Sima Ling wanted to say something else. When he saw someone behind Wang Xuan, he raised his eyebrows and said, "I have something to say to Mr. Lang, please step aside first!"
"yes."
He Mucheng responded, turned around and was about to go out, when he heard Sima Ling say again, "Stop!"
Her heart sank, but despite this, she turned around calmly, lowered her head, and waited for Sima Ling's instructions.
"Go and make preparations. The county official is hosting a banquet tonight, and your husband will probably drink some wine. Remember to make more sobering soup."
After saying this, Sima Ling turned to look at Wang Xuan again, "Brother Xuan, General Qian Feng will arrive at Gushu tonight. You have always been good at planning. When discussing matters, remember to give your uncle more advice."
Having said this, she bowed impatiently to He Musheng and said, "Go down."
After He Mucheng left, he heard Sima Ling still talking to himself, "That Wang Ying is a bully. If the Langya Wang family is handed over to him, won't it be destroyed by him? He will give it to him."
Brother Xuan is not even worthy of carrying shoes..."
He Mucheng didn't dare to stop at his feet, but just winked at the doctor woman, and the two of them walked to the small kitchen in a tacit understanding.
The spring rain was coming, and the new buds in the courtyard were dripping into the water. He Mucheng was bored and warming the sobering soup, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, and suddenly heard shouts outside the courtyard.
"Is Mr. Lang's personal attendant here?"
He Mucheng poked his head out suspiciously and saw a maid looking into the courtyard.
The moment she saw He Mucheng, she frowned and said displeased, "What are you still doing? The party has been dispersed for a long time, why are you so blind? Why don't you help your husband back quickly?"
He Mucheng responded with a rough voice and followed the maid to the main hall.
What you see is an empty loneliness.
On the high platform, Wang Dun had long since disappeared, and all the cases around him had been cleared away. Only the man in white shirt not far away looked particularly lonely under the flickering candlelight.
He Mucheng stepped forward quickly, reached out and patted his back, "Mr. Lang?"
Wang Xuan did not respond.
He was lying on the desk, his sleeves stained with alcohol and most of his shoulders wet.
He Mucheng put the big cloak in his hand on Wang Xuan and pulled his arm. With this pull, a stream of blood came out!
He Mucheng hurriedly opened Wang Xuan's sleeves. When he saw it, her heart tightened!
A row of tooth marks were clearly visible on his white arms, and blood gurgled out, dyeing his inner clothes dazzlingly.
These tooth marks don’t look human...
He Mucheng was about to analyze it carefully when he felt his shoulders sink.
Wang Xuan had already put his whole body weight on her, with a low warning in his ear, "Don't delay, help me back."
"Are you not drunk?" He Mucheng responded softly.
Wang Xuan half-squinted his eyes, his jade-like face full of laziness, "If someone is watching, don't show your flaws."
After hearing this, He Mucheng did not dare to say any more, and could only use all his strength to drag Wang Xuan's tall body back to the courtyard.
As soon as the door was closed, Wang Xuan hurriedly took out the soju on the table and poured it on the wound on his arm. In just a moment, cold sweat began to fall on his forehead.
"What bit this?" He Mucheng stepped forward to help and gently stopped the bleeding.
"Small injuries are nothing to worry about." He lowered his eyebrows, thought for a moment, then raised his hand and took the little girl's sleeves and dragged her into the cabinet.
"Ayan, I ordered the doctor to check the ratio of the dregs of medicine. Based on the symptoms I saw today, I am 100% sure that his health is not as good as before."
At this point, he walked to the table, laid out the rice paper, endured the severe pain and waved a brush while continuing, "Today Qian Feng also asked his uncle whether he would support Wang Ying in the event of his death, and his uncle gave three suggestions...
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"The upper plan is to disband the troops and return to the court, the middle plan is to retreat to Wuchang and support the troops to defend themselves, and the second plan is to rebel and subvert the court?" He Mucheng blurted out.
