The sudden spurt of blood made everyone panic, because this time it was not just mixed with blood like when the medicine was spit out before, but large mouthfuls of black blood gush out. The scene was very scary!
However, there was no sign of the porridge being vomited out. This shows that the black blood did not gush out from the intestines and stomach.
“Protect the prince! Take them down!” In the panic, a **** screamed.
Chen Muxue and his party were only confused for a moment. Everyone watched when Chen Muxue was cooking porridge. Except for Huo Lian's heart-sucking grass, everything used came from the East Palace's own kitchen...
Thinking of this, Huo Lian suddenly moved his eyes to the reflective iron pot behind Chen Muxue, and thought of the scene in the warehouse that day when Chen Muxue touched the heart-shaped grass and it quickly withered...
"Cough cough cough!" The prince was a little anxious. He could feel his own condition. Obviously, the discomfort this time was not because of the bowl of porridge. He wanted to stop the palace people, but amid the sudden attack of anxiety and illness, he really said Speechless, even a little out of breath.
He was too familiar with the feeling of attack. This time it was just the same attack as before, maybe a little more violent, but it really had nothing to do with the bowl of porridge!
Even, he could feel the warmth in his stomach trying to do something, but the power of a bowl of porridge was too small, and it couldn't make much change other than making him feel less uncomfortable.
Seeing Chen Muxue and everyone being surrounded by the palace people half vigilantly and half obediently, the prince's vision was a little blurry, but he held on to the feeling of fainting, coughed up the black blood that came up, and used up his last breath. Li Qi: "It's not them..."
I don’t know if the scene was too chaotic, but the prince fell from the bed like this. No one had time to help him. He fell firmly to the floor, his pale face was stained with black blood, and he obviously lost consciousness.
His appearance made Cen Lichui and others unable to help but use their spiritual power to test the prince's vitality. The weak vitality was like a poor oil lamp in a violent storm, and might dissipate at any time.
"His Royal Highness? Brother!" The second prince rushed forward and carried the prince back to the bed. It was too late to take care of the dirty clothes. He used his sleeves to wipe away the black blood spattered on the prince's face, testing the prince's weak He breathed a sigh of relief, and his eye circles turned red as the breath came out.
"You..." The second prince turned around and scanned everyone, and finally his eyes rested on Chen Muxue.
Seeing this, Cen Li chased him and took a step forward to block his view: "The second prince and concubine were also in the kitchen just now."
“I was really watching, Miss Chen didn’t put anything suspicious,” Yan Luan also said.
The second prince's eyes were complicated and turned around several times. He remembered the last words of the prince before he fainted, and he sighed: "What the prince said just now, I'm afraid it's not your fault. His prince has been ill for so long, and he knows his own health best." The body, if he says it’s not, then it’s not.”
He can actually understand the prince's feelings more or less, but when facing the prince, he really can't help but treat the prince as a patient... His body is really too fragile!
"I'm afraid you have to stay a little longer, waiting..."
"He's right! You assassins dare to poison my brother, so let me stay in the palace!" Everyone looked at the door, and the fifth prince, the prince's half-brother, appeared here.