The Eighth Prince didn't know what Cen Gang was thinking. In addition, he was in a bad state, mentally depressed, and his observation skills were not as good as usual. He sneered: "This time I didn't get the bitch Wu Yuanyuan, but I got the two maids from the Wu Mansion.
What bad luck!”
Cen Gang sweated profusely after hearing this, and was even more glad that he had concealed the truth.
Even the maid of the witch house felt unlucky for the prince. If he knew that the two men he had sex with were two fat old ladies from a brothel, why would he not strangle himself to death on the spot?
He endured caution but was eager to change the subject, so he quickly reminded: "Your Majesty, Wu Yuanyuan ignored her dignity and injured you first. Last night, Wu Guanting deliberately obstructed her subordinates and did not want the maid to save the prince. She really had ulterior motives. Your Majesty,
We have to avenge this revenge!"
As expected, the Eighth Prince's face turned gloomy when he heard this. He thought to himself, "What is his identity? Being able to accompany him is a blessing obtained by those lowly women in their previous lives. How dare Wu Guanting stand in the way?" Then he said gloomily: "Tell me the details of last night's situation.
The king says it again."
Naturally, Cen Gang did not dare to hide it, so he also told the story of his suspicion of Zhuo Mufeng's spying, and described the abominable faces of everyone in the Sanjiang League with added fuel and jealousy.
Who would have thought that after listening to his words, the Eighth Prince suddenly looked at him coldly and roared: "Did you make the matter bigger? Tell me how many people in the Wu Mansion know about it!"
In a rage, the Eighth Prince was so angry that he choked with blood. He always cherished feathers and valued reputation as important as his life. Who knew that Cen Gang was so stupid that he wouldn't steal a woman secretly? He actually went to fight with him.
Did the Witch Mansion negotiate with him because he was not embarrassed enough?
At this moment, he had the urge to kill Cen Gang with a knife. But he thought that the other party was the emperor's brother. If he killed him, there was no guarantee that the emperor would not think that he had an idea, and he had to endure it forcefully. He was really angry.
It hurts, and my kidneys hurt too.
As his throat trembled, another mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the front and chest of his new clothes red, and the man fell back helplessly.
"Your Majesty!"
Cen Gang yelled, stepped forward to support the prince, and regardless of whether he was overstepping or not, he quickly carried the prince who was about to lose strength to the bed, fed him the elixir, and pushed the palace to heal his injuries.
After panting for a long time, the Eighth Prince finally regained his breath. With red eyes, he lay on the bed and glared at Cen Gang who was in a hurry. He wondered whether the other party did it on purpose, but there was no evidence.
Cen Gang only thought that the prince was blaming him, so he was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat. After finishing his work, he knelt down and begged for mercy. The eighth prince secretly sneered, you are such a bumbling bitch, you must be very proud that I dare not kill you.
As the saying goes, beating a dog depends on its owner. The Eighth Prince has no way to do anything to Cen Gang for the time being. Thinking of what happened last night, he was injured all over and his reputation may be hit. It was all thanks to Wu Yuanyuan and Zhuo Mufeng, and a raging flame ignited in his heart.
, causing that handsome face to become distorted.
He shouted: "Quickly, write a secret letter to the king, write down everything that happened here, and rush it to the imperial city five hundred miles away, so that your majesty can make a decision!"
"I obey my orders!"
Cen Gang was waiting for these words. He was so happy when he heard the words that he stopped kowtowing. He immediately stood up and ran to the desk to polish and write. The grievances accumulated last night seemed to be vented on the letter paper through pen and ink. Thinking of
Everyone in the Wu Mansion, especially Zhuo Mufeng's miserable fate, showed a cruel smile of great pleasure.
After finishing writing it in one go, he read it again, and Cen Gang respectfully handed it to the Eighth Prince for review.
The latter took it, glanced at it, and took it for granted that every move he made must have been secretly reported to the Emperor of Eastern Zhou Dynasty by Cen Gang. He sneered and said: "His literary talent is good. It seems that Commander Cen does this kind of thing a lot."
How could Cen Gang know this? He just thought that the prince's anger was still lingering and he kept feeling ashamed.
"What are you doing standing still? Go quickly!" The Eighth Prince was upset and threw the letter away.
Cen Gang hurriedly grabbed it and was about to go out when he heard a roar from behind. He turned his head and was surprised to see the Eighth Prince turning over and over on the bed with a painful expression and constantly scratching his whole body with his hands.
It's hard to imagine what kind of torture it was, which made the powerless Eighth Prince scratch his body with blood marks all at once, but he still didn't stop, and even scratched deep into the blood marks, as if he wanted to tear the skin and flesh apart.
"Prince, what are you doing?" Cen Gang was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. Seeing that the prince had no intention of stopping, Cen Gang quickly tapped his acupuncture points.
But within just a moment, blue veins appeared on the surface of the Eighth Prince's skin. The veins bulged from time to time, as if something was moving rapidly inside.
Unable to move, the Eighth Prince let out a scream even more pitiful than last night, almost comparable to that of a eunuch, and shouted: "Unlock the acupuncture points, quicken the acupuncture points..."
When the guards outside heard the commotion, they rushed in one after another. When they saw what was happening, they all stayed in place, looking horrified.
Cen Gang was put in a dilemma. He was afraid that if he unlocked the acupuncture points, the prince would maim him, but he was so impressed by the majesty of the prince that he did not dare to disobey him. His face was truly ever-changing.
