Chapter 125: Assassins entered the Palace of the Eight Princes
Qiao Yun pursed her lips, hugged Nan Jun's waist, pretending to be coquettish and said: "But isn't this beautiful woman in the world what every woman wants?"
"All I need is Yun'er..."
"With sister Yun's words, Yun'er will die without regret."
Qiao Yun took the initiative to offer his lips and stroked them to express his full love.
Nan Jun's heart was overjoyed by Qiao Yun's rare initiative. Just as Nan Jun was preparing to be gentle, the guards shouted at the right time outside the door.
"There are assassins! Catch the assassins..."
Qiao Yun pushed Nan Jun away, got up suddenly, and drew his sword regardless of the pain on his body.
Nan Jun grabbed Qiao Yun's wrist and looked at him puzzled.
"What are you doing?"
Qiao Yun's face was tense, as if he wanted to take revenge.
"I'm just worried that I can't find who is going to harm you! Today they actually came to your door, and Yun'er will not let them escape."
"The Eighth Prince's Mansion is so big, wouldn't it be possible to capture a few assassins and ask Wang Jun to go out in person?"
Nan Jun is not worried at all, she knows the skills of An Feng and An Yu, there are hundreds of guards in this mansion, all of them are top-notch masters, and there are hidden guards protecting her in the dark, unless there are thousands of troops Ma, otherwise, with just a few assassins, can they be allowed to run wild in the Eight Princes' Mansion?
"But Yun'er was so angry that she wanted to arrest them personally and ask them clearly. The person behind the scenes tried to put you to death again and again, how could we keep her?"
Qiao Yun frowned anxiously, wishing he could rush out and catch those assassins one by one.
"Keep alive."
Nan Jun shouted, but he didn't let go of Qiao Yun's hand.
"It seems that you didn't work hard enough for your wife last night, Yun'er still has the strength to fight at this moment?"
A blush quickly spread across Qiao Yun's face, he bit his lip and wanted to say something, but he was afraid that Nan Jun would do something that would make him ashamed again.
At this moment, Qiao Yun, whose back was facing the window, was suddenly hugged by Nan Jun, turned around and pressed on the couch beside him, an arrow piercing through the wind directly pierced Nan Jun's left arm.
"Ah! Sister Yu, how are you doing?"
Qiao Yun got up, quickly took out medicine from his arms to stop Nan Jun's bleeding, and trotted to find his medicine box.
"Don't worry, it's okay, it's just a skin injury."
Nan Jun used his good hand to stroke Qiao Yun's broken hair hanging on the side of his face, and comforted him with a smile.
"I still don't know if the arrow is poisonous, how can Yun'er not be worried?"
Qiao Yun's eyes were red, and his subordinates continued to move.
"Sister Jun, Yun'er is about to pull out the arrow, so bear with the pain."
Qiao Yun pursed his lips and was extremely serious. He would rather the arrow hit him than Nan Jun get hurt again.
Her body hasn't recovered well before, and now she has been shot again, how can this make people not worry?
"Um."
Although Nan Jun was sweating, she still didn't say a word.
It's not that Nan Jun is not afraid of pain, she just doesn't want him to worry!
Qiao Yun pulled out the arrow and applied medicine to stop the bleeding. He didn't forget to observe the wound carefully. Seeing that the wound hadn't turned black, he felt relieved.
Bandaging up Nanjun's wound, both of them were covered in sweat.
Qiao Yun avoided Nan Jun's injured arm and threw himself directly into her arms.
"Yun'er doesn't want it to happen again, this arrow is stuck in Yun'er's body, I'm afraid it won't hurt so much."
Only then did Qiao Yun hug Nan Jun's neck and burst into tears, his aggrieved appearance made Nan Jun a little bit dumbfounded.
"But if it sticks on Yun'er, it will hurt even more!"
Nan Jun patted Qiao Yun's back lightly, coaxing softly.
Obviously she was the one who was injured, but at this moment, she, the injured person, had to comfort the little husband in her arms, and she didn't know who was injured.
"Master, the assassin has been caught, are you and Wang Jun okay?"
The sound of dark wind came from outside the door, and Qiao Yun immediately got up from Nan Jun's arms.
"come in!"
Nan Jun gently held Qiao Yun's hand, and said to the door.
Anfeng bowed and pushed the door open and walked in. Since Qiao Yun was also in the room, she didn't dare to look up.
But the smell of blood spreading in the room couldn't be concealed from Anfeng's nose, Anfeng hurriedly raised his head to look at the two, seeing the gauze wrapped around Nan Jun's arm, Anfeng's entire face turned pale.
"Master! Are you injured? Damn this subordinate for letting that assassin injure the master!"
An Feng thumped and knelt down in front of Nan Jun. When Nan Jun was injured last time, she swore secretly that even if she died in the future, she would not let her master get hurt again.
But now, the master was injured again, how could this make her feel embarrassed?
"Get up! I don't blame you. It was the assassin who stabbed someone in the back. No one thought of it."
Nan Jun himself didn't expect that the assassin would shoot an arrow at the person on the window by the candlelight, let alone the guards who kept catching the assassin outside.
"My lord, the master's injury..."
Anfeng was still worried, and looked at Qiao Yun again and asked.
"Skin trauma, lost some blood, in the next few days you need to take good care of it. Where is the assassin, bring him to the yard, and I will interrogate him personally."
Qiao Yun was really annoyed this time, and he would definitely not spare the person behind the scenes lightly.
So what if it's the emperor's daughter? Those who should not move will die!
"Yes."
Anfeng exited the room, and brought the two masked women to the yard after a while.
Qiao Yun helped Nan Jun get up, and the two of them left the house together.
"Master, Wang Jun, and assassins, there are three people in total, one is dead, and two are captured alive."
An Yu led the guards to kneel down the two assassins in the yard, Shuang'er trotted over from behind with red and swollen eyes, carried Qiao Yun up and down to check, and saw that he was fine before Shuang'er was relieved.
Qiao Yun personally moved a chair for Nan Jun and placed it at the door, and supported her to sit there. Only then did Shuang'er see the injury on Nan Jun's arm, and she couldn't help frowning.
Qiao Yun walked down the steps, and under the light of the torches, he came in front of the two assassins whose jaws were pinched.
As soon as he turned his fingers, two silver needles appeared in Qiao Yun's hand. As the sleeves were swung out, the two assassins immediately let out ear-piercing screams.
"what…"
"Knock out all their teeth."
"Yes."
An Feng and An Yu stepped forward and punched the two assassins in the face a few times, only to see the two spurt out a mouthful of blood, which was also mixed with a mouthful of teeth.
Only then did Qiao Yun signal to the guards behind to let go of the two assassins. As soon as the arms of the two were released, they immediately hugged her body and curled up on the ground, shaking non-stop.
They didn't know where Qiao Yun had stabbed the two of them with the silver needle, they just felt pain and numb all over, life would be worse than death.
"Tell me who is behind the scenes, and I will give you a happy time."
Qiao Yun squatted down, stared at the two and said coldly.
He didn't intend to spare the lives of these two people. If they hurt Nan Jun, they must die.
As an apprentice of a medical sage, Qiao Yun's methods of saving people are superb, and there are many methods of torturing people. It depends on whether these two people know the current affairs and are willing to tell the truth about the person behind the scenes.