Chapter 347 It’s a pity that I won’t treat you

Mo Jinchuan raised his eyes and looked at Wu Jun, his eyes were cold, "Mr. Wu, do you know what it means to cause trouble from the mouth?"

"Your Highness, why are you so angry? I didn't say anything."

Wu Jun smiled and said meaningfully, "As for what the princess thinks, it is not something I can influence."

The words are true, but they are hard to hear.

Especially when meeting his eyes that were filled with shrewd smiles, one would feel inexplicably irritated, and an urge to tear off that hypocritical mask arose in one's heart.

Song Yanxi lowered her eyes, looking at the tea leaves floating in the bowl, and asked casually, "Mr. Wu's leg injury only gets worse when it's cloudy and rainy. I imagine it's even worse in winter, right?"

Wu Jun's expression remained unchanged, but his hands on his legs unconsciously tightened slowly.

The old leg injury has been a source of worry for him for many years.

Normally, you can't see anything, but when it rains or snows, the old injury will become extremely painful, like being cut by a knife or an axe, and in severe cases, even walking will be affected.

Therefore, whenever the weather changed, he rarely left the camp, and if he had to go somewhere, he would usually ride a horse.

Those in the army who did not get along with him even nicknamed him "the lame military advisor" in an attempt to humiliate him.

Over the years, General Ke and he have never given up looking for medical treatment.

But the disease was too serious to be cured, not to mention that Brother Gu, who had treated his leg disease, was already an extraordinary medical practitioner, and there were very few people in the world who could be compared with him.

When many doctors heard that his leg was treated by the miracle doctor Gu, they said they were powerless to help him.

Brother Gu once said that if his junior sister ever came out of seclusion one day, her achievements would surpass his.

Prince Jin's leg was badly injured back then, but she was able to reconnect the bones and let him stand up. Does that mean that his leg will also be healed one day?

Wu Jun suppressed his excitement and smiled faintly, "I've heard Brother Gu mention before that he has a very talented junior sister. I never thought she would be a princess. I'm truly blessed."

He changed the subject, "Brother Gu once said that if I could wait until the princess finishes her studies and comes out of seclusion, my old illness might be cured one day.

I wonder if Brother Gu has ever mentioned this to the princess?"

Song Yanxi was not interested, "I mentioned it."

Hearing this, Wu Jun's expression became visibly nervous.

Before he could ask, Song Yanxi took the initiative to answer: "It can be cured."

She raised her eyes, looked at Wu Jun, whose smile had become more sincere, and said with a curl of her lips, "It's a pity that I can't treat you."

"Why..."

"Mr. Wu is a smart man."

Song Yanxi returned his words exactly as they were.

It’s nothing, I just don’t like him.

Upon hearing this, Wu Jun could no longer maintain the smile on his face.

He said with an ugly face: "It's not that Wu is being unreasonable. You two are both loyal to the country. You should know the principle of eating the emperor's salary and sharing the emperor's worries. Otherwise, it would be disloyal and unrighteous.

How dare you two trust the words of such a disloyal and unrighteous person?

These words came from the heart, and anyone who heard them would be impressed by the loyalty, courage, and integrity of a gentleman.

Mo Jinchuan also felt sincere admiration.

There was just one thing he had to remind him of.

"Mr. Wu, why don't you go back and investigate the truth behind your expulsion from the capital, and then discuss with me the true meaning of loyalty to the emperor."

Wu Jun's face suddenly darkened, and he said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your reminder."

He stood up and was about to say goodbye when Aunt Wu's cheerful voice rang out from outside the door, "Since you're here, have a meal before you leave."

Mo Jinchuan said calmly: "Don't let the old man down."

"With such a generous offer, I would be disrespectful to refuse it."

"Don't talk about those flowery things. I'm an old woman who has never been educated and can't understand them. Come out and wash your hands and eat."

Aunt Wu said this and winked at Song Yanxi.

