In fact, I could feel something was wrong more or less, but Mo Feng didn't take it to heart before.
For example, when he went to supervise King Rui taking medicine the night before, King Rui accidentally told him about his childhood. He said that he had an older brother before, but he died later, and he was not favored from the beginning.
He was not in good health when he was born, and he struggled to grow until he was ten years old. He soaked in medicine jars all day long and had a bitter taste all over his body. The other royal brothers disliked him.
"When I was young, my mother-in-law was always worried. She was afraid that I would get sick, that I would be sad, and that I would not live long."
"I'm not living for myself." He held the medicine bowl, and the dark medicine juice reflected his usually pale profile.
"Your mother-in-law and your brother must hope that you can live a good life, no matter what you choose to do in the future, whether you are a prince or a villager who sells meat and kills pigs."
King Rui shook his head: "They want to live without being looked down upon or bullied by others. When my brother and I could only live one person...my mother-in-law and my brother both chose me...so I am not living alone..."
He pinched his nose and drank the concoction in one gulp, then put the bowl back on the table: "Your prescription always seems to be more bitter than others. Every time I drink it, I wonder if you are deliberately taking revenge on me."
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Mo Feng took the bowl back angrily: "I mixed it for you and you still find it bitter. Do you know how many people couldn't exchange tens of thousands of silver for this recipe? Just be content."
King Rui raised his hands helplessly and surrendered: "Yes, yes, I know, I know that Doctor Mo's prescriptions are popular, and I also know that I have wronged you in the past few years. When this matter is over, you can go back to the Medicine Pavilion."
"As soon as the disease gets better, you'll start chasing the doctor, right?" Mo Feng kicked the stool he was sitting on. He wouldn't even dare to kick him. That little brat, King Heng, won't throw the roof off his head when he comes back.
It was lifted.
"No, it's just that you have been out for so long and never seem to have gone back. It is not appropriate to occupy the position of an elder for nothing but do nothing."
"I've been here like this for many years, there's nothing inappropriate about it." Mo Feng looked indifferent.
King Rui did not continue the topic. After drinking the medicine, he lay down to rest. Mo Feng originally did not suggest that he go with him, but he had already made up his mind and no one could convince him.
"You can go with me if you insist, but you must ensure that if something unexpected happens, you must come back immediately."
King Rui closed his eyes and didn't know if he heard what he said clearly. Anyway, he nodded and agreed: "Okay, no problem."
Looking at this bastard who calmly told himself "Of course it's impossible", I just wanted to kick him hard to relieve my hatred.
But fortunately, he has controlled his emotions very well until now and can remain calm no matter who he faces, so Mo Feng feels a little relieved.
As a result, he suddenly acted like this and said something like burying his jade pendant in front of the gate of Jingpingyuan of Yonghe Palace. Mo Feng had a bad premonition in his heart.
He shook his head vigorously, throwing away those unrealistic thoughts. Isn't everything still in their plan so far? Don't have such unnecessary worries.
Although the situation in front of him seems to be that King Rui is at a disadvantage, the real situation is far more than what can be seen in front of him.
Not to mention how many civil and military officials have secretly taken refuge with King Rui, they also have a crazy ally who is acting secretly.
The guards surrounding them in front of them posed no threat to them at all, and the guards and killers who were in a stalemate could quickly tell the difference.
Although the training of King Huai's guards has always been strict, they cannot be compared with the killers who walk on the edge of life and death all day long. The killers are fast, accurate and ruthless, and often kill with one move.
The guards put more emphasis on coordinated operations and cooperation among themselves. Naturally, they would not have any upper hand against the fast and agile killers who always fought alone.
Although the guards have a numerical advantage, this advantage will gradually decrease as time goes by, unless they can quickly destroy the enemy within a limited time, but it is difficult to do this.
The only one who could really kill the killer in a very short time was Yichen, but he had to stay by the injured King Huai's side and was unable to do anything. The situation in front of him made his eyebrows knit together tightly.
The best way at the moment is to leave this relatively narrow space. As long as you go to a wider place, the killer's space will be limited. It would be too dangerous to go down in the normal way. If it is a more extreme way...
"Your Majesty...you..." Yichen hesitated, he didn't want to risk Prince Huai's life.
"It's okay, I can hold on, just take me down." Prince Huai's voice didn't have any big fluctuations.
Yichen gritted his teeth: "How about now..."
"No, now is not the time." Prince Huai narrowed his eyes.
Since the prince had already said so, Yichen no longer insisted. He adjusted his position and posture, trying not to touch the prince's wound.
"My lord...are you sure..."
"Let's go." After Huai Wang said this, he took Yichen and jumped down first.
In fact, according to his original situation, it is not difficult to get off this not particularly high platform, but at this moment, if he moves even slightly, the wound on his abdomen will be affected, so it is not necessary to use any strength at all.
In fact, Mo Feng didn't need to say that he could feel it. The most troublesome thing was not the wound itself, but the airflow that started to spread from the wound and crashed in the body. Last night, he began to suspect that there were other limbs in this wound.
It wasn't until today that he dared to be sure after Mo Feng finished speaking.
But the strange thing is that after he knew that he might not live long, he did not feel the anger and fear that he imagined. If I must say it, it is probably a bit regretful, because he will still be alone until he dies.
The girl he met at the wrong time will not be sad because of his death. Maybe she will try her best to burn some paper money as a friend, if she still thinks of herself as a friend.
He hoped that she would not fall into a deeper crisis because of him. If everything was settled, he would probably go back to Rouge Shop and wait for Zhu Youjian to come back.
"What a stupid woman. I told you that he would never come back, why didn't you believe it?" Zhu Changqing closed his eyes, the wind whistling by his ears.
When he finally landed smoothly on the ground, he still staggered and vomited a mouthful of blood. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, the wound would not heal by itself just because you didn't say it hurt.
As long as they continue to drag it out here, they have already lost.