The maids then thought, could it be that this ugly fat cat is the little ancestor given by King Cheng, and thought that if he really recklessly injured this little guy by mistake just now, I am afraid that a hundred lives will not be enough to die.

Seeing the dexterous action of this black cat eating elbows, not to mention that there is really a master and a cat. The maid was so suddenly screamed by the knife Feifei, I have to say that she was startled, and finally came back to her senses, and was about to get up, when she saw her young lady crossed her waist and strode over.

The maid was inevitably a little nervous, Miss was naturally blaming herself, she didn't have an eye for it, and she dared to scold this expensive cat master. I didn't think about it, but I saw my own lady pointing in the direction of the black cat.

"What about you, did you hear it, it's okay else, this elbow is Miss Ben's, don't hurry up and get out of the way for me."

Until Ling'er stepped forward to help the maid up, the maid's eyes were not willing to wake up from the picture of one person and one cat, eating elbows, you fight for me, each does not give in, it is so discordant.

Early the next morning, Dao Wenjue received a summons, looked panicked, and rushed out in a little hurry.

Yue Xianju

"Is the news still reliable?" Dao Wenjue's complexion was obviously a little bad. knew that the Jiangnan flood and greed for ink was related to his loyal and righteous mansion, and it was not so easy to break the case.

If he didn't have a 100% certainty, how could Liu Zhibai be trustworthy, but he thought about the worst result, how to say that the court should symbolically give the initiator some innocuous punishments, but he never thought that he would throw out a scapegoat nakedly, and the innocent would just be guilty, and he lost his life before he could be arrested in the dark prison, and coincidentally left the bloody letter of confession and punishment.

It's such a coincidence, there is no proof of death, I have to say, it is really impossible to think that everyone else is a fool. Liu Zhibai knew that Dao Wenjue had come all the way, and the difficulty of investigating the case had been dissuaded many times before, this matter of greedy ink has been a hot potato since ancient times, and in the end, it will inevitably involve the powerful people in the DPRK, and it is small to offend people for no reason, and it is not worth losing one's life.

It's just that this Dao Wenjue is just a stubborn character, and he still has no result in trying to dissuade him, so he has to adhere to what justice and axioms, but in this world, officials and officials protect each other, the world is as black as a crow, the life of his high-ranking officials and nobles is life, and the common people are cheap names, the so-called axioms, where is the axioms?

Liu Zhibai just nodded helplessly.

Dao Wenjue only guessed the beginning, but not the end, instinctively took two steps back, and almost fell to the ground.

"That Wang Junran and I still have some friendship, but I never thought that I actually hurt him!" Dao Wenjue casually picked up the wine glass on the table and dried it down in one gulp.

"Ahem!" On weekdays, I occasionally have a drink, but it is not as strong and choking as today's wine. Or that he didn't drink wine, but that stomach full of sourness and unwillingness.

Liu Zhibai only thought that it was better to let it out than to hold it in his heart, so he didn't dissuade him, but just drank a few glasses with him, not daring to comfort him too much.

Who is his Dao Wenjue, I really don't know how to be in the truth, even if this Wang family dies in vain, without his Wang family, there will be the Chen family, the Li family, except for him Dao Wenjue is here to drink without help, who really cares.

"Chuchen, you can't drink anymore, you're drunk!" Liu Zhibai saw that Dao Wenjue's cheeks were red, his eyes were blurred, and he was obviously a little drunk, so he had to snatch the wine glass and carefully help the person up.

Dao Wenjue was originally quite cooperative, but when he saw that he had walked down the stairs, he became restless, pushed Liu Zhibai aside, and walked out of Yue Xianju in a hurry.

Liu Zhibai hurriedly called his entourage to follow, drunk like this, if he met a villain, how could he pay it back. It's just that it's still a step too late after all.

"The Four Princes are not good!" Without waiting for the entourage to finish speaking, Liu Zhibai rushed out, and sure enough, he saw Dao Wenjue being hit by an arrow in the chest and lying in a pool of blood.

