"Oh? That shouldn't be the case," Zhong Mingwei frowned and took a sip of tea, saying in a deep voice. "The Queen Mother and Father have already reached a tacit understanding, so how could Ningguta be so restless?" Zhong Mingwei pondered, looking at Pang Yi again. "Besides the Imperial Guards, who else is there?"
"There is another force. I just haven't figured out the details yet. But every time I go down the mountain, I am always watched by someone, there is no way to escape," Pang Yi said. After a pause, he said, "There are always two groups of people. One group should be the Imperial Guards. I don't know the other one, but judging from their posture, they are not inferior to the Imperial Guards."
"Anyone who dares to compete with the Imperial Guards must also be a force from the capital." Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice, stroking his tea bowl. He paused and said, "But they have been occupying Ningguta all the time. But they didn't attack me, which shows that they are not from the harem, nor are they the princes' people." Zhong Mingwei pursed his lips, then looked at Pang Yi, "Ningguta has always been the sphere of influence of the Imperial Guards. It has been firmly in the hands of the Imperial Guards for many years. Who dares to compete with the Imperial Guards for territory?"
Pang Yi's eyes suddenly lit up: "It's the Jinyiwei! The Jinyiwei and the Imperial Guards have been sworn enemies for many years. Relying on Dai Jingfeng's reputation in front of His Majesty, the Jinyiwei have been thriving in recent years, suppressing the Imperial Guards so much that they have to seek breakthroughs outside the capital. As for a place as important as Ningguta, the Jinyiwei are naturally very jealous, and the Imperial Guards cannot afford to lose it."
"That's it," Zhong Mingwei nodded. After some thought, Zhong Mingwei said to Pang Yi, "Why not get in touch with the Imperial Guards?"
Pang Yi was startled, then hurriedly asked: "Master, what do you mean..."
"I have no other intentions, and I have no intention of taking sides. I just want to live peacefully in Ningguta," Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice, "but Ningguta is a small place, where can the Imperial Guards and Jinyiwei survive? There will definitely be another fierce fight. By then, I, the deposed prince, will probably become a stepping stone for others. It is better to make plans early. Compared with Jinyiwei, the powerful dragon of the capital, the Imperial Guards, the local snake, are more stable and reliable."
"Yes, I am more optimistic about the Imperial Guards," Pang Yi said. "Even though the Jinyiwei has developed rapidly, it cannot compare to the Imperial Guards which have a history of hundreds of years. Besides, I really don't trust Dai Jingfeng, that old fox."
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The next day.
Pang Yi came down the mountain early in the morning. Zhong Mingwei and Gu Changlin sat on the kang. Gu Changlin took a silver needle, warmed it over the fire, and then inserted it into Zhong Mingwei's swollen knee. Zhong Mingwei frowned slightly, watching the pus mixed with blood slowly flow down through the needle hole.
"Let's drain all the pus from the knee in the next two days," Gu Changlin said as he took out another silver needle and inserted it into the knee, gently turning it with his fingers to drain more pus. "Once the pus is clean, we have to scrape out the rotten flesh inside. It's been rotten in the pus for too long, so there must be a lot of rotten flesh."
"Yes, thank you very much, sir," Zhong Mingwei frowned and said, pausing for a moment to get used to the pain. His brows slowly relaxed as he looked at Gu Changlin, "Mr. Gu, how long will it take for my leg to heal?"
"Are you anxious again?" Gu Changlin glanced at him sideways, and as he inserted another silver needle, he snorted coldly, "I'm an old man in my sixties, and I don't even have time to spend the rest of my life. I ran hundreds of miles in the wind and snow to treat your injuries, but I'm not anxious at all. Why are you so anxious?"
Zhong Mingwei nodded somewhat embarrassedly: "Yes, Xiaoke is too impatient."
"I thought you would be less impatient after this lesson, but I didn't expect that you would learn your lesson," Gu Changlin snorted coldly, twisting the silver needle in his hand while looking at Zhong Mingwei leisurely, "Are you afraid that your young wife will dislike you?"
Zhong Mingwei's cheeks suddenly turned red. He was not one to show his emotions, but when he heard Gu Changlin mention Achou out of the blue, he felt a little embarrassed.
"No...nothing." Zhong Mingwei was a little embarrassed and lowered his head. He casually took the yellowed "General History of Ancient and Modern Times" from the head of the kang. This was brought by Chen Qingxuan. He kept the book that day. In fact, he had read this book twenty years ago, but it must be the work of Ding Yunwen. He kept it with him and always felt familiar when looking at it.
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