My doctor concubine has a big temper

Chapter 192

Daoist Wuwei was lying on the bed, struggling to speak, Murong Xun's face became more and more ugly as he said, his hands were clenched into fists, because of too much force, his arms were trembling slightly.

"Are you from Murong Wen?" Murong Xun asked sharply.

Daoist Wuwei nodded in pain, and said weakly: "Yes..."

"Since you are from Murong Wen, why are you telling me this now?" Murong Xun asked suspiciously.

"He, he wants to kill me, I...kill, kill..." Daoist Wuwei struggled to squeeze out such a sentence, because he was so angry that he became short of breath, suddenly affected the injury, and coughed violently, An unusual flush appeared on his face.

If he hadn't run out with all his strength, he might have died long ago.

At that time, Murong Wen's people wanted to torture and kill him. They didn't know how many times they had been stabbed in his body. In the end, they couldn't feel the pain anymore.

There is only one thought in my mind - run, run, must run out!
Fortunately, he finally ran out. However, he passed out later, and was lucky to be discovered by Murong Xun's people.

"Okay, what a Murong Wen!" Murong Xun finally figured it out.

It turned out that this was all planned by Murong Wen. He wanted to make him a villain, but Murong Wen secretly reaped the benefits. It really was a good plan.

"You come into the palace with me, and tell your father everything." Murong Xun added up to this point, "I guarantee you will not die!"

What else can Daoist Wuwei do now?

If he wanted to survive, he could only rely on Murong Xun, otherwise, he would be killed by Murong Wen.

"Okay." Just after Daoist Wuwei finished speaking, he suddenly rolled his eyes, his whole body twitched, and passed out directly.

"What's wrong? Wake up!" Murong Xun patted Daoist Wuwei's face. Daoist Wuwei who was lying on the bed didn't respond at all. If it wasn't for the faint heaving of his chest, he would have died like.

"Come here, come here, quickly call the doctor in!" Murong Xun called anxiously.

How could he report on Murong Wen without the witness of Daoist Wuwei?

While Murong Xun and the others were making a fuss, no one noticed that there was a person lying prone on the roof under the cover of night.

With one move, Ni Junya took back the wood energy in Daoist Wuwei's body that kept him alive.

Slowly curling the corners of her lips, Ni Junya left quickly without making a sound, without disturbing anyone.

After returning to his own Tingfengyuan, as soon as he reached the door, he immediately noticed that there were people in the house.

Immediately realized who was inside.

Pushing the door open, Ni Junya asked strangely, "Why is Your Highness here?"

"Aren't you tired? Why are you still running out?" Murong Ji stood up abruptly when he saw Ni Junya come back, and then realized that his reaction was a little too big.

The folding fan in his hand unfolded with a snap, and he slapped it twice in a concealed manner, and asked "reproach".

"Let's settle the matter of Daoist Wuwei." Ni Junya said with a smile, and at the same time went to the table, picked up the tea and was about to drink it.

Suddenly his hand was empty, and he looked at the teacup in confusion.

Her Ting Feng Yuan can't be so poor, can she?
Let His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sit here dryly without even giving him a cup of tea, is it impossible?
"Is your family so poor? Don't you even have a cup of hot tea?" Murong Ji asked with a serious face.

(End of this chapter)