"Your Highness, you really don't take your body seriously. Your old injury hasn't healed yet, and you have a new one."
In Prince Jing's mansion, the genius doctor Mr. Sai was treating Long Moxun's wounds. Perhaps because he is old, the genius doctor Sai always likes to mention Long Moxun a word or two now.
Long Moxun just listened quietly, tapping his fingers on the table from time to time, as if trying to divert his attention. However, his calm eyes never looked towards Dr. Sai from beginning to end.
Doctor Sai looked at Long Moxun's dazed look and sighed helplessly. He knew that the prince definitely didn't listen to what he said.
Today, the matter of Prince An's son reached the emperor. No one knew what the emperor was thinking, but he actually ordered Fang Jinyu and Long Moxun to investigate the case together. Just like last time, he only gave them three days.
Long Moxun sighed inwardly. The emperor's thoughts were becoming more and more difficult to guess. Today, he went out of the city to do something and happened to be ambushed and injured. Long Moxun always felt that the capital city had become increasingly uneasy in recent days, as if someone was always ready to make a move.
This is the case with the case of Liu Jing and Gu Hang, and also the case with the Prince of Anjun and Wang Chun. They seem to be two unrelated cases, but they have one thing in common.
Both cases involved two hostile parties in the court. Liu Jing and Gu Hang were mortal enemies at the time, so the murderer could easily provoke their relationship.
The current Prince An and Marquis Zhongyong were at odds with each other before the incident. Now, with such an accident happening, I am afraid there is no possibility of reconciliation between the two parties. Even if the murderer is found, it will be of no avail.
The second common point of these two cases is that in these two cases, any involvement of any aspect may lead to instability in the political situation. In the last case of Liu Jing, although the real murderer was found, Long Moxun always felt that there should be someone behind the real murderer who planned everything.
Although the real culprit in this case is still unknown, Long Moxun does not think that it is a coincidence that the Prince An's Mansion and the Marquis Zhongyong's Mansion were so cleverly linked together.
"Prince?"
The guard who was sent out to monitor the Prime Minister's Mansion came back at this time. He stood in front of Long Moxun and carefully reported the situation in the Prime Minister's Mansion to Long Moxun.
"Your Highness, I think Miss Luo is really amazing. It will only take a few hours. Do you want to ask Miss Luo to help with this case?"
Guard Jing can now be regarded as a little fanboy of Luo Xue Ning. It was also him who invited Prime Minister Luo, who was drinking with Lord Gu outside, into the mansion and stopped the Madam from doing evil in time.
Long Moxun raised his eyes and saw that Jing's eyes were clearly still filled with admiration for Luo Xuening. He waved his hand lightly.
"Do you think Luo Xue Ning is such an obedient person?"
If Luo Xuening had been obedient, perhaps Long Moxun would not have sent anyone to follow her.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Jing lowered his head, feeling a little disappointed. If the prince hadn't asked Miss Luo for help, he wouldn't have been able to monitor Miss Luo's superb case-solving skills.
"However, Miss Luo's nanny died tragically today. She looked very sad and probably has no mood to investigate the case."
When Jing Lin was leaving, he said something to himself because he didn't expect Long Mo Xun to hear him. However, Long Mo Xun not only heard it clearly, but also remembered it.
It’s really strange. What does Luo Xuening’s sadness have to do with him? What is he worried about?
After Long Moxun heard about Luo Xuening's situation, his first reaction was to think about what would happen to Luo Xuening. However, he was not familiar with Luo Xuening. What virtue and ability did Luo Xuening have that could make a prince like him worry about her?
Long Moxun was very annoyed with his reaction. However, he didn't know why he had stepped into such an embarrassing situation. It was really annoying.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, then he swept the white jade cups on the table with a flick of his hand. The white jade cups rolled off the table and landed next to the hands of Dr. Sai. Dr. Cang Huang grabbed the cups and asked, "My Lord, does your wound hurt again?"
Long Moxun remained silent. Doctor Sai only noticed that the prince's face was getting uglier. "Could it be that the poison has relapsed?"
"That's not right. According to the medicine I prescribed, the poison will take at least two months to take effect. How come it's earlier than expected?"
"Oh, this is terrible. I have to go get the medicine right away."
"......."
In the doctor's eyes, if the patient looks sad, there can only be one reason for it: he is not feeling well.
Long Moxun glanced coldly at the talkative old man, supported his chin with his hand, and watched the talkative old man busying around.
"Divine Doctor, can't you just say something to me?"
"......" Is this acting coquettishly?
No, no, no, look at that fierce expression, it's clearly Sasha, Doctor Sai said with a wry smile.
