Six years later, the princess came back with three cubs

Chapter 92
"Father, here comes the water."

In fact, Jun Moyan was not thirsty, and he never used water poured by anyone other than Leng Jian, Leng Yue, Wuxin and Wuqing, but seeing the beads of sweat on the boss's forehead, he reached out to take the cup, and sipped lightly. Take a sip.

Warm and palatable, the entrance is clear and sweet, with a faint mint aroma.

"What was in the water?"

"It's mint tea made by my mother. It can refresh your mind, dispel wind and dissipate heat. It's the most refreshing drink in summer."

"Dad, is it delicious?"

To Jun Moyan, as long as he wasn't drinking medicine, everything else wasn't too bad to drink.

"good."

"If you like it, let's ask mother to make more mints and send them to you."

Jun Moyan was noncommittal, "Is it fun in the palace?"

The three children shook their heads in unison.

"It's not fun. Those princes and princes' children are all stupid to death. None of them can do memorization, horseback riding, and martial arts competitions. However, my eldest brother and I have to let them."

Jun Moyan raised his eyebrows, "Why do you let them?"

"If we win, they will lose face, and the elders in their family will make trouble for mother."

Jun Moyan paused slightly when he was fiddling with the teacup.

Since living here is so difficult and aggrieved, why not leave? Is revenge really so important to you?
-

Tingwei Supervisor.

Several officials of Ting Weicheng held the "imperial decree" brought by Wuxin and tried their best to study the time of a stick of incense, but they did not study to understand what was written on it.

"Without guards, it's not that I refuse to let you go. It's because the content of your edict is puzzling. Otherwise, it's hard work for you to go back and get a new edict with clearer writing?"

Although Wuxin has no official position, he is the guard beside Jun Moyan, and Jun Moyan is not only a prince, but also notoriously hard-tempered, so Tingwei's people are very polite to Wuxin.

Wuxin looked at Ting Weicheng with a smile, "Since that's the case, I won't make things difficult for Ting Weicheng, but I would like to ask any of you to go to the Imperial Study Room and repeat what you just said in front of the emperor. Anyway, I dare not say it."

Ting Weicheng's smile froze before it could unfold.

"This this this..."

Ting Weicheng and several officials looked at each other, but no one dared to agree.

Just kidding, go to the emperor and say that the emperor's handwriting is not good, they are not tired of work.

It was still Ting Weicheng who had a flexible mind, and quickly came up with an idea, and ran to ask Wu Zongxian for instructions with this decree that seemed to have been swept by the gust of wind.

I thought Wu Zongxian would be in the same trouble as them, but Wu Zongxian only took a glance and asked Ting Weicheng to go back and release him.

Ting Weicheng was hesitant and puzzled, "My lord, I can't tell what the characters are from the handwriting. What if it's not the intention to release people?"

Wu Zong first glanced at Ting Weicheng, "Then you can ask the emperor yourself."

Ting Weicheng: "..."

Between dereliction of duty and death, Ting Weicheng wisely chose the former.

If you put the wrong person, at worst, you will be dismissed from office.

In the small cell, the woman was sitting cross-legged, holding a book and reading it carefully.

The bright sunlight came in through the palm-sized window on the top of the wall, shining on her beautiful face, demure and beautiful like a picture scroll.

Wuxin couldn't bear to destroy such a scene for a while.

"Are you looking for me?"

Facing Mu Ning's knowingly smiling peach blossom eyes, Wuxin bowed slightly, "Under the order of the master, I came here to pick Miss Mu out."

"You guys are faster than I thought."

Mu Ning was not surprised. He put the book in his hand on the stone table, got up and straightened his skirt and sleeves, and followed Wu Xin out of the cell.

After leaving the prison area, Mu Ning paused slightly, and Wuxin also stopped.

"Miss Mu, what's wrong?"

Mu Ning smiled, "Last night, there was a patient who was diagnosed and treated by me. I'll go and check on his condition. Wait for me for a while."

