He Mucheng sneered, "Yes, I'm here in Lucheng, but so what? You can't beat me?"
"Really?" Nan Yue suppressed her smile, and suddenly her face became stern, "You bitch! I won't let you go!"
As soon as she finished speaking, He Mucheng injected an anesthetic injection. The needle sank into her shoulder and soon entered the bloodstream.
In just a moment, Nanyue fell heavily.
"Sister..." Shi Hong lay on the couch, his eyes unfocused, but the tendons in his neck had begun to swell.
He Mucheng thought, with Shi Hong's current condition, even if she was a master, she wouldn't be able to carry such a big living person out, right?
Even if I could, this guy would do something weird if he got the charm drug. I really couldn't get close to him...
By the way, ask the system if there is any solution!
She just started to concentrate her thoughts when she heard the system speak:
[Shi Hong has been poisoned by Wu Shi Powder and can quickly detoxify with intravenous injections. The required points are 20.]
He Mucheng gritted his teeth and said two words from between his teeth, "Exchange."
[Redemption successful, remaining points 240.]
He Mucheng was filled with anger and had nowhere to vent. When he turned around and saw the unconscious Nan Yue, he kicked him suddenly and said angrily, "It's you again! It's you every time, causing me to miss the money."
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"Sister, please leave quickly... Hong'er... you will hurt my sister..." He tightened his fingers and pulled out the folds of the quilt.
He Mucheng looked at the clearly visible veins on his arm, thinking that it was so obvious that even if he was not a doctor, he should be able to succeed, right?
She held up the injection to expel the air, and the medicine dripped along the needle. Shi Hong suddenly opened his eyes and murmured, "Sister, what are you going to do? Ah!!!"
"What do you mean, you're a man, but you're still afraid of injections?" He Mucheng slowly pushed the potion into his blood vessel.
After waiting for a while, Shi Hong finally regained his composure. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his originally bloodless face became a little pale.
"Sister..." Shi Hong reached out and hugged He Mucheng's arm.
"Can I still leave?" Seeing his weak appearance, He Mucheng's heart softened, and his tone became a little softer.
"Yeah!" He nodded, frowned in dismay, and winked at He Musheng.
He Mucheng lost his temper in an instant. She took Shi Hong with her in a familiar manner, dodged a group of guards, and soon left the Lucheng Palace.
"Sister, if that Nanyue knows your whereabouts, I'm afraid it will overthrow the entire Lu City." Shi Hong was secretly annoyed, "It's all my fault. I was so useless that my identity was exposed..."
"I don't blame you," He Mucheng patted Shi Hong on the shoulder, "I still found something on this trip. I found out about Liu Wei's whereabouts. Let's go to the west of the city to find Wang Xuan first."
"Liu Wei?" Shi Hong repeated without knowing why.
"He is your future mentor."
On the river embankment in the west of the city, the cold wind was biting. When the two arrived, they saw a carriage parked beside a bare tree trunk. The horse was chewing leisurely, and the hot breath came out from the mouth and nose.
He Mucheng took a closer look and saw that on the top of the carriage was the unique totem of the Langya Wang family.
She quickly approached. When the people in the carriage heard the movement, they poked their heads out. When they saw it was He Mucheng, they were immediately overjoyed and said, "Girl, you are finally here!"
He Mucheng could see clearly that this person was Wang Xuan's aide.
"My identity has been exposed, and now there is no place for me in any corner of Lucheng." She was obviously showing weakness, but the calmness revealed in her words made the staff member startled.
"Don't the girl want to see my husband?" The staff pointed to the carriage, "Now there is a fierce war, and the husband said that the girl needs to disguise herself before she can sneak into the other courtyard of the Han'an Marquis Mansion."
He Mucheng jumped on the carriage, and soon he transformed into a young man in elegant clothes.
When the carriage entered the Han'anhou Mansion, it bumped into a man. He Mucheng saw the man's profile passing through the swaying curtain.