After dragging the man to the small kitchen, she asked nervously, "Is this man here to take you back?"

Seeing her preparing to grab a kitchen knife, Song Yanxi explained, "He's not an enemy for now, so let's spare his life."

Uncle Wu, who was stoking the fire behind the stove, poked his head out and said disapprovingly, "Young girl, don't talk about fighting and killing all the time. It's not good."

"Burn your fire!"

Aunt Wu glanced at the knife and spoke as if she had made up her mind: "Girl, if you want to do something, just tell me. We can't let anyone get away again."

Wu Jun, who was washing his hands in the yard, felt a chill on his back and suddenly regretted agreeing to stay for dinner.

Princess Yong'an wouldn't poison the food, right?

Mo Jinchuan on the side glanced at him and said meaningfully: "She is different from you."

Wu Jun smiled awkwardly, "Yes, I've heard of Princess Yong'an's reputation a long time ago."

It's this temper... It proves the saying that seeing is believing.

But on second thought, he felt that he was not innocent.

Not to mention Princess Yong'an, anyone in Da'an, if they knew that it was him who caused His Royal Highness Prince Jin to break his leg, would rush up and skin him alive without hesitation.

She was being polite by not taking action.

Wu Jun originally planned to eat a few symbolic bites, then found an excuse to get up and leave.

I didn't expect that I couldn't get up after sitting down.

While Song Yanxi was giving him acupuncture to relieve the pain, Aunt Wu leaned over to the door and muttered, "Old man, is he pretending to be so stubborn and not wanting to leave?"

Uncle Wu, who was busy preparing medicine, looked up and said, "Look at how much pain he's in. It can't be fake."

"What a sin! He's so young and this is what he's like. What will happen to him when he's old?"

Aunt Wu shook her head and said, "I'll make him a bowl of egg tea to warm him up. You stay by his side."

Wu Jun, lying on the bed, looked pale and looked like he had just been pulled out of the water.

He looked at Song Yanxi, whose face was cold but whose movements were vague, and said softly, "Thank you."

Song Yanxi said without even raising her head, "Sir, please be quiet, or I might regret it suddenly."

It is not impossible that he might be killed or paralyzed on one side of his body by accident while being treated.

The snow didn't fall early or late, but started to fall just when we started eating.

His legs couldn't stand the cold to begin with, and he happened to be sitting by the fire while eating. It would be strange if he didn't have an attack from the alternating cold and heat.

After the acupuncture was completed, Song Yanxi met Wu Jun's nervous eyes and explained something as a doctor.

"Stubborn diseases are difficult to cure. If you want to completely cure your leg problems and prevent them from recurring, you need acupuncture every two weeks, and then switch to once a month after three months."

In other words, he would live in Anguo for a long time.

In other words, keep Song Yanxi within the territory of Liang State.

The latter is undoubtedly a pipe dream.

Not to mention that Prince Jin would never give in, even she would only ask him if he had lived enough.

I'm afraid this matter requires long-term consideration.

After drinking a bowl of hot egg tea, Wu Jun's pale face finally showed some color.

He leaned against the headboard, handed over the envelope containing the household registration, and said, "You two might be able to use what's in here."

Song Yanxi responded, took it and handed it to Mo Jinchuan.

Wu Jun laughed, "My Lady, aren't you afraid that I might do something about this?"

Song Yanxi raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

The look on his face almost showed that he was eager for something.

Wu Jun sighed helplessly and tried to explain.

"The battle that day was originally a conspiracy set up by someone to kill the prince. Even if Wu didn't make that knife, there would be others eager to make a contribution. By then, they would want more than just a pair of legs."

Song Yanxi said coldly, "Mr. Wu, this is wrong.

Others don’t have your sharp eyes that can tell the real from the fake at a glance.”

She glanced at Mo Jinchuan and deliberately asked, "Does Your Majesty think what I said is right?"