At this point, Mu Yunhan finally settled his hanging heart.
"The prescription is yours!" she announced, but she didn't even look at Meng Jia. She just ordered: "Tie him up quickly and send him to the dungeon!"
The luster on Meng Jia's face quietly faded away. He lowered his head and remained silent for a moment. He laughed at himself, threw the spear to the soldier, and stretched out his hand to Mu Yunhan: "Bring it here!"
Mu Yunhan finally raised her eyes to look at him. She saw a mass of blood and flesh in his palm, and knew that it was an injury sustained during the fierce battle with the red-skinned man.
She couldn't bear it, but knew she couldn't express anything.
So she turned a blind eye, smiled, took out a brocade box and handed it over: "General Shenwu, here is the prescription. Please keep your promise, take care of your people, and don't reveal anything about tonight."
Meng Jia had a sullen face and roughly took the brocade box. After verifying his identity, he said calmly: "You don't need to say more, Meng's words always count!"
He raised his hand and waved, and the Meng family army quickly tidied up the courtyard, formed a neat team, and quietly followed him out of the Priest's Palace.
As soon as he walked out of the Priest's Palace, Meng Jia staggered and supported Meng Shiwu.
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he swallowed it hard.
The red-skinned man is indeed not that difficult to deal with. In the situation just now, he also suffered severe internal injuries.
He was just a little bit close to being able to hold on no longer. Fortunately, that ghostly girl Mu Ying poisoned the red-skinned man, otherwise it would have been difficult to decide the winner tonight.
Meng Shiwu was so frightened that he hurriedly asked someone to bring a stretcher over.
Meng Jia was angry: "What's all the fuss about?"
But he still couldn't hold on and fell onto the stretcher.
He waved his hand weakly, signaling his men to leave this place quickly so that no one would see him.
When he finally gained some strength, he couldn't help but ask Meng Shiwu in a low voice: "Was I brave enough just now?"
Meng Shiwu looked at him with complicated eyes, and sighed softly: "You are so brave, I can't tell you were seriously injured at all."
Meng Jia fell silent, and after a long time, he suddenly said: "Is it because I always seem to be very capable and durable, but he is always weak and sickly, so she always only pities and cares for him, and never has any pity for me?"
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Meng Shishi couldn't answer this question. In fact, he wanted to say that if he didn't like it, he just didn't like it. How could there be so many reasons?
But it was obvious that Meng Jia didn't want to hear such a big truth, so he forced himself to answer against his will: "Yes, let me give you an example. If there are two women in your family, one is extremely strong and fierce, and she is the only one who bullies others.
, no one bullies her.
If there is a person who is weak, delicate, frail and sick, who looks like he could be blown down by the wind, then do you care more about the strong and fierce one, or do you care more about the weak and delicate one?"
Meng Jia was disdainful: "I like the fierce ones! Those who are weak and sick are mostly scheming and thieves!"
But she doesn't like Mu Yunhan, who is fierce and brave and doesn't let anyone worry about him.
He fell silent and felt a heartbreaking pain in his internal organs.
He chuckled: "Actually, I'm just bored, so I'm joking with you. I will definitely marry many, many beauties in the future so that they only have me in their hearts. Only then will my life be considered perfect."
"Oh..." Meng Shiwu responded perfunctorily, not taking it seriously.