This person is exactly Nan Yue’s guest on the couch!
It seems that Wang Xuan already knew about Wang Dun's attack on Stone City.
After getting off the carriage, He Mucheng ordered Shi Hong to take a bath and cleanse. He followed the guidance of his staff and entered the palace gate, where he saw Wang Xuan's tall figure.
He was standing with his hands behind his back, and his usual leisurely look seemed to be replaced by anxiety.
As He Mucheng stepped in, Wang Xuan turned around and walked towards him. He didn't stop when he passed by He Mucheng, "Ayan, please wait here first. I'll be back when I go."
He Mucheng immediately understood his intention!
"It's not a wise move for Mr. Lang to send you news at this time." She blurted out without any mincing words.
What Wang Xuan was going to do, He Mucheng naturally understood. Why did that man tell Wang Xuan about Wang Dun's attack on Jincheng and convert it to Stone City? He was just a scholar who didn't understand martial arts. It was not obvious that he wanted to test his loyalty.
?
Wang Xuan, who was exposed to the central incident, immediately stiffened his back.
He turned his head, and although Ruyu's face was as elegant as ever, there was a hint of chill in it.
"What's the meaning of Ayan?" He took a step back and closed the door of the palace without leaving a trace, blocking the cold wind. Ambergris was burning in the palace, becoming more intense as the air stagnated.
"Mr. Lang..."
"Shh." Wang Xuan stretched out his index finger and placed it on his lips, making a silent gesture.
He lazily rolled his sleeves, pushed the young man in front of him by the shoulders, and pushed her into the cabinet.
"Let's talk." After entering the cabinet, Wang Xuan moved away from her a little, his deep eyes looked at her for a moment, waiting for her to continue.
He Mucheng lowered his voice and analyzed, "Although Langjun is very resourceful, he is not as good as a general in leading troops in actual combat. After all, he is only a strategist at most. What's more, the Marquis of Han'an is in charge personally, so why does Langjun need to step forward?"
"You are right," Wang Xuan's voice was hoarse, "Uncle told me to accompany Princess Lingxiang at the Han'an Marquis Mansion."
He Mucheng remembered that Wang Dun's wife was the eldest princess Wuyang of the Sima family, and Sima Ling was the niece of the eldest princess, who was personally named Princess Lingxiang by the current emperor.
Now that Wang Dun brought Princess Lingxiang to Lucheng with great fanfare, didn't he clearly ask her to spy on Wang Xuan? Is there any ulterior motives? Wang Dun is indeed a cautious person, not his own son. No matter how much he dotes on her, he still has a good wife.
But how could Wang Xuan be so easy to get along with?
Thinking of this, He Mucheng couldn't help but wonder, "Since Mr. Lang knows, why do you still take risks?"
"Ayan, Your Majesty has sent Liu Wei to garrison Jincheng. If my uncle Wang Dun breaks through the Stone City, Jianye will be in danger. There are some things that you should do even if you know you cannot do them. This is destiny." Wang Xuan smiled bitterly, feeling extremely helpless.
"You can't save it," He Mucheng said firmly, "Even if you pass the news to His Majesty, you can't save Jianye. This time, your uncle Wang Dun's victory is destiny!"
Wang Xuan's eyebrows suddenly felt lonely. He quietly looked at the unquestionable expression of the person in front of him for a long time, and finally sighed softly, "I forgot that Ayan is good at divination."
Seeing that he was a little sad, He Mucheng continued, "Lang Jun, once trust is lost, there is no room for maneuver. Why not take advantage of it when necessary?"
Her meaning was obvious. It would be a waste if Wang Dun's trust in Wang Xuan disappeared now.
Wang Xuan's eyes lit up, "According to Ayan's expectation, when will the crisis be turned into safety?"
Seeing that he had listened to his persuasion, He Mucheng smiled slightly and said, "Two years later."
At this moment, a sweet call came from outside the door, "Brother Xuan, are you in there?"
