In a white space, Shen Qianmo felt that she was lying on a bed, surrounded by many people, Yuan Lie, the captain of the criminal police, his assistant Xiaoma, and the leading colleagues of the forensic department, all of whom were all around him, with a sad face.

Is she dead? Or did she wear it back again? If you can wear it back after being beaten, it's worth it! She tried her best to open her eyes, but in vain.

Suddenly, she felt a warm thing enter her mouth, melt in her mouth, and then a warm air flow began to slowly radiate from her chest to her whole body, soothing the restlessness in her heart, calming her whole person, and gradually clearing her consciousness.

Shen Qianmo slowly opened her eyes, the moonlight was like water, shining into the house through the window lattice, and what greeted her was a cold and handsome face like jade. She froze for a moment, the face seemed a little familiar, this was ...... King Xuan!

Shen Qianmo blinked in disbelief, was she still dreaming? But why did you dream of him, it was because I was confused.

She blinked, once again confirming that the person in front of her was really Xuan Wang Ye himself, not her own obscenity. frowned slightly, and asked puzzledly, "Why is King Xuan here?" "This is supposed to be your own room, right?

Meng Yuanheng's cold handsome face was a little dark at this time, his deep black eyes looked at her, and his voice was always low: "This king thought you were a smart person, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid, could it be that the girl's life is more precious than yours?" ”

How did he know that he had been rebuked with the rod? Also, listening to the dissatisfaction in his tone, is this blaming her for not relieving Luzhu? It's a pity that Shen Qianmo doesn't agree with the hierarchy of this era. She said lightly: "In my eyes, everyone's life is the same, and there is no distinction between high and low. ”

"So, you'd rather take twenty strokes yourself than save that girl's life? Did you know that these twenty sticks are likely to kill you? ”

Meng Yuanheng clenched his hands into fists, trying his best to hide his emotions that were about to get out of control, and said through gritted teeth. He wanted to crack open the woman's head and see what strange ideas were inside.

The hierarchy of the Dasheng Dynasty was strict, and slaves and maids belonged to the lowest class of the "untouchable" class, and as the private property of princes and nobles and wealthy families, not only did they have no personal freedom, but also had no personality to speak of, and everything was punished by the master or dealt with according to the "slave law". It is commonplace for a large family to kill a few slaves and maids, and Meng Yuanheng naturally can't understand Shen Qianmo's statement that "everyone is equal".

This woman, with unique ideas, strange behavior, and extraordinary courage, and the skills of the autopsy with one hand are comparable to the best works of the Dasheng Dynasty, he will never believe that a daughter of the Guogong Mansion who does not leave the door will have such ability. But such a strange woman made him interested and couldn't stop.

"What kind of person are you? How many secrets are you hiding? He said softly, as if asking, as if talking to himself, and a little puzzled appeared on his cold face.

Shen Qianmo's intuition told her that this man must know that he was Mo Xin, and it was no accident that he came forward to help him out last time.

She calmly met his gaze, glanced at his well-groomed legs, and said, "King Xuan's secrets seem to be quite a lot. ”

People who are still in wheelchairs during the day can run around freely at night, Meng Yuanheng, you are even more shocking.

Meng Yuanheng was silent for a moment, then the corners of his mouth rose slightly, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and his cold face eased slightly, "It's fair to say this." ”

He put down a delicate small white porcelain bottle at the head of her bed and said, "This medicine is good for your injuries, one a day, remember to take it on time." ”

Before the words fell, before Shen Qianmo could see clearly, he had already turned sideways, jumped out of the window, and between a few ups and downs, he had already crossed the courtyard wall and disappeared.

Shen Qianmo was dumbfounded. This man with outstanding light skills and a sleek body is sure to be the man in the wheelchair? If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you couldn't have imagined it.

She struggled to sit up and leaned against the head of the bed, picked up the small porcelain bottle left by Meng Yuanheng, opened it and looked at it, it contained a few pills. I just took it in a coma, so it should be the same. It seems that the effect of the medicine is really good, and after only a while, I can already sit up.

At this moment, Mama Xu's footsteps came from outside. Shen Qianmo was stunned, no wonder Meng Yuanheng left in a hurry just now, he should have heard Mama Xu's footsteps. Could it be that the legendary prince who is not good at doing things is actually a master with strong martial arts and deep hiding?

"Miss, you're awake!" As soon as Mama Xu entered the door, she saw that Shen Qianmo had already sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, and cried out in surprise.

"Hmm." Shen Qianmo nodded at her, remembering that Luzhu had also been beaten, and asked, "How is Luzhu, is she okay?" ”

Mama Xu wiped her tears and said, "This girl Luzhu is also very injured, and her whole body is hot at this moment, so she thinks she has a fever." ”

"Has the doctor come to see you?" Fever can be a small symptom and must be treated as soon as possible.

"I went to see it by the way when I finished watching Miss this morning, but because it was a slave, the house doctor didn't look at it carefully, and hastily prepared a few pairs of medicines, and it didn't seem to have any effect after drinking it." Mama Xu answered truthfully. That's how to be a slave, the house doctor can come to show Luzhu, it's already for the sake of the eldest lady's face.

Regarding the behavior of treating human life as a mustard in this era, Shen Qianmo really said that he couldn't accept it. She said to Mama Xu: "Mama Xu, just say that it is my order, let the house doctor do his best to diagnose and treat Luzhu, if there is anything wrong with Luzhu, he doesn't have to do it in the house anymore." ”

It is said that the doctor is benevolent, and there should be no distinction between high and low in the heart of the doctor, just like her, any corpse is equal to her.

Meng Yuanheng flew down the wall of the Shen Mansion, and the guard Changdong appeared in front of him like a shadow. Changdong still had a paralyzed face, but his tone of voice was a little emotional: "Master, you are like this...... Not good. ”

Meng Yuanheng ignored him, walked straight to a carriage parked on the side of the street, lifted the curtain and flashed in, and spit out a few words at the same time: "Go and call the master of Yunzhuang." ”

Changdong looked at the back of the carriage leaving, and silently looked up at the sky. What time is it? Looks like it's almost three shifts. Is it really good to disturb the drunken dreams of the owner of Yun Zhuang now? But the master's orders cannot be disobeyed. Changdong felt very entangled.

There was silence for a while, but he still felt that it was more important to obey orders. If the master is angry, he cannot bear it. As for the owner of Yun Zhuang, it's a big deal to be careful in the future, just don't be plotted by him.

Meng Yuanheng was leaning in the carriage at this time with his eyes closed and contemplating, looking lazy and sexy. Only he knows that he is in terrible pain right now. Fang had just forcibly urged the True Qi to walk and use light exercises, and now the two legs were like thousands of silver needles pricking, and the pain was abnormal. However, he has become accustomed to physical pain, and in the past 7 years, has there been a day when he has not spent it in pain?

But when he saw Shen Qianmo in a coma tonight, he felt that the pain in his body was far worse than the pain in his heart. His hand still had the feeling of caressing the scar on her face, and for the first time, he really felt the rough texture. Thinking of how her delicate body could bear the twenty sticks, Meng Yuanheng's heart felt like it was being pinched.

Whoever dares to hurt him will bear the price of his wrath.