Empress, your husband is invincible

Ye Cheng stepped forward slowly, and pointed at him with the Qiushui long sword drawn from the back of his waist, without saying a word, his eyes were full of coldness.

Qin Wuyang was pointed at the door by the tip of the sword, but he didn't have the slightest temper.

There is no other reason, the hostility on Ye Cheng's body at this moment can be seen by anyone with a slight wink——

Even if he had the slightest thought of not admitting defeat, the sword in Ye Cheng's hand would pierce him straight through without hesitation!
Staring at Qin Wuyang with a stiff face, Ye Cheng remained silent.

Qin Wuyang glanced sideways at a certain direction on the city tower, paused, gritted his teeth, got up from the pit, and surrendered.

The tension in Ye Cheng's heart suddenly broke, and his figure staggered twice visible to the naked eye.

Glancing at Qin Wuyang, Ye Cheng simply leaned on his sword, sat down cross-legged, and looked up at the gate tower in the north.

……

Seeing that the dust had completely settled, Ling Xuejian let out a long breath of foul air.Immediately, he looked at Zhuang Shuanglin who was beside him:
"Li Baijing seems to be injured?"

Zhuang Shuanglin nodded with a serious face, glanced at the four-nation missions in the southeast who were eager to try, and said seriously:
"Your Majesty, I suggest that the contest between Brother Ye and those players from the four countries be temporarily postponed."

Ling Xuejian thought for a while, pursed her lips and said:

"It's up to him to choose."

……

Gu Dasheng's reaction this time was quite timely. Seeing Ye Cheng sitting cross-legged, he hurriedly waved the small flag in his hand towards the soldiers in the southeast corner of the school field.

Zhuang Xiaojing and Liu Yuanzheng, who couldn't see any emotion on their faces, were already standing beside Gu Dasheng side by side.

Hearing the sound of the golden gong, the two immediately looked at each other, stepped forward together, and said loudly:

"Emperor Heaven is fortunate, the land is virtuous, and you have achieved good results.

Here is Ye Cheng and Ye Hitachi, in the martial arts competition with the school, and finally won the championship..."

Before the two finished speaking, the spectators in the surrounding stands cheered in unison, regardless of the phoenix feather guards standing around them.

Ye Cheng on the school field was submerged in the huge sound for a while, and when his consciousness was blurred for a while, he saw a figure quietly approaching.

"Brother Ye, are you okay?"

It was Qin Ye's voice.

Ye Cheng raised his head slowly and exchanged a glance with him.

With just one glance, Qin Ye was terrified, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

Ye Cheng's eyes were already scarlet red at some point.

Looking at it, it seems like being trapped in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, wrapped in a bright red world full of wreckage...

Rao, who was once a fierce general who was trapped in the battle, was still terrified when he saw this.

"Qin Ye, do me a favor, call a carriage and take me to Marquis Wu's mansion later."

"Boss, your..."

The voice of the system suddenly sounded in my mind, but it stopped abruptly after only half a sentence...

The scarlet in Ye Cheng's eyes gradually faded, and he was in a trance for a while, and collapsed in Qin Ye's arms.

The grimace mask slipped off his face in an instant, revealing a face covered with green spots.

Qin Ye was only stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted.

He grabbed the mask and put it on Ye Cheng's face again, hugged him, and looked up at Ling Xuejian and Zhuang Shuanglin on the north tower.

After bowing solemnly towards Ling Xuejian, Qin Ye turned around and left with Ye Cheng in his arms.

Seeing this scene, the cheers on the school field stopped abruptly.

When Zhuang Yan was puzzled, a phoenix-feathered guard who went up and down the tower found him.

"The Commander has an order to ask you, Young Master, to return to your residence quickly and arrange everything."

Zhuang Yan's face froze, he quickly kicked Zhuang Cong, and said anxiously:

"Dog, what are you still doing in a daze? Take the young master back!"

