Concubine Doctor Concubine: Prince Miao only spends money like soil

Chapter 92, finally waiting for you
"Wushuang, is your father's injury all right?" The eldest lady held Gu Wushuang's hand, her eyes full of worry.

"Don't worry, Da Furen. Although my father was injured by a knife, fortunately he didn't hurt his vitals." It's just that resting for a month is indispensable.

"Then what should I pay attention to?" The eldest lady is no doubt the head of the house, and her thoughts are always much more meticulous than that of the aunt.

"Precautions, Wushuang has informed the housekeeper, and he will give instructions."

"Okay, okay, thank you for being here again, thankfully for having you here." The eldest lady said with a choked voice.

Thinking of my daughter, I can't see it even if I want to see it now.

With tears in her eyes filled with forbearance, Gu Wushuang felt grateful and patted her on the back lightly.

"Ma'am, Wushuang is also your daughter. If there is anything in the future, I will ask Wushuang to help you."

Liu's unbearable tears finally fell, crying for herself and her daughter who was far away in the court.

Gu Wushuang returned to her boudoir with slightly heavy steps.

In the house, Xiao Yanling had been waiting for a long time.

"Finally waiting for you." Seeing her tired face, Xiao Yanling hugged her lightly in distress.

"Shuang'er, you have worked hard."

She leaned into his arms and closed her eyes, enjoying a brief moment of peace.

Today she is really tired, physically and mentally exhausted.

The door was closed softly, and the room fell into a slight darkness.

Leaning in his arms, Gu Wushuang actually felt sleepy, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Feeling the sinking delicate body of the person in his arms, Xiao Yanling carefully picked her up horizontally.

Gently placed on the mahogany couch, gently covered her with a quilt, her fair face was calm and serene.

His fingers gently brushed across his side face, his eyes were full of pity.

Wushuang, I'm sorry, it's all my fault.

The evil and wild eyes of the sample were full of guilt and remorse at the moment.

However, the heart has no regrets.

If he misses her in this life, he will regret it all his life.

Xiao Yanling returned to his mansion, Xuanji came to him and fell to his knees with a "plop".

"My lord, please punish Xuanji." With his head down, Xuanji felt extremely ashamed.

Xiao Yanling stood in front of him, he didn't help him immediately.

"What's wrong with you?"

"This subordinate has neglected his duty. The lord has long ordered his subordinate to find someone to secretly protect the Gu family, but this subordinate has neglected it."

Xiao Yanling took a deep breath, "It can't be completely blamed on you, they are full of tricks, today, even if you and I found out, so what?"

They can't stop anything except for a fight.

"I have no intention of doing this, but I caused them to be injured because of me. I am sorry for Gu Fu."

"My lord, it's not your fault, it's your subordinate's negligence."

For the accident between General Feng and Master Gu, Xuanji really blamed himself.

"Mysterious man, you don't have to blame yourself, no one expected it to happen so suddenly."

"General Feng, why are you up?" Feng Qiman's voice came from the door, Mrs. Yan supported him, his wound had already been bandaged, white gauze was wrapped around his neck, and his injured left arm was hanging.

"My lord, Fengmou is all right, I wonder what happened to Lord Gu?" After he was rescued, he came back here.

I also miss Gu Hou Ye in my heart.

"Master Gu is fine, he just needs to cultivate for a while."

"That's fine, that's fine."

"General Feng, do you know who they are this time?"

"Their martial arts moves are very similar to people from the Jianghu."

Feng Qiman sat down on the side seat, frowning and recalling the past.

"Their martial arts had no rules, and they didn't have any sense of discipline. It was just at the time."

Feng Qiman paused in the middle of his speech, Xiao Yanling seemed to have some doubts when he saw him.

"What can the General discover?"

"It's just that when they saw that I knew martial arts, they seemed surprised and panicked."

"Oh, why is this?" Is it because you are afraid that you will not be able to beat it?is there any other reason?

"In short, this time can be regarded as a blessing among misfortunes. Uh!" Feng Qi grinned in pain as he accidentally pulled the wound.

"Be careful, General." Aunt Yan whispered, and quickly supported his shoulder.

"Oh, it's okay, don't panic." Feng Qiman smiled awkwardly.

"Mother Yan, please take care of General Feng these few days."

"The woman knows, the prince can rest assured."

Aunt Yan has been here for a few days and has already become familiar with the whole mansion.

I am also extremely respectful to the master here.

"Please also ask General Feng to cultivate well, and leave other matters to this king."

"How does the prince plan to investigate?" Feng Qiman still couldn't help asking him.

"My lord, I will naturally find out." In fact, he knew it well.

Feng Qiman saw that his complexion was not good, so he didn't continue to ask, but stood up and left the hall with Mrs. Yan.

For a while, the hall fell into silence.

There was incense slowly wafting from the censer, it was already nightfall, and the lamp post was still on in Xiao Yanling's study.

The wind blows through the treetops and passes silently along the eaves.

It disturbed the insects hiding in the grass, and also disturbed the falling leaves.

A black shadow flashed across the eaves, and soon reached another eaves.

The black robe fluttered in the wind, revealing a dull golden color.

The prime minister's mansion of the Yuxiao Dynasty was brightly lit.

From time to time, someone carried a lantern to and from each intersection.

Some of them wear swords around their waists, and their stern faces look serious and mysterious in the night lights.

The black figure's footsteps were silent, and the light figure flew by like a swallow, and stopped silently on the eaves of an attic.

Gently jumping away a few pieces of black glazed tiles, the figures in the house can be vaguely seen through the gaps.

Inside the house was a middle-aged man, about 50 years old, with gray hair and a slightly curvy figure.

This person is Prime Minister Xiao.

Compared with Grand Master Pang's Kong Wu is powerful, Prime Minister Xiao looks thin and old.

But even so, he is still proficient in calculations, deeply scheming, and fond of strategies.

Standing in front of him was a man in black, with a slightly medium build, who was listening to some orders with his head bowed respectfully.

Their voices are extremely soft, if it wasn't for the people on the eaves who are very good at lightness and have sensitive ears, they probably wouldn't be able to hear a single word.

"What happened?" The old prime minister's voice sounded a little hoarse, accompanied by some panting.

He shook his body while speaking.

The head of the man in black was even lower, almost touching the ground.

"Please spare your life, Prime Minister."

"Forgive me? Hmph, do you know that there is only one chance?"

If you miss it, you will have to wait for a long time.

"The subordinates don't even know that there are masters around him."

"Hmph, master, you should know that the one who has a lot to do with them has already crouched in secret. You failed because you underestimated the enemy."

"The prime minister said yes, but this time, it's not like him."

"Oh, could it be that there are others helping?" Prime Minister Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the dimly lit candle, his deep eyes were thoughtful.

"The man is very skilled, and"

"If you have something to say, hurry up and waste time."

"Yes, the villain thinks that that man is powerful in martial arts, and his martial arts moves are like those in the army."

"A man in the army?" Prime Minister Xiao's narrowed eyes instantly enlarged, "What does that man look like?"

"The appearance is ordinary, with a sallow complexion, as if... wearing a mask."

"mask?"

"Yes, the villain has been around the rivers and lakes more or less, so he has seen similar cheeks, usually with disguise."

"Disguise? That's a fake face."

"Exactly."

Hearing this, the people on the eaves already understood the original, and quietly covered the glazed tiles.

The figure came and went like a ghost and disappeared into the night without a trace.

(End of this chapter)