Miracle Doctor Little Sweet Wife Dressed as a Prince

Chapter 125 The Real Murderer

"I was followed by a maid who came down from halfway. Shan Qianqian couldn't find any good-looking human skin for a while, so she set her sights on my maid."

"In front of me, she peeled off the maidservant's face with her own hands, and fused it on her face with a Gu technique."

Recalling the scene at that time again, Lin Jinyan's face turned pale, and his stomach was overwhelmed.

Seeing that something was wrong with Lin Jinyan, Yan Shihan quickly took out a gourd bottle from his bosom, poured out a pill and handed it to him.

Lin Jinyan didn't ask what the elixir was and took it without any precautions.

Soon the body will feel better.

He took a breath, and continued, "After being reminded by you, I also began to wonder if the queen would be sent to Xidan."

Yan Jingxu frowned, and analyzed solemnly, "If the queen is sent to Xidan, then it means that the murderer who assassinated Ah Shen and set fire to the Kunning Palace and the people in Xidan colluded in private, and each took what he needed. As long as he can find the real The murderer may be able to find out the whereabouts of the empress."

Yan Shihan nodded in agreement.

"Didn't you say that the murderer was the eldest prince?" Lin Jinyan was a little confused.

"Do you really believe that the murderer is the eldest prince?" Yan Shihan looked at him with a half-smile.

Lin Jinyan pursed her lips, "If you want to make it more complicated, the eldest prince is both a murderer and a knife."

"Now that the knife is broken, the people behind the scenes will find another one." Yan Shihan lowered his eyes, feeling that he was already in an indistinct mess, dark waves were surging, and everyone was in danger.

The three of them were silent, their bodies swaying gently with the carriage.

"Eldest Prince, Crown Prince, Miss, you are at the residence." Chun Yu whispered outside the curtain of the car.

"Let's go." Yan Shihan lifted the curtain.

Lord Zhuang is not in the house, only Zhuang Pengpeng is in the house.

When he saw Yan Shihan, his eyes burst into an astonishing light.

"Han'er, you are here, but is there a way?"

Yan Shihan smiled and nodded.

Zhuang Pengpeng's nose was sore, and his eyes quickly turned red.

As soon as she flicked her clothes, she was about to kneel down to Yan Shihan.

Yan Shihan quickly stopped him.

"What are you doing? Do you want to shorten my life?"

"Han'er." Zhuang Pengpeng's eyes trembled, and tears fell, "My father and I are very grateful to you for saving my mother. From now on, no matter whether you go up the mountain of swords or down into the sea of ​​fire, just let me do it! I have no complaints!"

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

His mother's serious illness made Zhuang Pengpeng weep with grief, such a filial son, how could God be willing to let him have no mother.

Yan Shihan was moved, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Zhuang Pengpeng, asking him to wipe his tears, "Aren't we friends? It's normal for friends to help each other, you don't have to do this."

"Han'er~"

Zhuang Pengpeng's eyes were full of tears. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

"Okay, don't be a mother-in-law, let's go and see Aunt Zhuang." Yan Jingxu stepped forward and patted Zhuang Pengpeng on the shoulder.

"Ok!"

As long as Mrs. Zhuang can be saved, Yan Shihan will try her best to save her.

As a human being, she just wanted to be a good person.

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After a few days, I came to Zhuang Mansion again.

The black air lingering in Mrs. Zhuang's yard is getting thicker and thicker.

Yan Shihan looked with clairvoyant eyes, and the sunny weather turned out to be gloomy, like the prelude to a storm.

It seems that this matter must be reported to Emperor Dongchu.

Mrs. Zhuang was lying on the bed, her face paler and paler.

But the most important thing is that Yan Shihan saw black energy in her.

　Ask for tickets, ask for tickets, ask for tickets~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)