Chapter 75 Vocal, fountain!

Compared to the plan of Anle Marquis Mansion, Jiang Zhiyu was obviously more concerned about another matter.

"Brother, have you eaten?"

Jiang Kangan: "..."

In fact, he had just eaten, but since Zhiyu asked this question...

Jiang Kangan: "Not yet."

He looked at Jiang Zhiyu's obviously happy face and chuckled.

...

In the North City Mansion, Marzaha leaned against the bed, the scars on his face had not healed yet, and the miserable state at that time could be vaguely seen.

His blue eyes were full of anger. He glared at the envoy kneeling on the ground and cursed in Nangong dialect: "Useless trash! You can't do anything when this prince is unconscious?! You are just using pigs when that dog emperor is blocking your way!"

He was still cursing and stretched out his hand to pick up a teacup and threw it at the envoy's face.

The envoy didn't dare to dodge. The teacup hit him hard on the forehead. Blood immediately flowed down. The tea was boiling and his face suddenly became red and swollen.

Even though it hurt, he didn't dare to say a word.

Seeing the blood, Malzaha's anxious mood calmed down a lot. He moved his eyes away from the kneeling envoy and turned to the person who was reciting Buddhist scriptures at the table.

He used broken official language to ask, word by word, "Who is that person?"

Xiao Chuji did not respond, but focused on reciting Buddhist scriptures.

"You!" Malzaha was furious, pulling the wound on his chest, and suddenly he couldn't stop coughing, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood.

After finishing reading, Xiao Chuji raised his eyes and said, "The third lady of the Xiangfu, Jiang Zhiyu, I have told you many times."

"No... ahem, impossible!" Malzaha covered his chest with his hands, "You guys! The women in Shengjing are weak, it is impossible for them to have such good skills... ahem!"

"Monks do not tell lies. If you do not believe it, I will not waste my breath on you. Goodbye."

He stood up to leave. Malzaha asked suspiciously, "Wait, what do you mean?!"

Xiao Chuji knew that he wanted to ask what monks meant by not telling lies, but he did not have the leisure to explain to him. If the next plan did not require this man's help, he would not have set foot here.

Disgust flashed through his mind, but Xiao Chuji didn't show it on his face: "I'll say it again, the one who hurt you was Jiang Zhiyu, the third daughter of the Xiangfu. If you don't believe me, you can ask anyone in your house."

Malzaha's chest rose and fell violently, and something was moving from the back of his hand: "No matter who it is, let her return my things!"

Things? Xiao Chuji's heart moved.

"What things?"

"Of course it's my baby! Let me see her!"

Malzaha roared angrily, and the thing moved more and more violently.

Xiao Chuji took in all this, twirled the beads and said, "I have a plan that may help the prince see her."

Malzaha looked at him warily, Xiao Chuji leaned over to whisper, and after listening, Malzaha's frown finally relaxed: "Okay!"

...

In the palace, the emperor was approving the memorial in the imperial study. Opposite him, He Yanting lazily supported his chin with one hand, thoughtfully.

The emperor was annoyed when he saw his leisurely look.

"If you have nothing to do, come and take a look at these memorials!"

He Yanting's eyes wandered: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I still have things to do, so I will take my leave first."

The emperor was amused by his anger: "What's the matter? Tell me!"

He Yanting pursed his lips, and the emperor scolded him unhappily: "You have a childish nature! Now that your injury has healed, you should focus on your business!"

"I will follow your majesty's instructions."

Although he said this, he still did not move.

The emperor was too lazy to pay attention to him and continued to review the twists and turns. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly asked: "Why did you speak for Jiang Zhiyu in the Golden Palace that day?"

"Your Majesty is wise, I just saw that she did not understand the punishment, and

I happened to dislike Marquis Anle, so I spoke." The emperor could no longer bear it, raised his hand and hit him: "Speak properly! Do you think I really can't see that you spoke because you saw that Marquis Anle hated her?!"

He Yanting lowered his head and said nothing, as if he was guilty.

The emperor had never seen him with such an expression and was very curious: "Tell me honestly, are you..."

Before he could finish his words, Fuping hurried into the palace and reported: "Your Majesty, Prince Marzaha suddenly vomited blood for some reason, and the imperial doctors are helpless. According to the envoy, the person who injured Prince Marzaha that day took away his medicine. If it weren't for this medicine, Prince Marzaha might die!"

The emperor frowned slightly: "Please ask a few more imperial doctors to find out the cause of the illness."

Fuping lowered his head: "Prince Marzaha is outside the palace now. He said that Your Majesty would not let him see Miss Jiang San, so he died in front of the palace..."

The emperor's face suddenly turned ashen: "Is he threatening me?!"

Fuping frowned and lowered his eyes, not daring to make a sound, for fear that the emperor would be angry with him.

The emperor laughed in anger: "Okay! I want to see what disease this Marzaha has!"

The emperor stood up angrily and walked out, and He Yanting followed him.

Outside the palace, all he saw was a blinding red. Marzaha's body was constantly gushing with blood. Several imperial doctors surrounded him, at a loss as to what to do.

He almost looked like a bloody man.

The emperor was so frightened by this scene that he forgot most of his questions. When the two envoys of Nangong saw him coming out, they hugged his legs on the left and right, crying.

"Your Majesty, please save our prince. If this goes on, he will really bleed to death!"

Before the emperor could move, He Yanting kicked them away one by one.

His eyes were glaring with anger, like a cold moon in the dark sky.

"How dare you! You think you can touch the dragon body of His Majesty?!"

The emperor coughed twice and said, "What's wrong with the prince? Hurry up and take him to the Imperial Hospital to recuperate!"

The envoy knelt on the ground and said, "Your Majesty, this disease is hemoptysis. If there is no corresponding parasite to suppress it, the prince will die suddenly within a day! That day, after the woman injured the prince, she covered all the parasites and rolled them away. Please, Your Majesty, take care of our prince!"

He Yanting looked from Malzaha's body, and when he saw the back of her hand twitching constantly, he understood.

The emperor pondered for a moment: "Come here, summon Miss Jiang San to the palace, and remember to let her bring the insects!"

Miss Jiang San! Malzaha's mouth twitched slightly, and his tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly.

That guy really didn't lie to him.

Three incense sticks later, Jiang Zhiyu was hurriedly invited to the Imperial Hospital. As soon as she entered, everyone in the room looked at her.

It was the first time that the envoy of Nanlong saw her.

The two looked at her, and then looked at each other, their eyes full of incredible.

The girl in front of them was thin and small, with clear and innocent eyes. She looked like a well-behaved and harmless type. How could it be possible that she was the one who beat up their prince in the street? !

Could it be that the emperor discovered their plan and deliberately found someone to fool them? !

Jiang Zhiyu automatically ignored them and his eyes fell on Marzaha, whose blood was almost all over the bed.

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He Yanting: "..."

The emperor: "..."

The emperor coughed lightly: "Zhiyu, did you take the prince Marzaha's parasite?"