This is the climax of the plot in the book, and He Musheng has long been familiar with it by heart.
After Wang Xuan heard this, the hand holding the pen suddenly stopped.
He chuckled and slowly raised his eyes, "I even forgot that Ayan is good at divination."
"The Duke wants to choose a trick, but Qian Feng will insist on it," He Mucheng looked back and said word by word, "Langjun believes me, Qian Feng has great ambitions, especially as the Duke's health deteriorates, he will become more and more serious in the later period.
I will make my own decisions."
Wang Xuan slowly resumed the movements of his hands, "Your Majesty believed in Ayan's prophecy, so he secretly sent me to find out the truth, collect the physical evidence, and send it back to Jiankang."
He Mucheng laughed at himself, "In the final analysis, I still don't believe my unfounded divination."
Wang Xuan chuckled lightly and said comfortingly, "Your Majesty is understandable for being suspicious because the matter concerns the country."
"Humph, he has already suspected you, and you still speak for him!" He Mucheng looked angrily when he thought of Sima Shao's suspicion.
Wang Xuan was silent. After a while, he solemnly handed a letter and an iron box to He Mucheng's hands.
"Ayan, I will send someone to escort you back to Lucheng. Then you will meet General Ji and hand these over to His Majesty for me."
He Mucheng took it and frowned in confusion, "Why don't Mr. Lang give it to you personally? Do you have any other arrangements if you stay here?"
Wang Xuan paused and said vaguely, "I will stay here. If anything else happens, I can report to His Majesty in time."
"But……"
"No buts." He Mucheng wanted to ask, but was interrupted coldly by Wang Xuan.
Maybe he felt that his words were too extreme, so Wang Xuan's voice became a little softer, "Let's leave tonight, don't come back again, be nice to General Ji, and don't be willful again."
After saying this, he waved his hand and said, "Go out and someone will take you away."
He Mucheng turned around and left the cabinet full of doubts.
The book says that Wang Xuan overheard Wang Dun discussing with Qian Feng about treason and usurping the throne. In order to cover up, he got himself drunk, and Wang Dun finally gave up his doubts.
But the book didn't say there would be bites on his arms?
This bite doesn't look like an ordinary wound. Could it be poisonous?
Wang Xuan's expression just now was very strange. He finally said that he "don't be willful", which was like a final farewell. Could it be...
Thinking of this, she turned around quickly and returned to the cabinet.
On the bed, Wang Xuan had already raised the dagger and pointed it at his chest!
"Langjun, what are you doing!"
He Mucheng stepped forward quickly and snatched the dagger with all his strength. Due to the excessive force, there was a hiss and a cut was made in the palm of her hand, blood gushed out, and the heart-wrenching pain blurred her eyes.
As if he didn't expect that she would turn back, Wang Xuan was unprepared, so he could only hold the hilt of the sword tightly and said coldly, "Let go, it will be too late if it is too late."
His voice is still clear and sweet, his face is still graceful and noble, and his temperament is still elegant.
But what he said made He Mucheng's eyes turn red immediately.
"Lang Jun, what's wrong with you? Are you poisoned? Ayan can detoxify and cure diseases. Tell me what's wrong? Let's solve it together, okay?"
Wang Xuan smiled sadly, "It's too late. I have never lost my dignity in my life. Even now, I will not compromise."
He Mucheng shook his head, tears fell straight into his palms, blending with the blood, "Brother, believe me, I can cure you..."
The sound of "brother" made Wang Xuan's fingertips tremble.
He slowly stretched out his big palm, caressed the little girl's head, wiped away her tears, and said softly, "Ayan, till now, I have never regretted anything in the past, except that time when I gave up my life."
You left, causing you to fall into Murong Ke's hands. Now that I think about it, I feel really ashamed."
Seeing that she still didn't let go, Wang Xuan slowly moved forward, held the tip of the sword, and let the sharp blade pierce into his palm, causing blood to drip to the ground.