"No one in the capital city remembers the prince's kindness. Only I, an old man, dare to remember him."
When Doctor Sai said this, although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, there was clearly heartache in his eyes. He had watched Long Mo Xun grow up since he was a child, and it was after Long Mo Xun was poisoned that he volunteered to treat Long Mo Xun. Now, Long Mo Xun's poison has been treated for more than ten years, but in the end it can only be suppressed but not cured.
In the Nanshao Kingdom, everyone was terrified when talking about Prince Jing, but no one had ever understood what kind of life this "devil" had lived over the years.
"well"
Doctor Sai sighed, bandaged the wound, and went out on his own. Long Moxun was still worried about his strange reaction just now.
It's strange. What I hate most is self-righteous women like Luo Xuening. Was my worry just now because Luo Xuening is talented?
Long Moxun finally found a reason for his behavior. Luo Xuening was talented, and he, Long Moxun, always loved talents. He was worried about her, just like he was worried about Doctor Sai and Gu Shuchang. He was treating her as a subordinate.
After figuring this out, Prince Jing breathed a sigh of relief.
In the Prime Minister's Mansion, Luo Xue Ning sat on the bed, wearing only her underwear and wrapped in a quilt. Looking at the person kneeling in front of her, Luo Xue Ning shook her head.
"Miss, I am guilty. I have no face to face you, nor do I have the face to face you, Madam. Please, take me out of the house."
He Momo's death was a huge blow to Luoxia. Luo Xue Ning could understand Luoxia's feelings at that moment, but it was impossible for her to leave the mansion.
"Luoxia, you get up first."
"What happened today has nothing to do with you. I will not kick you out of the house, nor will I be angry with you."
"Miss?"
Luoxia's eyes were red and filled with tears, she felt both heartache and moved.
"But I failed to protect the young lady, I..."
"If someone wants to harm you, you can't guard against it. If you really feel that you are not strong enough to protect me, the young lady, then stay in the mansion, learn more, watch more, practice more, and pay more attention to the next time. Next time, you won't fall into their trap again."
Luoxia raised her eyes, her eyes filled with tears, and looked at Luoxuening in surprise. She had made such a big mistake, but the young lady really didn't abandon her and wanted to teach her?
Luoxia didn't know how to express her excitement at the moment. She was grateful. She only had gratitude to the young lady.
"Okay, go back and rest first. Tomorrow, follow me to strengthen your body. If you want to protect your young lady, your small body is not enough."
"Yes, miss."
Luoxia covered her chest with her hands, bowed to Luoxuening, and walked out, covering her chest with her hands as an expression of gratitude.
Not to mention that Luoxia was originally wronged, just because of the little girl's loyalty, Luo Xuening was reluctant to send her away. When hiring people, character is more important than ability.
Finally, silence returned to the room. Luo Xuening was preparing to roll up the quilt and go to sleep when she suddenly heard a figure flash outside.
Luoxia was a police officer in her previous life, so she was naturally very alert. She frowned, turned over, and rolled the quilt behind her back to create the illusion that she was asleep. At the same time, if someone really came, her movements would not be restricted.
To strike the enemy, that critical second often brings unexpected results.
She could feel the sound of very light footsteps coming from behind her. Luoxue frowned and listened carefully. She could sense that the person coming was quite skilled in martial arts and was extremely alert.
The higher the martial power of a person, the lighter his steps are. Luo Xue Ning just accidentally saw a figure flash by. If it were under normal circumstances, she might not be able to notice this person approaching.
Suddenly, the footsteps stopped, and Luo Xue Ning felt a cold breath behind her. She rolled her eyes, grabbed the quilt and swung it hard, directly onto the person behind her.
The figure retreated backwards, and even though he retreated in a hurry, his steps did not seem to be chaotic. This person was not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also had extremely strong psychological qualities.
As he retreated, he also steadied himself. Yes, he was still very conceited.
Luo Xue Ning threw out her fist again, hitting the man's fatal spot directly. The man dodged and kicked and punched at the same time, knocking Luo Xue Ning back step by step.
Of course, the person who came still held back some strength and did not use his full strength, otherwise, Luo Xuening would not have been so easily beaten back.
"Is it you?"
Seeing the face of the person coming, Luo Xuening was really surprised: "How could the prince know my tricks?"
Luo Xue Ning remembered clearly that these were the moves she had used before. These fighting moves should conflict with Long Mo Xun's martial arts moves, but how could Long Mo Xun know these? Was he stealing her skills?
"Luo Xue Ning, what's that look in your eyes?"