Everyone knew that Cheng Wang had been wounded in the arm by an assassin. Even though the wound had already healed, but the taiyi had said that there would be residual effects. When winter came, it would be unbearably painful. So a taiyi had given an idea to have Cheng Wang soak in the hot springs when he had nothing to do. It was good for his body.
But He Ming didn't have many manors and didn't have hot springs. At this time, he coincidentally heard that er ge had gone to the manors to soak in the hot springs. He applauded and personally sent an invitation, stating that he wanted to go to Fu Lang Manor to soak in the hot springs.
In the eyes of others, this action may have been a coincidence, but those who were observant could see. His Highness Cheng Wang had been back in Jing for a few days, why hadn't anyone suggested going to the hot springs? Why did it have to be brought up at this time?
Suspicion was suspicion, but Cheng Wang didn't participate in the fight for the throne. He usually didn't have much courage. The people at court didn't care, putting their attention on the rankings of the Spring Examination and the assassin. As to the target of the assassination, because the Emperor didn't place much importance on it, it was ignored by them.
He Heng had received He Ming's invitation at the palace gates. He Ming's writing on the invitation was just like his person, proper and proper. Even though it didn't give off a romantic feeling, but it wouldn't make people dislike it. He Heng handed the invitation to Ming He, "Go personally to Cheng Wang Fu. Say that ben wang, as the older brother, will definitely welcome my younger brother."
Ming He nodded, turning to mount a horse and quickly gallop in the direction of Cheng Wang Fu.
He Heng looked in the direction that Ming He left in and raised his head to look at the sky. His brow furrowed as he commented: "The weather doesn't look very good. The fog has come down so early. We have to hurry back to the manor."
Qian Chang Xin went forward to close the curtain of the carriage that He Heng was sitting in. He turned his head and gave the guard driving the carriage a look, indicating for him to hurry.
The horse carriage stomped out of the city gate. The fog had gradually thickened and even the sky looked gloomy. From time to time, there would be gusts of cold wind blowing. Qian Chang Xin touched his arm and took a deep breath. This spring chill was too strong. Today was much colder than the previous few days.
He carefully looked ahead and suddenly saw movement in the bushes beside him. He immediately signaled for the carriage to stop. Before the carriage came to a complete stop, he stood in front of the curtain and screamed, "Protect the Emperor!"
In the misty weather, this scream caused the guards to tremble uncontrollably. By the time they reacted, they saw nearly twenty men holding knives jump out of the bushes. Without a word, they chopped at the wang ye's carriage.
From time to time, arrows would fly out from the woods. Fortunately, the interior of the carriage was lined with iron and copper, and Qian Chang Xin was able to close the door in time, so all the arrows landed outside the carriage. However, there was still one arrow that quickly pierced into the carriage the moment Qian Chang Xin closed the door.
"Quick, protect wang ye," Qian Chang Xin pulled out the large knife on the back of the horse pulling the carriage to prevent the assassins from rushing to the side of the carriage.
The guards knew that if something really happened to the Prince, they wouldn't be able to live anymore. They could only grit their teeth and fight. If they didn't die, then they would have endless blessings. If they died, then they would be loyal to their master.
Because no one had expected that someone would be so daring as to assassinate a wang ye on the main road, He Heng didn't have many guards with him. As time passed, he gradually became at a disadvantage.
Commander Sun felt that he must have offended the Tai Sui this year. He was just taking the Imperial Guards to patrol the Jing suburbs and they encountered an assassination attempt. The one who was assassinated was His Highness Duan Wang. When he saw the scene, his eyes almost popped out and he hurriedly called for his subordinates to help.
The assassins hadn't expected that the Imperial Guards that only liked to patrol the city would appear here. After a pause, they all retreated. The only thing left were the corpses that had been killed by the guards.
"Wei chen was late to rescue the Emperor. May I ask if His Highness Duan Wang is injured?" Commander Sun saw the assassins retreat and waved his hand for his subordinates to continue the chase. He himself jumped off his horse and knelt on one knee in front of He Heng's carriage.
Qian Chang Xin also got off the carriage and knelt in front of the carriage: "This one is useless and has frightened wang ye."
The door in front of the carriage slowly opened. He Heng walked out under everyone's fearful and worried gazes. Qian Chang Xin looked at his right sleeve that was dyed red with blood and was so frightened that his legs softened: "Wang ye, you're injured?!"
When Commander Sun heard the words, the sweat on his forehead instantly flowed down. He raised his head to look and saw that Duan Wang's left sleeve was already dyed red with blood. His right hand was holding an arrow with streaks of blood.
"It's just a scratch, it didn't injure the bones." Finishing, he handed the arrow to Qian Chang Xin, "This arrow was left behind by the assassins when they injured ben wang. I hope it will be of help to Commander Sun."
Commander Sun took the arrow from Qian Chang Xin's hand. He found that it was a very normal arrow. The arrowhead was made from normal metal and there wasn't anything special about the feathers on the tail.
"Please, wang ye, don't worry. Wei chen will investigate the matter thoroughly," Finishing, Commander Sun ordered his subordinates to carry away the corpses on the ground. He also picked up the broken swords and sabers and the scattered arrows, hoping to find clues from these things.
At this time, Ming He had just arrived from the city when he found that wang ye had been attacked by an assassin and was wounded. He could only turn his horse and go to the Imperial Hospital to find a taiyi.