……

Leaving aside the reactions of the ministers and envoys from the four kingdoms upstairs, Qin Ye had just been carried out of the school grounds by Ye Cheng, so he immediately dispatched an ordinary carriage and personally asked his soldiers to drive the carriage to Marquis Wu's Mansion.

Just at that moment, Qin Ye confirmed one thing——

Ye Cheng suffered extremely serious internal injuries and needs to be treated quickly!
And for the time being, Wuhou's Mansion, where Imperial Physician Wang sits in charge, is undoubtedly the best place to go!

When they arrived at Marquis Wu's Mansion, Qin Ye carried Ye Cheng straight to the courtyard where Li Baijing lived temporarily.

The concierge and guards of Marquis Wu's Mansion knew Qin Ye's identity, seeing him in a hurry, no one dared to stop him.

With the introduction of Xian Xuelian, Li Baijing and Wang Taiyi took it personally, and he recovered extremely quickly.

At this time, you can even simply turn over a few times on the bed and read the idle books you have collected from Zhuang Yan for a while.

And just when he saw a plot that was almost uncontrollable, Qin Ye's hasty voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Doctor Wang, Ye Cheng is dying! I implore you to help him!"

Li Baijing's expression changed slightly, and he turned to look at Imperial Physician Wang who was reading medical books on the table of the Eight Immortals.

Physician Wang heard Qin Ye's shout, grabbed the medical book and stood up calmly, but when he opened the door and saw Ye Cheng lying quietly in Qin Ye's arms, his expression changed instantly.

After reacting, Imperial Physician Wang shoved the medical books into his arms indiscriminately, and stretched out his hand to lead Qin Ye into the room.

"How did he get hurt like this?"

How can Qin Ye answer it?After entering the room with Ye Cheng in his arms, he just took a glance and wanted to put Ye Cheng flat on the empty Eight Immortals table.

Looking at the familiar figure lying in Qin Ye's arms, soft as mud.

Li Baijing was in a trance for a while.

Is that person in Qin Ye's arms really his peerless and invincible Brother Ye?
Who could hurt him like this?
In a daze, watching Qin Ye want to put Ye Cheng on the Eight Immortals table, Li Baijing hastily stopped him.

"Put brother Ye on the bed!"

Without even thinking about it, Li Baijing gritted his teeth and forced himself to get up, staggered off the bed to make room for Ye Cheng.

"This……"

Although Qin Ye didn't know the specific injuries of Li Baijing to Li Baijing, but he knew how difficult he was at this time by looking at his appearance.

"If you are in a hurry, put him on the bed!"

Doctor Wang twirled his beard, took a deep look at Ye Cheng, walked to a corner of the room, and picked up the medical box on the floor.

Seeing Ye Cheng unconscious, Li Baijing felt even more worried.

"Uncle Wang, how is my brother Ye?"

Before Zhuang Han entered the door, he asked hurriedly.

Doctor Wang didn't bother to talk to him, sat on the edge of the bed, took a breath, and took off the grimace mask on Ye Cheng's face completely.

"..."

Seeing clearly the appearance of Ye Cheng's face, Imperial Physician Wang's eyes froze immediately.

As if thinking of something, Imperial Physician Wang didn't even think about it, and suddenly tore off all the torn clothes on Ye Cheng's body!

In an instant, Ye Cheng's complete body appeared in front of everyone.

Ye Cheng's bronze-colored skin in the past was completely replaced by a strange green-black color.

And under the black skin, purple-red "little snakes" who don't know whether they are blood vessels or what, are constantly entangled and swaying...

"hiss!"

Seeing Ye Cheng's appearance clearly, even though he had seen strange and complicated diseases and countless strange injuries, Imperial Physician Wang also gasped suddenly.

As for Qin Ye and the others, their faces were even more complicated, but their eyes were full of inexplicable horror.

Zhuang Cong, who was following the four servants who carried Zhuang Yan's soft bed, was the most unbearable. His throat moved a few times, and he turned and ran out of the room...