Chapter 184: This king wants to break his body into ten thousand pieces

"This king doesn't believe it!" Murong Qi retorted in a deep voice: "When Qing Huan was in the boudoir, she didn't know how to use medical skills, how could she have such a subordinate medicine?" ”

"My sister has great powers, and the medicine to cure the disease seems to be available at any time, and it is like a trick, can it be difficult for her to have a little Hehuan San?"

"Qinghuan is benevolent and benevolent, it is impossible to do such a thing. Unless she confessed it himself, the king would not believe it, so he went and asked her personally. ”

"Don't."

"Why?" Murong Qi stared at her meaningfully.

"My sister didn't know my relationship with the prince, because the two splashes didn't succeed that night, and she only thought that I had escaped the catastrophe. If she knew that I had an affair with the prince before marriage, and it was spread out, and Qinglang was also ashamed to die, it would be better to hit my head on the pillar, so as not to be discussed in private, saying that I took the initiative to seduce my sister's father-in-law, then I can't wash it by jumping into the Yellow River. Please, lord, don't mention a word to your sister about this matter. ”

"If you don't ask clearly, how can this king believe your words, and how can he get justice for you?"

"What Qinglang cares about is only the prince's views and attitudes towards Qinglang, and nothing else matters. Besides, even if you ask your sister, will your sister admit it calmly? ”

"This king will naturally investigate clearly."

"How to investigate? Let Deputy Yu go to investigate? Spread out the ugly things of the concubine's body and hang it in front of everyone, do everyone know about it? I have nothing left now, my lord, don't deprive me of this last bit of pitiful dignity. ”

Murong Qi was silent, a little entangled in his heart.

Not for the reason Leng Qinglang said, but for another reason.

The fact that he had been to Nanshan Nunnery that night was confidential and of great importance, and no one knew about it except for the chance to meet Leng Qinglang.

Especially Leng Qinghuan, I can't let her know that if there is a slight mistake in the pool, if the news leaks, it will be a big deal.

Therefore, in the face of Leng Qinghuan's temptation, intentionally or unintentionally, Murong Qi didn't say a word about his one-night love affair with Leng Qinglang.

But if you don't ask about it, it will become a knot in your heart, and you will never be able to untie it.

He didn't believe that Leng Qinghuan would be so despicable. She faced a woman she didn't know on the street, and when she was too busy to take care of herself, she would drag a serious wound and come to her rescue, and she was sad and resentful because of her powerlessness, and righteously condemned the bystanders who added fuel to the fire.

She had never harmed anyone with her medical skills.

In her own words, with her medical skills, it was easy to put Leng Qinglang to death without knowing it. Why bother?

But even if I can't believe it, that night, "Leng Qinglang" was calculated to be true, and Leng Qinghuan has a great possibility.

For a while, I was entangled and in a dilemma.

He sighed lightly: "This king promises you that he will not continue to pursue this matter for the time being. But if you let this king know that you are talking nonsense and slandering Qinghuan like last time, this king will not spare you. ”

Unexpectedly, after all the effort to talk about it, Murong Qi still didn't believe his words.

Leng Qinglang gritted his teeth: "What the prince said about slander, is it referring to the matter of Liu San, the gardener in the house?" Qinglang dared to say again, the man in red was very good, he came and went without a trace, when he entered and exited the Prime Minister's Mansion, it was like entering a no-man's land, and now he is even more bold and chased after the Qiwang Mansion. For the sake of the reputation of the palace, the concubine kindly reminded the prince to know, are you blaming me? ”

"You know this person?"

"If I didn't know, how could I dare to say that my sister lost her virginity before marriage in front of the prince? Why is my sister planning to harm me? How did I find out? ”

Murong Qi's breath stagnated: "He often goes to the Prime Minister's Mansion?" ”

Leng Qinglang carefully coveted his face, only thinking that he had successfully provoked Murong Qi's suspicion and anger towards Leng Qinghuan, and he was secretly proud in his heart.

"This kind of thing tastes like marrow, and I can't endure it if I don't see it for three days, otherwise, I won't be inadvertently broken."

"Who is he?"

Leng Qinglang shook his head: "I don't know." ”

Murong Qi clenched his fists tightly, and for a while, his heart was full of anger.

This question has taken root in his heart, tormenting him from time to time. Especially when he knew that day that Qing Huan was not voluntary, but was forced by others, he was very distressed and resentful, and the strong hatred that he had never had made his eyes red.

He swore that one day, he would personally slash this man who ruined Qinghuan's innocence, torture him, and repay the suffering he inflicted on Qinghuan tenfold and hundredfold. However, he didn't dare to ask, he didn't want to torture Qing Huan, so that she tore her wound again, revealing a bloody unbearable situation.

Could it really be the man in red? Is there still credibility in Leng Qinglang's words?

Whether it is or not, this man in red is going to be there for a while. conspired against Qing Huan, and he also wanted him to pay the price.

Murong Qi clenched his teeth: "What you said is true?" ”

"The concubine is already disheartened, and she has no intention of arguing with her sister anymore, so why talk nonsense to slander her?"

"If you let the king know that one of the things you said is false, the king will never forgive you easily."

Leng Qinglang felt a pang in his heart: "The prince didn't believe it, so he just treated him as a concubine and didn't say anything." When I turned around, my sister cried to you and defended you, but you are afraid that you will blame me again for sowing discord. Why should I do so much? The prince will let me go. ”

"This king still says the same thing, I can let you go, but I don't agree with you to go to Nanshan Nunnery. You go back and calm down for a few days, and don't be rash. Come on, take your wife back to Wisteria Cottage. ”

Mother Zhao consciously took a few steps back, and when she heard Murong Qi's summons, she stepped forward, supported Leng Qinglang, and persuaded in a low voice.

Leng Qinglang cried aggrieved, lowered his head, and was blessed: "Then the concubine will go back first." ”

Murong Qi stood for a long time, becoming more and more flustered, and ordered in a deep voice: "Someone! ”

Immediately, a guard stepped forward to obey the order.

"Tell Di Tingwei to inquire about the identity of a person."

"Who?"

"A few days ago, I took the red-clothed man who was having fun in the Floating Life Pavilion. From here, the king needs to know everything about him. ”

The head of the guard is commanded.

"And ......" Murong Qi stopped the guard who turned around and wanted to leave, hesitated and struggled for a moment, but still waved his hand and ordered him to retreat.

He wanted Di Tingwei to investigate the matter of Leng Qinghuan, but he remembered that last time she insisted on making peace. married as a husband and wife, love and affection are not suspicious, it is very inappropriate to investigate her behind her back, and finally give up.

That night, he lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Leng Qinglang's words caused too much shock in his heart. Although he knew that her words might not be credible, so many coincidences overlapped perfectly that he had to believe it.

People who are carried away by love are sensitive and suspicious.

If Qinghuan is really such a woman, what should she do?

It was really difficult to make a decision in my heart for a while, and I didn't know how to answer and face the questions that Leng Qinghuan let me think about that day.

He thought he should need a little more time.