The strange and terrifying situation that happened to the prince made him feel the urge to regret for the first time. If he had known this, he might as well have been carefree in the world, at least without worrying about his head falling to the ground.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry..." The Eighth Prince's face was blue and purple, his voice was extremely hoarse, and he looked like he wanted to eat Cen Gang alive.
While Cen Gang was covered in cold sweat, he suddenly saw that the ridges on the Eighth Prince's skin were gradually fading away, and the muscles on his face were relaxing. He was slumped on the bed, breathing heavily, and looked like he was relieved, so he quickly removed his acupuncture points.
The Eighth Prince just bared his teeth, and the place where he scratched his body began to feel extreme pain, as if he had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives, and he started howling miserably. After a while, the bed sheets were stained scarlet, no matter how Cen Gang tried to stop him
, treatment is useless.
When all the guards were about to lose their minds, the Eighth Prince finally calmed down, but due to excessive physical exertion and excessive blood loss, he passed out.
Cen Gang hurriedly took out another porcelain bottle, stuffed all the elixirs inside into the Eighth Prince's mouth, and performed kung fu for him for a while. After his injury stabilized, he stopped and wiped his sweat.
"Stay outside the hospital, and one of you should immediately notify Wu Guanting and bring me the best doctor in the city. If the prince is up to something good, everyone should clean their necks!"
Liushenwuzhu's guards took the order and left. Cen Gang put the letter in his pocket. After this happened, he had no intention to deliver the letter for the time being.
After a while, Bian He, the first genius doctor of the Sanjiang League, walked in with a medicine box on his back, followed by Wu Guanting and Zhuo Mufeng. The prince's safety was at stake, so Cen Gang had no time to pay attention to the two of them, and only ordered Bian He to do whatever it took.
Treatment.
"Commander Cen, no one can save the prince except me." A voice came into Cen Gang's ears. Cen Gang suddenly looked at Zhuo Mufeng, who smiled faintly at him, saying nothing.
"You'd better keep quiet, otherwise I won't survive. If the prince dies, you will have to be buried with him. If you don't believe me, you can take a gamble." Zhuo Mufeng added.
Cengang no longer dared to act rashly. He had just suspected that the prince was being tricked, but now it seems that it was indeed Zhuo Mufeng, that damn bastard!
Seeing Zhuo Mufeng transmitting the message in front of him, Wu Guanting seemed to sense the fluctuation and looked at it suspiciously. Cen Gang guessed that Wu Guanting didn't know about it, but he became ruthless in his heart and planned to cure the prince and bring down the Sanjiang Alliance.
Bianhe didn't know anything about it, and he was really concentrating on diagnosing and treating the Eighth Prince, but the old miracle doctor seemed to have encountered a problem, his brows were furrowed, probing here, touching there, stroking his white beard and thinking in silence.
"What's going on, old man, if I delay the prince's life, I will kill him without mercy!" Cen Gang said anxiously.
Bianhe didn't dare to lose his temper because of the other party's identity. The poison on the Eighth Prince was something he had never seen before. After diagnosing it again, he still couldn't find an effective solution, so he could only prescribe a medicine patch to calm his nerves.
.
Cen Gang said coldly: "You won't join forces to harm the prince, right?"
Bianhe finally couldn't bear it anymore and glared: "I still have a young family, what's the benefit of trapping the prince?"
Thinking about it, even if Zhuo Mufeng and Wu Guanting are strong-willed, there is no reason for the people below to be stupid and take the prescription with hesitation.
Zhuo Mufeng's voice rang in his ears again: "Commander Cen, you and the prince have three days to think about it. During these three days, you can also ask other famous doctors to try."
Until the three people left, Cen Gang remained silent and said nothing. When the prince woke up, he immediately informed the prince of the situation.
"Zhuo Mufeng!" The Eighth Prince clenched his fist, but he had no strength, but his expression was like a bloodthirsty beast. His connections were beyond imagination, and he happened to know that there was an old doctor living in seclusion in Gusu City.
As if he had found a savior, Cen Gang invited the person back on the same day.
However, the result made the two people's hearts sink to the bottom. The old doctor said that the poison that the prince was poisoned was unheard of, and asked him if he was sure of the cure. The old doctor just shook his head, and the meaning was self-evident.
Even with the opponent's excellent medical skills, they felt helpless. How many people in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty could be cured? Maybe the elders of the Sky Poison Sect who were good at poison could do it, but the Sky Poison Sect was far away in Nanwu. Even if they informed the Pi who lived in the palace,
Elder, it will take at least half a month to come and go.
According to Zhuo Mufeng, the Eighth Prince only had three days.
The Eighth Prince did not believe in evil, so he wanted to hold on, but after an hour, the poison in his body started to appear again. The indescribable itching feeling was like thousands of ants crawling, and the torment was unimaginable to outsiders.
When he woke up for the second time, thinking of the torture he would endure next, the Eighth Prince finally became afraid and said angrily: "Get the bastard named Zhuo!"
Cen Gang quickly followed the instructions and left. After just a short moment, the two of them pushed open the door and entered. From this, it can be seen that Cen Gang really used the fastest speed in his life.
"My lord, why are you so haggard after not seeing me for a day? Are you okay?" Zhuo Mufeng asked pretending to be surprised.
The Eighth Prince smiled ferociously and said: "Zhuo Mufeng, please stop pretending to me. Tell me, what are your conditions?"