The sun is shining and the heat is blowing in your face.

Mo Nanchen originally looked indifferent, but after listening to what Minghui said, his deep black eyes quickly appeared shocked.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Mo Yuan, his dark pupils shook, and Jun's face couldn't hide the look of surprise.

Although there are many enemies of Monanqi, there are not many people who will blatantly attack him now.

There are many children of the family in the capital, even if there are people who have an enmity with Mo Nanqi, they will not hurt him so easily.

Among the princes, he has the most no intention of the throne, and he and An Ruqing have been together last night, so it is definitely not him who will attack Mo Nanqi.

Now that the candidates are being excluded step by step, only Mo Yuan, who lives in the palace, is the most suspicious.

Mo Yuan blinked blankly, he scratched his cheeks at Mo Nanchen's shocked pupils: "What is Uncle Huang looking at Yuan'er like this?" And what did Uncle Sanhuang do? Who wants to hurt Uncle Sanhuang! ”

Hearing the sound, Mo Nanchen's thin lips pursed into a line.

In the past, when Mo Yuan did not have amnesia, he would never call him and Mo Nanqi the emperor's uncle, and Mo Yuan's hatred for Mo Nanqi was extremely deep.

If Mo Yuan had amnesia and heard that Mo Nanqi had been attacked, he would definitely not be able to hide his temperament.

Minghui on the side looked at the thoughtful Mo Nanchen, he hurriedly approached Mo Nanchen and whispered a few words.

After the words fell, Mo Nanchen stared at Mo Yuan's cold gaze before slowly moving away.

Since Minghui said that Mo Yuan didn't go out last night, who would be the person who attacked the Three Princes' Mansion.

He was puzzled in his heart, and after thinking for a moment, he hurriedly said: "You send Mo Yuan back to rest, and then go to the Three Princes' Mansion with this king." ”

Mo Yuan's suspicion was temporarily cleared, but she had to go to Mo Nanqi's place, if she didn't go, I was afraid that I don't know how many people would implicate him in this matter.

Minghui hugged his fists and said yes, and left with Mo Yuan.

Two black and shiny horses, riding on the empty official road, arrived at the magnificent Three Princes' Mansion, the man in the dark brocade took the lead in neatly turning over and dismounting.

"Lord Wang."

The housekeeper of the mansion saw someone coming and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

Mo Nanchen carried his back with one hand, and was about to ask a few words about Mo Nanqi, when he caught a glimpse of many Lang Zhong carrying wooden medicine boxes on his back.

"Why are there so many Langzhong?"

Mo Nan Jian frowned slightly, and as soon as he finished asking, he saw a few people carrying one person out.

He looked at it and found that the person carrying it was also Lang Zhong.

"This ......"

Mo Nanchen was shocked in his heart, there are so many Langzhong, doesn't it mean that Mo Nanqi is seriously injured?

Moreover......

He squinted his eyes and looked at the group of Lang Zhong with sad faces in front of him, which was enough to prove that Mo Nanqi's injuries were not only serious, but also difficult to heal, otherwise why would Lang Zhong have ugly faces.

After some guessing, he followed the butler and walked towards the main courtyard.

However, when he arrived at the door of the main courtyard, he saw a teacup suddenly thrown out before he could go in.

"Lord be careful!"

Minghui's expression changed, and he quickly stepped forward to block in front of Mo Nanchen.

The dark green teacup smashed on Minghui's right arm, and finally fell to the ground, becoming torn apart.

The housekeeper looked frightened, and he hurriedly pulled Minghui: "Has this guard been injured?" ”

The tea cup was not light, and it was thrown out so vigorously that it must have hurt when it hit the arm.

Minghui turned sideways to dodge the butler's outstretched hand, covered his right arm with his left hand, and shook his head slightly: "I'm fine." ”

Having said that, the butler's worried eyes kept staring at Minghui's right arm, and for a while, Minghui secretly glanced at a few people around him, and after seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he quietly rubbed his right arm that was hit with his hand, his expression was as usual, but his heart was extremely anxious.

The right arm was a prosthetic leg made for him by the princess, and it seemed to have been faintly displaced by the tea cup so hard, and he couldn't lift his hand now.

Minghui lowered his eyes, hiding the anxiety in his dark eyes, and was silent for a few breaths, he secretly gritted his teeth, and as if he was gambling, he raised his hand and broke the prosthetic leg of his right arm.

I don't know if he put the displaced prosthesis back on......

Minghui sighed silently in worry, but inadvertently met the housekeeper's faint gaze, he sighed for a moment, and then raised his head silently, pretending to be calm.

He was fast just now, and others didn't know about his prosthesis, and this Mo Nanqi person would definitely not find out what he was doing.

Thinking of this, Minghui slightly loosened his heart.

In the room, Mo Nanchen stood in front of the bed, he looked condescendingly at Mo Nanqi lying on the bed, and after looking at it for a while, his brows furrowed even more.

"What's wrong with you?"

After a long silence, Mo Nanchen asked his doubts.

The dark gaze swept Mo Nanqi up and down, and after looking around from the beginning to the end, it fell on Mo Nanqi's face again, and Mo Nanchen raised his eyebrows and wondered: "I don't think you look like you're injured." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he himself was stunned.

If Mo Nanqi was not injured, how could he call so many Langzhong, and let the palace medicine doctor not call him, what is Langzhong?

Mo Nanchen frowned vaguely, and secretly looked at Mo Nanqi, who had a blue expression.

The housekeeper outside the house walked in, and after seeing that Mo Nanqi couldn't bear to close his eyes, he hurriedly saluted Mo Nanchen and said euphemistically: "Lord, my prince is unwell and wants to rest, why don't you go back first." ”

At this point, how could Mo Nanchen not hear the meaning of the drive in his words.

Mo Nanchen pulled his lips silently and sneered, he didn't need to visit Mo Nanqi, he was still happy.

As soon as he and Minghui left, the butler hurriedly approached Mo Nanqi and said, "Your Highness, the teacup you threw out in anger just now fell on the right arm of the guard named Minghui. ”

"The minion looks, something is wrong."

The housekeeper frowned, and Minghui's action of breaking his right arm with his hand couldn't help but appear in his mind, and he was amazed: "That Minghui's right arm was clearly beaten by the tea cup, but he acted like a nobody, that's all, but he still broke his right arm with his hand." ”

Mo Nanqi, who closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, there was a coldness in his dark eyes, and he pulled his lips and smiled coldly: "Minghui clearly broke a hand, how could there be an extra one." ”

"This matter is not normal, you should send someone to keep an eye on this prince!"

The butler nodded, and immediately sent a few secret guards.

On the official road, Mo Nanchen sat high on horseback, his expression was as usual, but his deep eyes were quite meaningful.

Since someone attacked Monanqi, the attackers must have been prepared, and it was impossible to send a few people.

If it was under the attack of many people, even if the Three Princes' Mansion was heavily guarded and Mo Nanqi was not injured, where did so many Langzhong come from.

It's impossible, it's Mo Nanqi who uses it to make a show for others to see, right?

Mo Nanchen frowned in confusion, his long narrow eyes were full of coldness, he lowered his eyes slightly, and suddenly remembered Mo Nanqi's blue face.

If he wasn't injured, why was his face so ugly......

This is so wrong.

"You send someone to check with the Lang Zhong to see if Mo Nanqi is injured." Mo Nanchen looked towards Minghui and happened to see him twisting his right arm with his left hand.

Minghui didn't notice anything unusual, grabbed the reins with his left hand and left.