The entire sleeve of his coat was cut off by him, revealing his smooth, white arms. Her arms were thin, but near her armpits, they were thickly wrapped in cloth. Blood oozed from the wound and stained the white cloth red.

For some reason, the anger in Li Cong's heart suddenly decreased a lot.

"You don't have to." Su Qiang struggled hard, wanting to shake off Li Cong's hand.

Li Cong had already untied the cloth wrapped in wounds three or two times, took out the white medicine to treat the wound from under the dark compartment of Su Qiang's dresser, and carefully sprinkled it on the wound.

The wound that was oozing blood was like a severed river, and the bleeding immediately stopped.

He didn't explain how he knew she was secretly hiding white medicine.

She didn't ask him how he knew everything about his dormitory.

"Why don't you leave me alone?" There was a bit of resentment in his voice, his good-looking eyes drooped slightly, and he carefully wrapped her wound again, and said lightly: "You are the crown princess, I am your husband." If you die, I will give an account. ”

After a pause, he said: "Now that the East Palace is in turmoil, if the crown princess doesn't want this building to collapse and be smashed to blood, it's better to be honest."

He has a lot to say today.

Su Qiang was still thinking about being executed by Li Cong's order in her previous life, and her heart was surging and she was silent.

"Does it hurt?" After he finished bandaging the wound, he saw that her brows were tightly knit, and he couldn't help but ask.

Before she could answer, he said coldly: "The pain is also self-inflicted!" You can't kill anyone, always pick something with high difficulty. ”

High difficulty.

It is indeed very difficult to assassinate the crown prince, but killing Wei Huailin was a one-time success.

Su Qiang glanced up at him, ignoring his strange quips, and suddenly asked, "Is the Guogong Mansion secretly loyal to the regent?"

She couldn't think of anything other than party strife that could labor the prince to get rid of the Fuguo Mansion by himself.

Li Cong's expression was slightly stunned, and he didn't understand where this abrupt question came from, so he thought for a while and said, "As far as I know, no."

Su Qiang had a little suspicion in her eyes, and asked, "Then why did the prince want to kill the Guogong Mansion?"

The indoor air was a little stagnant, Li Cong let go of Su Qiang's arm, looked at her bright eyes, and replied, "Where do you see that this palace is going to be unfavorable to the Guogong Mansion?"

It seems that he is reluctant to admit it.

Su Qiang snorted coldly and said, "Although there is no proof of death, this is what I asked from Wei Huailin." ”

Li Cong looked at her, his expression was a little more inquisitive, and he said in a harmonious voice: "Actually, I've always been curious, why are you so interested in the Fuguo Mansion." ”

first called Cui Wanyan's name in a dream, and then had a protective heart for the entire Fuguo Mansion. He always thought that Shangshu Mansion and Fuguo Mansion were on the same footing, but he didn't know what angle Su Qiang was standing on, and he hid his selfishness in Fuguo Mansion.

Su Qiang took a coat from the hanger to cover her arm, glanced at Li Cong and said, "It's none of your business that I'm interested, but I might as well tell you, if you want to do something to the Fuguo Mansion, I'm the first one who won't agree." ”

Li Cong looked at Su Qiang fixedly, and didn't know what to say for a while.

In this capital, he is not the only one who wants to protect the Guogong Mansion and the people in the mansion.

At first, he liked that pair of clear eyes, that chic and wanton woman. But she was gone, and he wanted to help her protect her family.

The person in front of him was his nominal wife, and she had the same attachment as him.

Li Cong took a breath of warm air, glanced at Su Qiang deeply, and said, "Okay." ”

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