Wuxin hurriedly said: "I will go with Miss Mu."

"Alright."

In the classroom, the jailer who fell ill last night had already woken up, and a young woman was serving him breakfast.

Seeing Mu Ning coming in, both of them were taken aback.

Mu Ning explained with a smile, "I'm going out, so I stopped by to get your pulse."

Hearing this, the young woman got up quickly, seeing Mu Ning's expression of gratitude.

"It was you who saved my brother? The concubine said that I would thank you in person in a while, but I didn't expect you to come here first."

"It's not worth the effort."

Mu Ning looked at the delicious food on the small table with a smile, and said: "The pulse is fast, you continue to eat your food, but you have epilepsy, you should avoid spicy food when eating, it is best to focus on light food, and avoid staying up late .”

The jailer was about to eat a piece of spicy pickled radish, but when he heard Mu Ning's words, he quickly threw the radish back on the plate.

"Miss Mu, I have already heard from my brother what happened last night. If you hadn't ignored the past and rescued me, I'm afraid I would have lost my life. I will never forget the grace of saving my life. From now on, I will help anyone who needs help." , please open your mouth."

After taking the pulse, the jailer got out of bed and solemnly bowed to Mu Ning to thank him.

Mu Ning was not polite, "It's easy to say, then please help me take care of the person who was in the same cell as me last night without violating the rules."

The jailer was puzzled, "Is there Miss Mu's friend in there?"

Mu Ning shook his head.

"Then why does Miss Mu help them like this? They are all a group of death row prisoners, and their crimes are unforgivable."

"I just think they're pretty pathetic."

The jailer nodded, "Alright Miss Mu, I understand."

"Thank you."

Going out of Ting Wei's gate, looking at the long-awaited Baogai carriage with the badge of Qinjun Prince's Mansion printed on it, Mu Ning turned to Wu Xin and said, "I'm sorry to bother you today, I can just enter the palace by myself, you can go back to the palace. "

Wu Xin smiled and replied, "Miss Mu, the master is also in the palace at this moment."

Mu Ning was stunned, and didn't ask Jun Moyan what he was doing in the palace, but Wuxin took the initiative to explain, "Master is staying with the three little masters in Shanglin Garden."

Mu Ning didn't show any dew on his face, but he was secretly thinking about what conditions Jun Moyan was going to talk to her about today's rescue.

She didn't think that Jun Moyan would be kind enough to save her.

-

"Your Majesty, I have searched around but have not found Chunlan. I have already sent someone to continue the search. I will return to you first."

Looking at the neatly placed banknotes on the dragon case, totaling 8000 taels of silver bills, Emperor Dongfeng pretended to be surprised.

"Since no one has found it, where did the banknote come from?"

Where else can it come from, of course it was posted by Lao Tzu.

Ten thousand muddy horses galloped by in Fan Da's heart, but he flattered him: "The slaves found it from Chunlan's residence."

"This servant girl is quite stupid, she left the bank note when no one was around."

"Who said it wasn't."

Emperor Dongfeng looked at the bank note in his hand, and thought of the 9 taels in the boss's hand, his expression was unavoidably gloomy.

The 9 taels were originally given by the three little guys to honor him, but the boss abruptly cut off his beard, so he was surprised that he felt happy.

But when he thought about the exchange with the boss again, the gloom in his heart eased a lot.

Taking out yesterday's 1000 taels and putting them together with today's, Emperor Dongfeng told Fan Da: "Take it to Da Sinong and store it in the treasury, and say it was dispatched from my private treasury."

"Yes."

Fan Da held a thick banknote and went to the treasurer, with a smile on his face and MMP in his heart.

And Dongfeng Emperor behind him smiled like an old fox.

He might not have guessed that the boss intentionally overreported the number. The purpose, of course, was to punish Fanda and Chunlan, the two slaves who dared to deceive the three little fellows.

For him, there are only advantages and no disadvantages, so he is naturally happy to pretend to be confused.

(End of this chapter)