Su Qiang was a little sarcastic in her eyes, gritted her teeth and said: "As His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said, in this world, there are always people who are not very lucky."

can alarm the prince to know, it seems that Wei Huailin is still dead.

He was indeed the prince's man.

When the situation is difficult and dangerous, it is not easy to cultivate a cronie, and it is a cronie of the military department, Su Qiang can imagine. But this cronie was killed by herself, no wonder the prince always thought that she was the regent's person.

It's no wonder that his eyes are tearing at this time, as if he wants to kill himself with a knife.

Li Cong's hand was still holding Su Qiang's arm, which was so thin that it seemed to be able to break at once. But such an arm can draw a bow and shoot arrows, and can draw a sword to kill.

Anger and anxiety intertwined, making Li Cong's hand clench tighter and tighter.

"Do you know how hard it took me to transfer him back to the capital." Li Cong tried to calm himself down and asked sharply.

Previously, taking advantage of Su Qiang's illness, he forced the regent to issue an order. But along the way, all kinds of joints have to be opened. Now that the East Palace is weak, he has made a lot of efforts in private to let Wei Huailin return to the capital as quickly as possible.

Seeing that he was about to see Wei Huailin, everything was easily destroyed by Su Qiang.

"I don't know," Su Qiang looked at him, there was no timidity in his eyes, let alone uneasiness. "But I don't know that Wei Huailin is the person of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Li Cong let go of Su Qiang's arm, his expression was a little depressed, and he paused: "Yes or no, what's the matter." Hongu just wanted to see him and ask about something. The crown princess had a good means, and she actually grabbed the front of the palace. ”

Yes, if she hadn't been in front, how would she know that the person who killed Cui Wange was her own pillow person.

Thinking of getting along these days, I gradually became indifferent to the idea of killing Li Cong, and I felt that I was really blind.

But at this time, even if the knife is in her hand, in front of people, she still can't do it.

"It's a coincidence," Su Qiang said with a cold expression: "I went to see him, and I also wanted to ask about something." But he was unlucky and died. ”

"Looks like he's a jack of all trades." Li Cong smiled dejectedly. Now that Wei Huailin is dead, nothing can be done. Cui Wange's matter seems to have to be investigated from elsewhere.

When my mind relaxed, I felt that the pain in my back was unbearable. Li Cong took out the analgesic plaster from his sleeve pocket, and suddenly felt that his palms were sticky.

In the palm of his hand, there was a red ball of blood.

The source of this bloodstain is Su Qiang's arm.

Blood seeped from within, soaking several inches of his sleeve.

It's my own carelessness. Even if she has some skills, assassinating a court general is not an easy task.

Li Cong reached out again and grabbed her arm, this time lower, deliberately avoiding her wound.

"You're hurt, why didn't you say it earlier." He asked, his tone much more softened.

Su Qiang bit her lip lightly, and said with a cold expression: "The bleeding has already stopped, but it was the prince who scratched the wound again." ”

Li Cong frowned slightly, put the ointment in his hand under Su Qiang's nose, and ordered, "Smell it." ”

"Drugged again?" She asked.

"Smell!" Li Cong's ointment came up and made her smell it.

After the refreshing aroma, a tingling sensation flowed through the body, and the wound on the arm was not too painful.

Su Qiang looked at him in a daze, not understanding why he was suddenly so kind.

Li Cong stuffed the ointment into Su Qiang's other hand, he found a pair of scissors from the dressing table, cut Su Qiang's sleeves in three or two strokes, and took off his clothes.

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