The poisonous concubine is very arrogant, making the crippled king blush and his heart beat fast

Her arms also slowly dropped down, and Zhiqiu widened his eyes in shock.

Is the lady dead?

"Miss, please don't die, please wake up..." Zhiqiu screamed miserably.

The female medical officer hurried forward and checked his breathing, only to find it was very weak.

Even if he hasn't, he will die soon if he doesn't find a way to get treatment soon.

"Don't cry, get out of the way, she's not dead yet!" The female medical officer took out a silver needle and began acupuncture, shouting outside, "Hurry, someone, carry her to the clinic, quickly!"

There are many things missing here, so it will be difficult to provide treatment.

With the acupuncture treatment of the female medical officer, Lin Moer gradually woke up, but her consciousness was confused and her condition was still very dangerous.

After a while, eunuchs came in and carried the body out on a stretcher.

Wherever he went, passers-by looked at him sideways. When they saw that his head was not covered, they realized that he was not dead.

However, his pale and haggard face showed that he was not far from death.

The empress dowager looked haggard when she woke up. After seeing the dying Lin Mo'er being carried out, she trembled with anger:

"Jiang Mengli must be behind this. Damn it, it's so despicable. I really underestimated her!"

"He didn't show up earlier, didn't show up later, but only showed up when Lin Mo'er was beaten to pieces, and she just watched without saying a word!"

The more I talked, the angrier I became. I had a terrible headache and felt irritated.

Nanny Ning hurriedly brought some tea to her and comforted her, "Your Majesty, please calm down. Your health is more important. This has already happened, and it means this is Lin Mo'er's fate."

The emperor, with a frown on his face, echoed the words in a deep voice, "Yes, being angry won't change anything. It's all Lin Mo'er's fault."

The Queen and Concubine Qin were also here, but everyone else had gone out to enjoy the flowers and stroll around.

After hearing what they said, the Queen raised her head and frowned, "Your Majesty, what do you mean?"

The emperor did not speak, but sipped his tea in silence, his eyes looking elsewhere.

Such silence was seen as acquiescence by the Queen.

"I understand." The Queen's face was not looking good. "This is stealing a chicken but losing the rice. Lin Mo'er doesn't deserve any sympathy. I don't understand what Jiang Mengli is doing?"

"You all say she's hateful. May I ask what's so hateful about her? Is it just because she's Jiang Dingshan's woman? She's just a woman. How can she..."

"Shut up!" The Queen Mother interrupted harshly, looking at her with a sullen expression. "What do you know? The Jiang family deserves to be wiped out. She's standing by and almost healing Wen Mohan. What does this mean?"

This is what she hates the most.

After much effort, they tried every possible way to make Wen Mohan a cripple, but the damn Jiang Mengli actually cured him.

Jiang Mengli used to be a good-for-nothing, and she thought that as long as Prince Jing's Mansion didn't marry her, she would be exiled to the wilderness. But who knew that she would end up in Prince Yu's Mansion by accident.

Everything was too unexpected, everything she didn't want to see.

The Queen lowered her head and admitted her fault, "Mother, please calm down. It is my daughter-in-law who is stupid."

He appears to be admitting his mistake, but in his heart he doesn't feel he is wrong.

The emperor stared into the distance with a frown, his fingers rhythmically tapping the armrests. After a while, he spoke:

"The flood in Huangzhou has not yet been effectively controlled. How about temporarily appointing my ninth brother as the imperial envoy to handle this matter? It's not good to have him idle too much."

As soon as these words were spoken, the pavilion became extremely quiet and you could hear a pin drop.

The Queen Mother understood the hidden meaning behind the words and raised her lips slightly. "Since he is receiving a salary from the court, he naturally cannot be idle. Huangzhou is the hometown of porcelain, and the flood must be controlled as soon as possible."

Concubine Qin also nodded and agreed with a smile, "Yes, he...it would be better if he could have something to do."

The queen tightened her fingers, bit her lip, took a deep breath, suppressed her anger and said, "Your Majesty, he has difficulty walking and has to rely on a wheelchair to travel. Dealing with the flood..." It's inconvenient.

Before he could finish his words, the emperor slammed the teacup on the table with a loud bang, obviously he was angry.

The Queen Mother looked at her with a look that seemed to be filled with poison, and she was very displeased.

……

In the evening, Yunying hurried to Yatingyuan with a small note.

Wen Mohan is still practicing walking, and without the help of crutches, he can walk three meters at a time.

"Master, this was sent secretly by someone." Yun Ying walked over and handed him the note.

Yun Jian hurriedly helped him sit in the wheelchair and wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief.

He opened the note with a serious expression. There were only two lines of words on it, "His Majesty is sending you to Huangzhou to control the flood. Find a way to avoid it."

There is no signature on it.

They also don't know who gave the news.

Yun Jian asked Yun Ying in confusion, "Who gave it to you?"

Yunying recalled: "He looked like someone from the palace, a young eunuch."

A little eunuch...

The people in the palace basically sided with the Empress Dowager and the Emperor. Who could be the one who gave them a kind reminder?

"Control the flood..." Wen Mohan narrowed his eyes and burned the note to ashes with a fire stick. "Let a person who relies on a wheelchair to travel control the flood, hehe..."

Yun Jian was filled with righteous indignation and said, "This is too much. The master defended the country for him, but now that the country is stable, he wants to abandon the donkey. What an ungrateful person who repays kindness with hatred."

"He doesn't even consider that the neighboring countries don't dare invade anymore because they're afraid of you. If you weren't there, they would have already given up!"

Wen Mohan started fighting on the battlefield at the age of thirteen. His subordinates were all elite soldiers and generals, and they were called the Poison Scorpion Army.

He was invincible for ten years, not only driving away the invaders but also capturing three cities for the Great Sheng Kingdom.

Now the neighboring countries have become obedient, and some small countries have even become vassal states, paying compensation and tribute to the Great Sheng Kingdom, filling the Great Sheng treasury.

Wen Mohan raised his thin lips slightly and snorted, "Since ancient times, those who have achieved more than their masters have always had a tragic end. There's nothing strange about that."

Yun Jian nodded: "Yes, isn't that the case with the Jiang family? They..."

He shut up hastily in the middle of his speech.

But he had already said it, and a gaze as cold as an ice knife sent a chill down his spine.

Wen Mohan retracted his gaze and said in a cold voice, "The Jiang family brought this upon themselves. Who allowed them to collude with the bandits and kill my mother? My mother trusted him so much, yet she was tricked into going to a bandit's lair..."

He couldn't say any more. His heart felt like it was blocked by a stone, and the scene of his mother Liu Qinglian's tragic death emerged in his mind.

He was raped to death by twenty bandits in turn, his body was torn to pieces, his clothes were tattered, and he left this world in the most humiliating way.

Wen Mohan's brows were furrowed, filled with hatred, his fists were clenched so tightly that veins popped out and he was trembling slightly.

"Husband, how was your practice today?" Jiang Mengli's voice came from the courtyard gate.

He retracted his thoughts, his eyes shot out sharply, "What do you care? Get as far away as you can!"

The sudden roar startled Yun Jian and Yun Ying, and their hearts skipped a beat.

Jiang Mengli's smile faded, and he walked over with a frown, "Did I provoke you? Why are you yelling?"

Wen Mohan thought of his biological mother's death, and looked at her with hatred in his eyes. He said in a cold and stern tone, "Don't you want men? I'll give you a few more tonight. They must be strong men."

"Yun Jian, Yun Ying, what do you think of the princess? You should accompany her tonight, so that she won't come and pester me like a dog-skin plaster!"

Yun Jian: “!!”

Yunying: “!!”