He said to Xiao Hongchen: "Hongchen, no matter what method you use, help me contact the people from the Lenglang Sect, or help me determine whether the Lenglang Sect has accepted this job."
The leader of the Pepsi Gate Gate said: "Your Highness, it is not difficult to know whether the Leng Lang Gate has accepted it. However, if they have accepted it, it will be difficult for them to give up this mission."
He bowed his hands and saluted, "First of all, please ask the master to help me find out the real news."
"Don't worry, Your Highness, there will be news within two days. Before Lenglangmen accepts the task, it will investigate and review it first. If it is confirmed that it can be accepted, it will take action within ten days."
Ten days!
Yu Wenhao was secretly worried because time was running out.
It was almost dawn before Yu Wenhao returned to the palace.
Yuan Qingling was sleeping deeply. He sat by the bed and stared at her peaceful sleeping face. He felt anxious inside. Especially at this time, he felt that he was useless.
Yuan Qingling sensed someone beside her, opened her eyes in a daze, and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed with his clothes on, looking at him. The smell of blood came from her, and she suddenly woke up.
"Don't get up, keep sleeping." Yu Wenhao leaned over and kissed her cheek, saying softly.
Yuan Qingling held her hand and slowly sat up, asking in a hoarse voice that was typical after a deep sleep: "How is the injury?"
He hugged her and said, "It's okay, just a little injury."
"Let me take a look!" Yuan Qingling was worried.
"No, it's okay, you can continue to sleep." Yu Wenhao held her hand, and she softly cried out in pain, frowning.
"What's wrong?" Yu Wenhao held her wrist and gently straightened the palm of her hand. He saw that the palm of her hand was red and there were blisters in one place. He frowned and asked, "How did you do it?"
Yuan Qingling did not hide it for Concubine Xian, "When your mother-in-law was serving the medicine, she spilled it and burned her."
"On purpose?" There was a cold look in Yu Wenhao's eyes.
"On purpose." Yuan Qingling retracted her hand, looked at her and said, "She asked me to take five hundred thousand taels, but I didn't want to, so she got angry and said some nasty words. If I pushed back, you would be angry.
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"You're the only one who's angry if you don't fight back." Yu Wenhao reached out and hugged her into his arms, feeling depressed and feeling sorry for her.
Yuan Qingling insisted on seeing his wound. The wound was well bandaged and covered with gold sore medicine. The wound was as long as a finger and relatively deep. He kicked it on the wheel, and the wheel broke and rubbed his foot.
caused.
Yuan Qingling saw that all the wooden thorns in the wound had been picked out, and asked: "Did the Master of the Xiao Sect help you treat the wound?"
"Yes, she has taken care of everything, very meticulously, don't worry." Yu Wenhao said, remembering her wariness towards women, and said, "Don't worry, Xiao Hongchen will never have any inappropriate thoughts about me."
Yuan Qingling healed his wound, "I'm not jealous of every woman. I can see that there is a pure friendship between Xiao Hongchen and you. Besides, didn't you say that she has someone she likes?"
Yu Wenhao smiled and said: "That's right, as long as you don't misunderstand."