The naughty and cowardly little crybaby sold himself out

Chapter 165: Is it the beginning of summer last year?

So, although the emperor asked Jing Muyang to accompany Tuoya out, he stayed in the teahouse until closing time.

It had been a long time since I walked around the capital so late at night. Jing Muyang looked up at the full moon in the sky, and remembered that when he first met her, he said that the Guanghan Palace on the moon was actually a big pit. The laurel tree was a pit, and Wu Gang who chopped down the laurel tree was also a pit. They were all pits...

He couldn't help but pull out a smile. Such a sad story was explained by her seriously and it was so funny. He didn't know if Chu Jian was lying to him.

There were almost no people on the street, and most of the shops were either closed or in the process of closing. Jing Muyang didn't care and was not in a hurry. He paced slowly, and Qingmu followed him leisurely.

However, at a corner, I saw a sneaky person looking around as if he was doing something shameful.

Jing Muyang followed with great interest and found that the man entered through a back door, and it seemed that nothing happened after the back door was closed.

"Your Highness, this is the back door of Xunyi Clinic." Qingmu reminded.

"Xun Yi Clinic?" Jing Muyang must know Xun Yi Clinic.

Ever since Chu Jian's accident, the Xunyi Clinic, which had only been open for less than two months, was taken over by the emperor, and he no longer managed it. Firstly, he did not have the energy, and secondly, he did not know how to treat patients.

Under the circumstances at that time, it was understandable that the emperor suppressed public opinion and closed down the Xunyi Clinic.

Moreover, this Xunyi Clinic played a very important role in the war with Beisai. I guess the emperor was behind it.

But what was that person doing secretly? What was he trying to do under the emperor's nose?

Jing Muyang walked around outside and found nothing, then he sneaked into the pharmacy and still found nothing.

But why do I feel like there is something wrong?

With this doubt, Jing Muyang came to the door the next day.

The free medical consultation every Saturday has continued. The clinic is very busy and the guys dispensing medicine at the counter are very busy.

"Oops, the medicine paper is gone. Please wait a moment, sir."

The medicine dispenser took out another stack of prescription papers from under the counter and dropped a piece of letter paper on the ground. He took a look at it and picked it up. "Blue Mountain Villa?"

What the hell is this? I don't know who it's addressed to, and why is it here? Just crumple it and throw it away.

Jing Muyang was observing the guys inside, trying to see who the sneaky man he saw last night was, when he accidentally heard a voice saying "Blue Mountain Villa". His back suddenly went numb and he turned his head quickly, just in time to see the ball of paper thrown out by the guy who was dispensing medicine.

He stared at the ball of paper rolling on the ground, walked forward step by step, his palms sweating, picked it up with great difficulty, and opened it with trembling hands.

Although the second half of the letter was soaked by water and the contents could no longer be discerned, the handwriting and especially the contents of the first half made Jing Muyang's pent-up emotions burst out instantly.

At No. 2 Blue Mountain Villa on Jade Street, there is a woman who misses her husband madly and hopes that her husband can fly to pick her up!

Jade Street Blue Mountain Villas!

airplane!!

Jing Muyang was instantly struck by lightning, and his anger burst out. He flew forward and grabbed the guy's neck.

"Tell me! Where did this letter come from?!"

"Cough cough cough..."

The guy whose neck was pinched couldn't breathe or speak, and he kept struggling.

All the patients in the clinic ran away. Qingmu hurried forward and held his hand, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, let go first, let go first, he is going to die!"

Jing Muyang then let go of his hand and threw the guy to the ground.

“Ahem… Your Majesty, please spare me, Your Majesty, please spare me, ahem… I don’t know. I’ve only been in this clinic for a month. I really don’t know. I just brought the medicine paper out. I really don’t know anything…”

The guy who dispensed the medicine knelt on the ground, trembling and begging for mercy.

Jing Muyang walked into the counter and turned out everything under the counter. Finally, he found a torn envelope with "To the owner of Xunyi Clinic" written on it. The handwriting was the same as that on the paper ball.

"Call out your boss!" Jing Muyang clenched his fists.

Qingmu had cleared the clinic and closed the door. Several doctors and pharmacists were kneeling on the ground. The shopkeeper heard the noise in the back and came out quickly. He was a middle-aged man in his forties.

"Your Highness the King of War!" The shopkeeper immediately knelt on the ground after seeing this scene.

Jing Muyang bent down and picked him up, shaking the letter in his hand, the anger burning in his eyes seemed to devour everything.

"I will only ask you once, when and from where was this letter sent?!"

The shopkeeper took it and looked at it tremblingly.

"Your Highness, Prince Zhan, this was probably received around the beginning of summer last year. It seems to have come from Nanbang. I don't know what the letter says. It might have been sent to the wrong address. I know nothing, really nothing. Please spare me, Your Highness!"

The beginning of summer last year? Or was it the beginning of summer last year?

Jing Muyang took the letter back and found that the parts that had been soaked and dried had indeed turned yellow.

Chu Jian had sent him a letter asking for help, but he was crazy at the time and Chu Jian had few acquaintances in the capital. He certainly couldn't send the letter directly to him or Ruyi and the others as he was being hunted. But he didn't think of this.

It was him, it was his negligence. If he had thought of this at the time, he would have received the letter and would have rushed over as soon as possible, and she would not have died...

Jing Muyang lost his strength and staggered and fell down as soon as he turned around. Qingmu caught him immediately, and the shopkeeper immediately asked a doctor to treat him.

But it was of little use. Jing Muyang fell into endless self-blame. Even though his body had recovered, he could not calm down mentally. The feeling of loss and helplessness spread throughout his body, and the whole world seemed to have collapsed.

Well, Jing Muyang’s world collapsed again.

Jing Muyang was carried on a carriage and sent back to Prince Zhan's Mansion. Too many people saw this and the Emperor was soon alarmed. Dean He hurried out of the palace, the Fourth Prince also came, and Toya was the first to arrive.

Qingshan and his companions stopped them all in the flower hall.

"Qingshan, I want to go see the War King, please let me in!" Toya was so anxious that she wanted to break in.

"Qingshan, let me go in and take a look." The Fourth Prince was also anxious.

"Don't go, let him calm down." Although Dean He didn't see Jing Muyang, he had basically guessed what happened after listening to Qingmu's narration. He took out a medicine bottle and handed it over, "Qingmu, you know the dosage. Go ahead, take it as soon as possible."

Jing Muyang was alone in Xiu Garden, curled up on the small couch, holding the painting that Chu Jian drew for him, and said nothing.

Aoki came over with medicine and water and knelt beside the small couch.

"My Lord, can you drink some water?"

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