"Mo'er, Mo'er, why is there so much blood? You guys, stop the bleeding quickly. He can't bleed any more. He will die if he continues like this. You should hurry up." Mrs. Zhao was so anxious that she shouted around,
She was so frightened that something happened to Wen Mo. When she first saw Wen Mo's condition, she almost fainted, but she managed to hold on.
Wen Di looked solemn, looking at Wen Mo's wound. This sword was very dangerous, but the opponent obviously had a sense of proportion. Timely treatment would still not be life-threatening. He looked at Zhao and shouted coldly: "Shut up, you
Is it a doctor or are they a doctor? How can they treat her if it’s so noisy? Get out, get out first, Mo’er will be fine!”
He is such a legitimate son, so of course he won't let anything happen to Mo'er. He even invited the imperial doctor from the palace, so there will definitely be no problem.
What does Jun Li mean? How dare you assassinate Wen Mo in public? He said at the time that his sister would not tolerate being bullied by others? Could it be that the girl following him is his sister, the princess of Dongye Kingdom? Dongye Kingdom is not just
A princess, which princess could this be?
Unexpectedly, Jun Li brought his sister with him when he came to Fengzhao. This was unexpected.
After a long period of rescue, Wen Mo's nickname was recovered, but he lost too much blood and would not wake up for a while. Zhao sat beside Wen Mo's bed and burst into tears, her eyes red again.
It was swollen again, and he kept mumbling about why his son was so miserable.
"Master, you must seek justice for our son. We can't just let it go. Can the crown prince of Dongye Kingdom hurt people in our Hou family? You must go and tell the emperor that we can't let it go!" Zhao said
Cried harder.
Wen Di was very annoyed and glared at Mrs. Zhao, "Shut up, can you stop making noise? It's annoying to begin with. He is the prince of Dongye and an honored guest, and it was Mo'er who first attacked others. He has reason to take action.
Besides, he didn’t take Mo’er’s life, so how can I tell the emperor?”
"What do you mean I didn't take Mo'er's life? It was just a little bit close, so much blood was shed!" Mrs. Zhao refused to give up. This was her precious son, how could she let her precious son suffer such great injustice.
"Okay, okay, okay, I'm going to tell the emperor. I don't know if the emperor wants to see me yet. I don't know what the emperor is busy with recently. I can't even see him. He was in a hurry in the morning. He just showed his face.
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Mrs. Zhao was crying on the sidelines. She didn't understand what happened in the court, but she just felt sorry for her son and wanted to seek justice.
Wen Di went to see the emperor with the intention of giving it a try, but was rejected. The emperor excused himself from seeing Wen Di because he was not feeling well. The fact that Jun Li hurt Wen Mo had already spread widely. It is impossible for the emperor not to know. Now that he is not seeing him, it is obvious.
If he doesn't want to take care of this matter, what can he do? He can only be a mute who eats Coptis chinensis and cannot express his suffering.
The emperor was supervising people to study music scores. Ten people sat together to study, playing flutes from time to time, turning the pages of books from time to time, very seriously. They were all people hired by the emperor. Some were good at music, some were skilled craftsmen, and some were diggers.
In short, there are many types of work, and the purpose is to find the route in the music score.
It's just that there were no clues for so many days, which made the emperor very irritable, fearing that others would take the lead. Now the person he was guarding against was none other than Feng Qinghan.