That's right. When she was stabbed by Nan Yue that day and she was lying on the bed furious, Ji Yunyuan had been very disdainful of her as a princess. Now that she has come to Jiankang, she must not find a chance to regain her prestige?
He Mucheng curled his lips and said, "Your Royal Highness, there is a curse on me. I can only salute the mother of a country or the future mother of a country."
Having said this, she blessed Yu Wenjun respectfully.
After getting up, she turned to look at Princess Lingxiang, "I'm afraid you won't be able to stand it if I salute you. If you don't believe it, shall we try?"
"Presumptuous!" Sima Ling raised his arms and approached.
He Mucheng calculated the situation accurately and quietly exchanged a tranquilizer gun from the system. Just as Sima Ling approached, she pulled the trigger and said loudly, "I have seen Mr. Ling Xiang..."
Before the word "lord" could be spoken, Sima Ling suddenly fell to the ground and lost consciousness.
He Musheng put the anesthesia gun back into the system storage box, then shrugged, "I warned you."
Yu Wenjun's face turned pale and he said hurriedly, "Quick, Doctor Xuan..."
He Mucheng smiled slightly and said, "Your Highness, Princess, don't worry. This situation is very common. She will wake up in two hours and her life will not be in danger."
"You...are you serious..." Yu Wenjun had never seen this posture before, and he didn't know how to ask for a while.
There was a lot of discussion around, when an announcement came from outside the hospital, "Wen's A'zhi, Nan's A'yan, the prince has invited you."
The other party stepped into the courtyard and was stunned for a moment when he saw Princess Lingxiang lying on the ground.
Yu Wenjun sighed softly and said in a low voice, "You guys help me carry her to the couch and copy Buddhist scriptures while you wait for her to wake up. Don't make this matter public."
He Mucheng thought, this Yu Wenjun can be said to be calm. Your Majesty is currently lingering on the sickbed. Although she is the Crown Princess, she is also the de facto mother of the country. He was named by Sima Shao to help her. How can this matter?
Investigate?
Seeing everyone surrounding Sima Ling as he walked into the cabinet, Yu Wenjun told Beizhi with a cold face, "Go ahead. If it gets dark after this is over, there's no need to come over."
As soon as the two left, He Mucheng heard someone behind him reminding Yu Wenjun, "Your Highness, Crown Princess, please calm down. This Nan family's Ayan is famous for her casual behavior. She has been unruly for more than a day or two. General Ji has also
If you are so used to it, it will come to an end sooner or later!"
After hearing this, she turned back and stuck her head out towards the courtyard door, "Only those who stir up trouble behind their backs will be punished!"
The other party trembled, turned around and hid in the room.
He Mucheng winked at Yu Wenjun slyly, and then disappeared at the end of the corridor that turned nine and eighteen turns.
The two soon arrived at Sima Shao's residence.
At this time, the boy stretched out his arm to He Mucheng and said, "Nan's Ayan, His Highness the Crown Prince has told me, there is only one Wen's Azhi."
Beizhi's face turned pale!
He Mucheng gave her a comforting smile, patted her shoulder and said, "It's okay, His Royal Highness is a gentleman."
Bei Zhi slowly calmed down and entered the hall with small steps.
The moment the door closed, the servant pointed to the side hall and said, "Nan's Ayan, the prince has told me that you are not allowed to leave until Thirteenth Xie arrives."
He Mucheng nodded suspiciously and walked into the side hall under the guidance of the servant.
The door behind her closed, and she looked around. At this glance, she discovered that the side hall and the main hall were actually connected!
Beizhi's voice came from not far away. She looked for the sound and then saw a huge screen not far away.
And through the gap in the screen, I could see every move of Sima Shao and Bei Zhi.
Is this deliberately arranged by Sima Shao?
She slowly stood up behind the screen, and heard Bei Zhi kneeling on the ground, Nuonuo said, "Why is His Highness the Prince looking for his daughter?"
