, why? Now you suddenly feel that you don't want to be useless? Don't you want to be an emperor?"

Nan Huaiwang said bluntly: "I want to, I want to, I want to dream, but I know it's impossible, since I can't do what I want to do, I want to live with backbone and die with dignity. Dignity."

"I can't believe that you gave up so quickly." Murong Jie pouted, he didn't want to talk to him at all, but, just as King Nan Huai said, he was just delaying time so that Zi An could go. farther.

"It's not that I want to give up," Nan Huaiwang sighed softly, and when he looked at him again, he was already a bit vicious, "It's because you didn't give me a way to survive."

Murong Jie shook the wine gently, "Is it really that good to be an emperor?"

Nan Huaiwang laughed and said sarcastically: "Brother's words are like a person who is full to ask a person who is hungry, is the meal so delicious?"

Murong Jie also smiled, "Yeah, that's true, but I don't think I'll go grab other people's food even if I'm hungry."

"If you don't grab it, you will starve to death."

"So your analogy is not appropriate, you won't be emperor, you won't die."

King Nanhuai shook his head, "If I were a commoner, I would never dare to have this thought, but, like him, I am the son of the father of the emperor, how am I worse than him? He can be the emperor, why should I Do you want to live with a sigh of relief?"

"He didn't treat you badly. He enfeoffed the southern kingdom, which is a rich and prosperous land. If you stay in the southern kingdom peacefully and the emperor is far away, what is the difference between him and him? Why do you have to be him?"

King Nan Huai shook his head again, "This is the difference between me and you, you will always be satisfied with what you have, don't fight for it, if you fight for more, you won't end up like this today, if you did Emperor, perhaps, for the sake of my brother, I wouldn't have such thoughts." Murong Jie sneered, "Really? You have loved to push your faults onto others since you were a child. As a result, even if I become the emperor, you will also oppose it. As for the brothers, I am afraid that you have never been my brother, so how can you talk about family affection?"