In the Yishan Hall, Minghui, who was wearing a black cloak, looked at Lang Zhong who was tied up in front of him, ignoring the other party's trembling appearance, and suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist with his left hand.

"Spare your life...... Spare your life! ”

Lang Zhong was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, his goatee was messy, and the little two on the side were trembling.

"Hero, spare your life! You can give you whatever you want! Lang Zhong crawled forward, grabbed the hem of Minghui's black robe with his hand, and then took out a few silver tickets from his arms.

Minghui condescendingly looked at Lang Zhong, and had been with a bunch of Mo Nanchen for many years, and he was full of the terrifying aura of Mo Nanchen.

Seeing this, Lang Zhong was even more frightened, and handed the silver ticket respectfully towards Minghui regardless of it: "Good man, these are all for you, please spare my life!" ”

Minghui's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he put away the sword that intimidated them in time.

His eyes were cold, he slowly squatted down, pinched Lang Zhong's neck with his left hand, gritted his teeth word by word and asked, "Today in the Three Princes' Mansion, is the Three Princes acting abnormally?" ”

The Three Princes?

Lang Zhong looked stunned, as if he didn't expect that he would be caught, it would be because of Mo Nanqi.

"What? Don't want to say? Minghui sneered, his deliberately lowered voice was even more terrifying, the coldness in his eyes was even stronger, and Lang Zhong shuddered.

Seeing that Minghui was about to draw his sword, Lang Zhong hurriedly waved his hand: "I said I said!" ”

"The third prince summoned us and other doctors today, all to show him......" Lang Zhong seemed to be a little embarrassed.

"What are you showing him?"

Minghui frowned, and his face was extremely unkind when he was not covered by the black scarf.

After bumping into Minghui wanting to take the sword, Lang Zhong's fear came out wildly, and he hurriedly continued to say with a sad face: "The third prince has injured his descendants!" ”

"The third prince's injury is very difficult to treat, and it is not conducive to prolonging the heirs if it is cured, so the third prince is very angry."

Lang Zhong had a bitter face, and he didn't dare to hide anything.

As soon as the words came out, not only Minghui was shocked, but Xiao Er on the side was also shocked.

A dignified prince, if this hurts the roots of the descendants, there will be no descendants, which is equivalent to waving goodbye directly without the throne.

Minghui immediately understood the reason, it turned out that this was the reason why Mo Nanqi desperately called Lang Zhong to go, but not the imperial doctor.

He raised his hand, and under Lang Zhong's frightened eyes, slashed at Lang Zhong's neck, and then glanced at Xiao Er, who was lying up straight without daring to make a sound, he pulled his lips lightly and turned away with a sneer.

After quickly returning to the palace, Minghui met An Ruqing on the road.

"Princess......

Minghui hesitated for a while, but still chased after him.

An Ruqing turned to look at Minghui, before Minghui explained his intention, An Ruqing had already raised her eyes in surprise and saw that something was wrong with him.

"How did your right arm fall off?"

An Ruqing's eyes widened, this prosthetic limb was made and installed by him for Minghui, so he naturally knew what to do correctly.

Now Minghui is standing here, but her right arm is naturally vertical, and from her point of view, she can see that Minghui's prosthetic leg is longer than her left arm, which looks like a prosthetic limb has fallen off.

Minghui was embarrassed to touch his head, and he blushed slightly: "Princess, today is a subordinate who is reckless and has not properly protected the prosthesis." ”

He reached out and touched his right arm, embarrassed and embarrassed.

In order to help him make this prosthetic, the princess was tired and busy for as long as he could, but now he doesn't cherish it.

When he was in the Three Princes' Mansion, he could have dodged the teacup, but he forced the teacup to fall on him.

If it weren't for this, his prosthetic leg wouldn't have fallen off and crooked.

Under An Ruqing's questioning, Minghui told the matter of the Three Princes' Mansion.