Sima Shao was sitting on the high platform, surrounded by the incense burner at the corner of the table, and the delicious smell of ambergris filled the hall, making his whole person look extremely graceful and noble.
Slowly, he stood up, like the stars holding the moon, and slowly walked down the high platform.
Bei Zhi heard the sound and raised her face in panic.
"Wen's Azhi, your father is far away from Jiankang now. He knows that if you stay here, you will be reviled by thousands of people, but he still doesn't care whether you live or die. Your father is a ruthless person. How can you survive if you stay in the Wen family?"
Go down?"
Sima Shao stood still in front of Beizhi, his eyes were deep and his emotions could not be seen.
"I have a marriage contract with the thirteenth son of the Xie family." Bei Zhi's voice was like a mosquito, but her words were firm.
Sima Shao sneered, "Thirteenth son of the Xie family? Has the Xie family mentioned your marriage now? Wen's Azhi, if I remember correctly, you are already a hairpin, right?"
Bei Zhi was poked at the painful spot and tried her best to calm her breathing, "He will marry me..."
"He won't." Sima Shao stretched out his hand to clamp Bei Zhi's jaw, forcing her to look at him. "The Wuchang County Duke invaded Jiankang a year ago and allowed his men to plunder the major noble families. Among these noble families, there were also Chen
Lord Xie, now that your father has taken refuge with the Duke of Wuchang, even if Thirteenth Prince were to marry you, Shangshu Xie would not agree."
He Mucheng could see clearly that Bei Zhi's tears flowed into Sima Shao's bright yellow sleeves like a broken thread.
But she still stubbornly bit her lip and said word by word, "Even if Thirteenth Prince cannot marry me, I, Wen's Azhi, will always be his woman."
As soon as these words came out, Sima Shao's face darkened, and he raised his hand and threw Bei Zhi aside.
The next moment, He Mucheng saw Bei Zhi lying on the ground and suddenly pulled out a bright dagger from his sleeve!
"Don't……"
Before she could say anything, she saw a figure in smoky blue rushing out from behind her!
In the flash of lightning, Beizhi's wrist was already being held down.
Hao's wrist seemed to be in pain, Bei Zhi's fingers suddenly loosened, and the dagger fell to the side, sharp and piercing.
It’s Xie Song!
He came just in time!
The screen fell to the ground, but Sima Shao turned around calmly and smiled faintly at He Mucheng, who was stunned and at a loss, "You're right, you sisters can't stand the blow. I haven't said anything yet.
When the critical moment came, she was already thinking about committing suicide."
The moment Bei Zhi saw Xie Song, it was like a string that was stretched to the extreme and suddenly broke, and then tears burst into her eyes...
Because of Sima Shao's presence, she did not dare to make a sound, so she could only bury her face in Xie Song's lapel and sob non-stop.
Xie Song tightened his arms and said comfortingly, "Azhi, be good, His Highness is joking with you, don't cry, don't cry..."
He Mucheng stepped forward and asked in confusion, "What does His Highness mean by this?"
There was no emotion in Sima Shao's voice, "A Yan is so smart, how could he not guess it?"
He Mucheng frowned.
Yes, Sima Shao wanted to act in a play with Xie Song. The key to the play was Beizhi. But Beizhi was too fragile. She was just called by Sima Shao alone and wanted to commit suicide. This play obviously couldn't be done.
Keep progressing.
Therefore, Sima Shao asked her to be his helper.
After thinking about everything, He Mucheng asked the doubt in his mind, "But I heard that Beizhi is very similar to His Royal Highness the Prince's Luo Shen Yu Wenqing. Could it be that..."
Sima Shao twitched his lips, "There are some similarities, especially the tear mark on her left face, but their personalities are completely different."
Hmm? Tear mole? Is it a tear mole that she deliberately designed for Bei Zhi so that she would not be bullied?
He Mucheng smiled awkwardly, and Nuonuo said, "The tear mole... is fake."