"Come on, don't hurry up and invite Lang Zhong!"

Chengwangfu

Yun Cheng only felt that today and didn't know what was wrong, and his right eye kept beating wildly. The mood is inevitably a little impetuous and restless.

"Oh no, Lord Wang!" The housekeeper is naturally not without rules, but it is about the ancestor, so he doesn't care about anything else.

"But what's going on at the beginning!" Yun Cheng stepped forward suddenly, thinking about asking the housekeeper about the matter, but he felt a pain in his chest for a while, so he had to cover his chest with one hand and prop one hand on the table.

The butler was inevitably a little nervous and incoherent.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on!" Yun Cheng didn't care about his own pain, and clasped his hands on the butler's shoulders.

"Knife squire him, he's been assassinated!" Without waiting for the housekeeper to finish speaking, he was pushed aside by Yun Cheng.

The housekeeper didn't care about his own pain, he was busy catching up, his own prince's temper, he knew best, the little ancestor was his bottom line, and now someone rushed into the little ancestor without knowing whether he was alive or dead, but he was afraid that the prince was angry and did something unimaginable.

Protector General's Palace

The incident happened suddenly, and Liu Zhibai had to call Lang Zhong to come for treatment for the time being. It's just that this arrow wound is extraordinary, and it hits the vital point, so ordinary Langzhong naturally can't be treated.

Liu Zhibai didn't dare to delay, he was busy bringing people back to the General's Mansion, and by the way, he sent someone to ask for a royal doctor.

In such a blue sky, there was a thief who dared to stab the court officials on the street, and naturally the news came out quickly, and as soon as Dao Batian received the news, he was busy rushing back.

Frost-free Temple

It was rare for the dormitory to be so crowded, Dao Zhun sat in front of the couch with frowns, but he didn't dare to disturb Qin Xi's diagnosis and treatment.

It is rare for Dao Feifei to stand aside honestly, but his heart is not as calm as it seems, it stands to reason that his eldest brother usually doesn't even disdain quarrels, so how can he be hated in vain. Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but fall on Liu Zhibai, it was not related to these four princes, but he quickly denied it, it shouldn't be, after all, good-looking people don't have too bad hearts.

Such a great good thing, how could I be missing Yuyao. Yu Yao was originally holding back the fire because of the black cat, little beast, don't think that the old lady can't find your shortcomings, I never thought that it was just one night's work, and God helped me clean up this animal. Hahaha, God help me Yuyao.

"Madame, slow down!" Xia Er watched his wife trot all the way to the Frost-Free Palace, not caring at all that she already had a body. It is said that it is difficult to be a stepmother, but it is true. It's just that the son and the eldest lady really don't know how to lift, and they trample on the heart of the lady in vain.

Yu Yao's anxiety is naturally true, Mrs. Ben wants to see this little beast die with her own eyes, but I am afraid that it will be one step too late and will not be able to catch up with the heat.

Yu Yao had just arrived at the Frost-Free Hall for less than a moment, when she saw the sword tyrant in the sky, she hurried back. Hurriedly stepped forward, twisting the handkerchief in his hand and just putting it in front of his eyes, but in a moment he squeezed out a few tears.

"General, you're back!"

Dao Batian was naturally concerned about his son's safety, but when he saw Yu Yao like this, he had to kindly comfort him.

"Okay Yao'er, how is Wen Jue doing?"

As soon as Dao Batian asked, Yu Yao's face was instantly bad, I thought that it would be good for this little beast to die on this one, but I never thought that it was really a big life, but he was shot through the heart by that flying arrow, and he didn't worry about his life.

"General, don't worry, Jue'er is fine, it's just, it's just ......" Without waiting for Yu Yao to finish speaking, Dao Batian had already taken a few steps and rushed to the front of the bed.