After Commander Sun left, He Heng let his subordinates do a simple dressing of his wounds. He announced to the crowd: "Today, everyone present has been rewarded according to their contributions. Ben wang being able to retreat unharmed today is all due to everyone's efforts."
The guards all bowed in thanks. Their hearts were slightly hotter. Wang ye hadn't punished them for being wounded by an assassin, but had given them rewards. At least they hadn't wasted their lives in this fight.
When He Heng sat back on the carriage, he covered his wounds. There wasn't any fear or anger on his face after being attacked by an assassin.
Climbing out of the hot spring, Qu Qing Ju changed into a new dress. She strangely felt a chill on her back. She walked out of the inner room and asked Mu Jin and the others who were guarding outside: "Has wang ye returned to the manor?"
"Wang fei, I haven't heard any reports from the subordinates," Mu Jin saw that wang fei's hair was still loose and the ends were dripping water. She took a cotton towel and started to wipe Qu Qing Ju. Just as she wiped a few times, she saw Huang Yang hurriedly walk in. Seeing her drying her hair, he hesitated before saying: "Wang fei, nucai heard that wang ye was attacked by an assassin and just returned to the manor."
"Attacked by an assassin?!" Qu Qing Ju raised her voice. She stood and ordered: "Come with me to take a look." Finishing, she hurried out the door.
Mu Jin stilled and then threw the cotton towel to one side. She picked up a sandalwood comb and followed. Wang fei's hair was still dripping water. If she went out like this, it wouldn't be good if the servants saw.
Qu Qing Ju was very clear that a person like He Heng couldn't be easily wounded. But the road from the city gate to the manor was a main road. What kind of person would have the courage and daring to choose this kind of place to carry out an assassination?
"Wang ye, wang fei is here." Just as Qian Chang Xin's voice landed, He Heng saw Qu Qing Ju walk in from outside. He saw that she was only wearing a simple wide-sleeved water-blue girdle. Her hair was carelessly spread behind her. It didn't seem to have been dried.
"Wang ye, how are you?" Qu Qing Ju walked in front of He Heng. She saw him sitting peacefully in front of the table. The light-colored robe he had worn in the morning had been changed into a soft blue silk robe. His left arm was still wrapped in a white muslin.
"Nothing, sit over here," He patted the seat beside him, indicating for Qu Qing Ju to sit next to him.
After Qu Qing Ju sat down, her gaze stayed on his wound. It was just that the white muslin covered the wound: "Everything was fine, why would an assassin appear? Who would be so daring?" Finishing, she furrowed her brows and asked, "How is the wound, has the taiyi been called?"
"Nothing serious, just a graze from the arrowhead," He Heng smiled, "The taiyi will be here soon."
As he spoke, Ming He came in with the taiyi. Seeing wang fei's disheveled hair, he first stilled and then reacted. He bowed and announced: "Wang ye, wang fei, the Grand Doctor has arrived."
"Wei chen greets wang ye, wang fei." The Grand Doctor was over fifty years old but was very energetic. He saw that wang ye and wang fei were sitting very close and instantly understood. The rumors outside said that Duan Wang and his wife had a good relationship. He had originally thought it was just a rumor, but looking at it today, it really was the case.
"Yuanzhu, please stand. Take a look at ben wang's wound so that wang fei doesn't have to worry," He Heng stretched out his left arm, smiling faintly as he said, "Don't purposefully exaggerate."
"Yes," The yuanzhu carefully opened the white muslin covering the wound. He saw that the wound on Duan Wang's wrist was very long. It really did look like a graze from the arrowhead. It looked very frightening, but it hadn't reached the bones.
Qu Qing Ju inhaled sharply. She watched as the taiyi skillfully cleaned the bloodstains on the wound. Then he started to apply medicine and wrap the wound.
"Wang ye, your wound might not have reached the bones, but the wound is very large. You need to rest for a while and you can't touch water in the next few days." Remembering that wang ye's main purpose for this villa was to soak in the hot spring, the yuanzhu felt some sympathy for the other.
Why Duan Wang had been assassinated, and who had ordered it, to him, it wasn't important. What was important was that he didn't get dragged into it. After the yuanzhu finished everything, he stood to bid farewell.
Ming He personally saw him out and gave him a lot of money: "Yuanzhu daren, do you think that wang ye's wound should quietly rest for a few days?"
Quiet and peaceful?
The yuanzhu paused and then smiled, replying: "Of course it should quietly rest for a few days. Wang ye is usually very busy and probably won't have much free time in the next few days."
"This one understands. Thank you, yuanzhu daren. Daren, please." Ming He bowed and then smiled as he made an inviting gesture.
"Ming gonggong doesn't have to be so courteous, there's no need to send me off. Goodbye." The yuanzhu returned half a bow before smiling as he sat on the mule cart and left the villa.
Ming He looked at the mule cart that was moving further away. After a laugh, he turned to return to Yu Yun Lou.
"Aiya, I came out with my hair down like that?" Qu Qing Ju suddenly stood up from the stool. She held the ends of her hair as she hurriedly said, "Wang ye, I'm going to the inner room." She turned and muttered, "So embarrassing."
He Heng thought about her state just now and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
In the inner room, Qu Qing Ju frowned slightly. There seemed to be something wrong with this matter.
However, the details determined success or failure. She had hurriedly come with her dripping hair to show concern for He Heng. This concern, could it be considered sincere?
Thinking about that hideous wound, Qu Qing Ju frowned. Then she thought, these assassins were really stupid. There wasn't any poison on the arrows. Bye bye, they wasted such a good chance.
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