Chapter 110： what to do with Wang Jun

"Can you find out why?"

"When the old minister came, the servant had already cleaned up the filth. The old minister could only check the pulse to find out the cause of the disease, but he couldn't find the cause. I also asked the eighth princess to forgive me."

"It's okay, please prescribe the medicine first!"

Nan Jun glanced at the little waiter who was kneeling by the bed serving Lian Qing, then turned and walked out.

"Dark wind."

"The subordinates are here."

"Go to the dining room and ask the cooks today to see if anyone has been to the dining room."

"Yes."

"Dark Rain, go to Wang Jun's yard and inquire about what Wang Jun uses for lunch."

"Yes."

An Feng and An Yu retreated under orders, and Nan Jun turned around and went back to the house. At this time, the imperial doctor had already prescribed the medicine, and Nan Jun immediately ordered someone to boil the medicine.

"If there is nothing wrong, the old minister will leave."

The imperial doctor carried the medicine box on his back, bowed and said.

"My lord, the steward will send you out of the mansion for this king."

"The old minister will leave."

After everyone had left, Nan Jun came to the bedside, and Hong Liu was still changing the veil on Lian Qing's forehead.

Without the decoration of flowers and pearls, even the clean and full forehead was exposed in front of Nan Jun's eyes, Nan Jun couldn't help staring at it and became dazed.

Hongliu took a sneak peek, thinking that the Eighth Prince was bewildered by Lian Qing's appearance, so she stared at the young master's face for a long time.

Hongliu got up gently and left the inner room, only Nan Jun and Lian Qing who pretended to be asleep were left in the room.

Nan Jun sat down slowly, and shook her head helplessly. She didn't understand what the little man was thinking, but she didn't like being used by others over and over again.

"Why do you want to do this?"

Nan Jun's indifferent voice sounded, and the little man lying on the bed couldn't help but froze.

Even Qing's fan-like eyelashes trembled, Nan Jun looked away.

"Sister Yu..."

The man's delicate voice sounded, making Nan Jun feel numb all over.

"Didn't you say that you should stop calling my elder sister? Mr. Lian, you are a man, you should always think about your own reputation."

Nan Jun felt helpless in his heart, but he couldn't say anything serious, after all, this person was still his savior, wasn't he?

The little fairy in the dream had repeatedly told her to treat her savior well, and Nan Jun didn't want to be a person who would repay her kindness with revenge.

"Sister Jun...why? Why are you so cruel to Qing'er?"

Lian Qing's eyes were red, coupled with her frail body, she looked extremely pitiful.

"This king will say it one last time, please respect yourselves, Mr. Lian, this king is not your elder sister!"

Nan Jun clenched his hands into fists and said in a cold voice with displeasure.

"But... You didn't treat Qing'er like this before. Qing'er saved you and served you every day, and you have lost your innocence. Does the eighth princess want to talk about innocence with Qing'er now?"

Even Qing felt wronged in his heart, he thought he was Nanjun's savior, apart from being treated mercifully by the Eighth Prince's House, the Emperor never rewarded him with a single copper coin, but it was that Qiao Yun who became the eighth prince when Nanjun came back. Wang Jun.

Why?

It's not fair!

Nan Jun concluded that if Lian Qing was really her savior, changing her medicine and wiping her body back then would have ruined the man's innocence, but Nan Jun didn't like him, and he had no affection for him. How could she compromise on such a matter?

"Mr. Lian's life-saving grace to Nanjun is unforgettable, but if Mr. Lian wants to use this to blackmail me in exchange for something I don't want, please forgive me for not being able to agree."

Whenever he asks for money and power, she can be satisfied with him, but only feelings can't be forced.

The teardrops that were about to drip from the corners of Lian Qing's eyes finally rolled down, and he was seen tightly clutching the bed curtain next to the pillow with his hands, showing a forbearance.

"Is it because of Wang Jun?"

Lian Qing's red and swollen eyes looked at Nan Jun, but there was still no trace of friendship in that man's eyes.

"What are you doing with the king?"

Nan Jun frowned in displeasure, she really didn't like Lian Qing's weeping temper.

He could see the impatience in her eyes clearly, but Lian Qing was still unwilling to give up.

"The Eighth Prince has never thought that the person who poisoned Qing'er would be your unfavored prince?"

A flash of impatience flashed in Nan Jun's eyes, but he still resisted and did not leave. If this person hadn't saved her life, she would never say a word to such a person in her life.

"My lord is my husband, and even my son is my savior. It's too late for him to thank you, so how could he poison you?"

The corners of Nan Jun's lips curled up, and he stared closely at Lian Qing's eyes.

"Furthermore, even the young master's medical skills are unparalleled, and even the poison on the king's body that the imperial doctor can't see can be cured. How can other people's small tricks escape your eyes, young master Lian?"

Lian Qing's eyes flashed, and he turned his head away and said: "Hehe...that is the Eighth Prince, you don't know, that good husband of yours is Qing'er's senior brother, and his medical skills are better than Lian Qing's, if he wants to kill Qing'er, how can he kill Qing'er? With Qing'er's ability, how can she escape."

Lian Qing's words shocked Nan Min, it turned out that Qiao Yun and Lian Qing were from the same school, no wonder he put those medicinal ingredients that she was very familiar with in the soup he boiled every day.

"Since Wang Jun and Mr. Lian are from the same school, they will not harm you. Please rest assured, Mr. Lian. This king said that he would not let you suffer any grievances, so he will do what he says. This king will do it himself. Give you justice."

"Does the Eighth Prince believe in the prince so much?"

Lian Qing bit her lip tightly, fixedly staring at Nan Jun's eyes and asked.

Nan Jun didn't dodge either, and nodded generously.

"Yes, he is my king's husband, who will I believe if my king doesn't believe him?"

"Hehe... That's the heart of a villain..."

Lian Qing gave a wry smile, and buried his head in the quilt, unwilling to look at Mo Han again.

He planned for many days to frame Qiao Yun, but he didn't want to lose before he could make a move.

Looking at Nan Jun's posture, even if Qiao Yun did what happened today, she would definitely protect him.

Then who does Lian Qing pretend to be for? If the framing failed, he could only think of another way.

Nan Jun, why are you different from other women?

In Lian Qing's heart, he thought that all women were like his mother, and a man only needed to play some tricks to get favored.

But Nanju surprised him, this person didn't care about the intrigue of the man's family at all, and no one else could replace the person she recognized in her eyes.

"You rest first, so that you can live and take care of yourself. This king will go and investigate the person who poisoned you, and I will give you an explanation."

Nan Jun got up and looked at the human who buried his head in the quilt.

After all, the incident happened in his own mansion, even if Nan Jun believed that Qiao Yun did not do it, he had to give everyone an explanation.

Lian Qing put down the quilt and exposed his head, but didn't look back.

"No need, maybe Lian Qing ate the wrong food and hurt his spleen and stomach, so let's forget about it..."