"Imperial Doctor Qin, how is the dog?" Dao Batian saw that the arrow had been removed, and there was only a basin of blood on the ground, although he had been galloping on the field for many years, and he had suffered countless arrow wounds of all sizes, but he was only injured on his son, which was only a little more painful than the injury on his own body, and he couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw his son in a coma, his miserable white face.

After Qin Xi finished bandaging, he led everyone away, and now what the patient needs most is rest. After exiting the dormitory, Qin Xi was busy writing a prescription casually, and ordered him to hurry up and grab the medicine and boil the medicine, now although Dao Wenjue said that his life was worry-free, he finally lost too much blood, and the arrow wound went straight to the point, if it was a little more accurate, I was afraid that it would be unimaginable.

After sending Qin Xi away, Dao Batian noticed Liu Zhibai on the side, and knew that this Liu Zhibai was unfathomable, but he was good friends with Wen Jue on weekdays, so he didn't have too much suspicion. It's just that now his son has left the house in a good way, but after having a meal with him, he returned seriously injured, if it is really a pure coincidence, how can he Liu Zhibai be unscathed.

Liu Zhibai is naturally not stupid, just looking at Dao Batian's eyes that are not scorching, he can see his intentions, I have to say, now he has three more mouths, but I am afraid that he can't explain it clearly. The person behind this has to say that it is really calculating. It's just that I am a dignified fourth prince, although I am now a proton, I calculate that he is just a Daling household servant, and there are benefits.

Liu Zhibai only thinks that Dao Batian is a beloved son, so he can't blame it, but he has to spend some effort to explain.

It is said that Xiucai met the soldiers, and it is unreasonable to say, but Liu Zhibai saw it today, and it took him a lot of effort to truthfully explain the original end of the matter to Dao Batian.

Dao Batian reacted for a while before he pondered, so it was. After all, I took it for granted, and I blamed myself for not dissuading him at the beginning, this Jiangnan flood and greed for ink, I knew that it was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, what kind of Wang family boy, who was not well-known, even if he borrowed a hundred courages from him, he didn't dare to do such a bold thing, besides, he was just a sesame mung bean point official, and he wanted to be greedy for ink and how much he could be greedy.

Dao Batian was thinking about explaining to Liu Zhibai his previous reckless mistakes, who Liu Zhibai was, if he really cared about it, there was no need to stay here, it was in vain. Seeing that Dao Wenjue was unharmed, he finally put his mind at ease, and then left with peace of mind.

It was night, Dao Wenjue was groggy, feeling dry mouth, and his whole body had no strength. Extremely weak, I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or a waking up, but I just muttered casually.

"Water!"

Half-asleep and half-awake, I only felt that someone had carefully lifted me up, and there was a little warmth on my lips. After just a few sips, he choked out.

"Ahem!" The sharp pain in his chest finally made Dao Wenjue slowly open his eyes.

The person in front of him with a wrinkled brow is not that person and who is it.

Dao Wenjue slowed down for a while, and then rubbed into the man's arms as if coquettish. Then he spoke slowly.

"Lord, am I dreaming?" As soon as Dao Wenjue's words fell, he only felt a chill on his forehead. Is that actually tears, they all say that men don't flick when they have tears, they have known him for so long, and they have never seen him cry once. Just looked at him on weekdays, no matter what happened, he was so calm and calm, I just thought that he could only laugh and not cry.

It turns out that he can cry and care.

Yun Cheng only carefully pulled the person into his arms a few points, and his slender fingers first carefully brushed the messy hair that was a little messy across Dao Wenjue's eyes, and then swept across the slightly pale cheeks, until he saw the bloody gauze on the left and right on his chest. I only felt that my heart hurt like a knife. didn't wait for himself to speak, and he never thought that the person in his arms would take the lead.

"The prince doesn't have to be like this, the minister doesn't hurt!" The corners of Dao Wenjue's mouth were hooked, and he barely squeezed out a smile, how did he know that this smile was not much better than the blunt knife digging into the heart in someone's eyes.

"Did Chuchen want my life?"