It wasn't until dawn that Shangguan Ming returned home, and his exhaustion couldn't be hidden.

The assassin was not caught, and the saint was angry.

Seeing his father running around and working hard, Liancheng apologized.

She clearly knew that the assassin was Xiahou Yuan...... But she knew more clearly that she did not hesitate to hurt herself and let Xiahou Yuan go.

Looking at the white cloth wrapped around his arm, Liancheng only felt that his heart was wrapped around like it...... When he returned to the room yesterday, Xiahou Yuan had already left, and he would ask about anything in the future.

"Cheng'er, do you see the appearance of an assassin?"

Looking at Liancheng, the only one who had fought against the assassins, Shangguan Ming asked with a hint of hope.

In this regard, Liancheng could only shake his head, and then shake his head.

Later, from his father's words, Liancheng learned that after the assassin left the palace, he went directly to the Prime Minister's Mansion to hide.

This behavior has attracted some suspicion from others...... How can it be so coincidental? The assassin is hiding in the Prime Minister's Mansion!

While the Shangguan family established a stable court, the natural tree attracted the wind...... It is the officials who are jealous or have a different position who are suspicious.

Fortunately, the saint was sensible and did not suspect the Shangguan family...... But if you don't doubt it openly, then what do you think secretly?

A companion is like a tiger, and the sacred heart is unpredictable.

When Liancheng was injured, Lin Shihan was full of distress, and asked her to heal her injury and then read with her...... But Liancheng thought of Xiahou Yuan and rejected his mother's kindness over and over again.

When she came to the upper study, the prince and the concubine saw her and expressed different attitudes.

There are those who care, those who mock, and those who gloat.

Liancheng didn't know them, he just wanted to find a time to meet Xiahou Yuan...... When she rescued Xiahou Yuan, she didn't think about any cause and effect, but after calming down, she realized that Xiahou Yuan's purpose was unfathomable!

As a Nanliang person, she is burdened with a responsibility, not her own selfish desires.

At the same time as Liancheng was in a trance, Jun Mobai, who was dressed in red clothes like fire, appeared at the door of the upper study...... When he boarded, the originally chaotic upper study room fell silent in an instant.

They could only watch, Jun Mobai went to Liancheng's side step by step, and then sat down indifferently.

It wasn't until his palm was pulled under the table by Jun Mobai that Liancheng didn't know about his arrival.

I was shocked, and I was about to say something.

But due to Jun Mobai's involvement, he touched the wound on his arm and trembled unconsciously...... Sensing her pain, Jun Mobai raised his eyebrows lightly, and said without looking at her: "This king heard that the assassin is hiding in your room?" ”

The news of the assassination has spread throughout the palace.

However, since the assassin was not caught, no one dared to talk about it head-on, lest he accidentally summon the disaster of death.

As for Jun Mobai's inquiry, Lian Cheng just wanted to nod, but saw his other hand caress her arm...... From the wrist movement gently meandered upward, until it touched the wound, it slowly stopped: "The injury is here?" ”

Without waiting for Liancheng to answer, he straightened up her sleeve.

"Lord Seven, ...... are you?"

Lian Cheng's heart sank, and he looked at the white jade-like arm, revealing it in his sight.

"Check the wound."

Jun Mobai replied lightly, his eyes fell on the wound wrapped in gauze, with some unclear feelings...... Then he thought of something, and then continued: "Liancheng, do you know? ”

Liancheng, it was the first time he had called her like this, and his attitude was not as gentle as at the same time.

Somehow, however, the more insipid he became, the more flustered she became.

After a while, seeing that he still had nothing to do, he had to take it head-on: "The Seventh Prince has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it." ”