"Since you are covering it for the prince, I will repair it for you. Even if you didn't cover it for the prince, it doesn't hurt if you take it to me to repair it. ”

An Ruqing looked at Minghui's eyes that didn't dare to look at her, and said with a helpless smile: "Minghui, you don't have to have a psychological burden." ”

The two of them were in the verandah, talking as they went, and finally walked around the corner and disappeared from sight.

When the secret guard hiding on the roof in the shadows saw this, he immediately returned to the Three Princes' Mansion and explained everything to Monanqi.

Hearing the secret guard say that An Ruqing saw at a glance that something was wrong with Minghui's right arm, Mo Nanqi's eyes narrowed slightly: "Are you sure you can see clearly?" Did An Ruqing take the initiative to mention Minghui's right arm? ”

"If you go back to Your Highness, your subordinates can see it clearly. It was indeed mentioned by An Ruqing, and after she said it, Minghui also touched his right arm. ”

The butler beside him looked at the dark guard, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't wait to look at Mo Nanqi: "Your Highness, I don't know if you still remember the smallpox incident before." ”

The smallpox plague was an unwarranted disaster that left a deep impression on them.

Mo Nanqi glanced at the butler, impatient to raise an eyebrow.

"The slave remembered that the smallpox epidemic was cured by An Ruqing. Your Highness, now that you are injured, why don't we let An Ruqing take a look? Seeing that the boy was irritable, the housekeeper hurriedly said that he didn't dare to play dumb riddles again.

Let An Ruqing rule?

Mo Nanqi's face was blue, and a monstrous anger suddenly appeared, he suddenly threw the pillow on the bed to the ground, and watched the butler grit his teeth and roar: "Don't you think that His Highness has not lost enough of shame?" Do you want His Highness to lose face and throw it to Mo Nanchen! ”

As a man, the most important place was injured, and he endured his irritability and shame to let Lang Zhong see that he had exhausted his life's courage.

But those Lang Zhong were all extremely useless, not only could they not come up with a way to treat him, but they couldn't even say an opinion.

If the news of his Sun Gen's injury spreads, how can the ministers and families who follow him support him anymore.

An emperor who cannot leave an heir of his own is an extremely loyal courtier, and he will not follow such an emperor in the future.

Thinking of this, a burst of anger rose in Menanqi's heart.

"If you let this prince know. Whoever attacked my mansion today, I will cut him with a thousand knives to vent my anger! Mo Nanqi grinded Senbai's teeth hard, anger swirling on Jun's face.

The butler's face was a little hesitant, he opened his lips and did not speak.

After a while, he looked at the angry Mo Nanqi again, and couldn't help but whisper to persuade: "Your Highness, the folk Lang Chinese medicine skills are useless, and the imperial doctor in the palace must not be called, so since An Ruqing can cure smallpox, if you want to come to Your Highness, your illness can also be cured." ”

After speaking, he looked at Mo Nanqi's unpredictable face, and seeing that he was not angry, he couldn't help but quickly add: "The only priority now is that Your Highness, you get better quickly, your great cause is still waiting for you to deal with, you must not be hit by this matter!" ”

What the housekeeper said was that he hoped that Mo Nanqi would go to An Ruqing for treatment.

After all, smallpox, an extremely incurable disease, An Ruqing has been cured, and Mo Nanqi is just hurting the roots of his descendants, and for An Ruqing, there must be a way to cure this disease.

After hearing this, Mo Nanqi's frowning brows slowly stretched.

The steward was right, and the top priority was to cure him as soon as possible. If the descendants are not cured, he will get the throne and will not be able to sit steadily.

It's just An Ruqing......

Mo Nanqi's eyebrows showed hesitation, he had hurt An Ruqing, and later he also had a strong love for An Ruqing.

But in her opinion, she must be an unpleasant person, so how could she be willing to heal herself?

Mo Nanqi's face suddenly turned ugly, and after a while, he took a deep breath, dragged his tired body, and personally walked to the table to write a letter of treatment......