Red Mansion: I relied on the AFK system to create a dynasty

According to Pang Jun's recollection, he heard someone talking during morning exercises, saying that the third prince went to practice martial arts every morning and seemed to have extraordinary skills. He seemed to be the most skilled in martial arts among the current princes.

Others retorted, saying that princes generally practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies, so why not go to the battlefield?Therefore, even if the third prince can compare with other princes, he will definitely not be able to compare with them, veteran soldiers who have experienced in the military and have seen blood.

Another person was dissatisfied, saying that the princes were well-fed, slept well, had meat every meal, and had all kinds of good teachers to teach them, so their martial arts skills must be better than those of wild men like them.

Some people sneered and said that these princes and grandsons were really lucky. They didn't work hard and didn't know how to eat, but they had to work hard to get a higher status.

The others chatted away and compared Cen Mingche with other young generals, and came to the conclusion that if he had not been a prince, he might not even be as good as a young general in the army.

Pang Jun felt something was wrong when he heard it. He wanted to see who was talking nonsense, but he turned around and saw no one at all.

He kept muttering in his heart, and later he secretly observed Cen Mingche, and felt that the third prince's martial arts must be pretty good, so he thought of having a spar with Cen Mingche in public, so that people would know that the third prince was really extraordinary in martial arts, not just Relying on status.

who knew...

Hearing Pang Jun tell the whole story, Pang Rui's face turned red and he said, "You...you idiot! You don't use your brain to do things! Can't you tell me in advance? You make your own decisions! You have shallow ideas! Nonsense, nonsense!”

"If His Highness hadn't seen the opportunity quickly and had great skills, your father and I would have experienced the pain of losing a son today!"

Cen Mingche picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said comfortingly: "Dudu Pang, I think the person behind this is trying to sow discord between you and Duke Li Guo's Mansion - whether it's me who is injured or Mr. Pang who is injured. Yeah, it’s inevitable that both of us will have some knots in our hearts.”

Besides, those three crossbow arrows were all aimed at people's vital points, and their fundamental purpose was to kill people.

It's just that the person behind him underestimated Cen Mingche's skill and allowed him to break the situation.

"Please ask Governor Pang to investigate carefully and find out what's going on. After all, I'm just a guest. It's not good to get too involved."

Cen Mingche said politely.

"Thanks to His Highness's trust, I will get to the bottom of this matter!"

Pang Rui gritted his teeth and said.

In his territory, people even plotted against him, and even almost got a son into his life - Pang Rui hated this guy who secretly took action!

Not to mention that the third prince was involved in this matter, and he had to give the royal family an explanation. Let's just say that this person had almost danced in his face. If he despised him like this, he had to dig out this rat that was causing trouble in the gutter!

It's not that Cen Mingche doesn't want to investigate on his own, but he knows whose territory this is, and intervening in the army without permission is a taboo for his emperor father.

Anyway, Pang Rui is a member of Duke Li, and the entire Duke Li's mansion is under the influence of Cen Mingche. It would be the same if it were left to Pang Rui to investigate.

Pang Rui couldn't sit still anymore, and the two of them exchanged a few words, then took his simple-minded son to check himself.

Cen Mingche breathed a long sigh of relief and rubbed his wrists.

To play with hidden weapons, you need not only strength, but also flexibility. You must have an "inch of strength" in your hands to provide explosive power, so that the hidden weapons can be fired accurately and steadily.

The iron eyebrow-leveling stick he played before was still too heavy, which was not conducive to the maintenance of his hands.

What weapon should be used as a cover for a hidden weapon?

Cen Mingche didn't think about the outcome for the moment, so he put the matter aside for the time being and discussed it later.

Before finishing a cup of tea, Thuja hurried in again and reported some not-so-good news.

Someone is sick, very sick, and almost dying.

This man is still a young man.

It was none other than the concubine of the Shi family who had said that he wanted to be loyal to Cen Mingche.

"Oh?"

Cen Mingche relaxed his hands lightly, and the lid of the cup collided with the mouth of the cup, making a "click" sound.

"Have you had the imperial doctor look at it? What's going on?"

"I've had a fever since last night. I asked the imperial doctor to prescribe medicine at that time. After drinking it, I felt a little better."

"After sleeping all night, the boy found that his fever was getting worse in the morning. Drinking the doctor's prescription had no effect. In the afternoon, he was still groggy."

"The imperial doctor was frightened. He was afraid that something was wrong, so he immediately asked the medicine boy to report it."

Cen Mingche sighed tiredly and straightened his sleeves.

"Let's go, call the two imperial doctors, and take a closer look at what's going on."

Judging by his complexion, Mr. Shi is not a weak person. How could he become so weak after a single illness?

Arriving at Mr. Shi's tent, as soon as he lifted the curtain, he was greeted by the hot smell of medicine. An imperial physician was sitting at the table with a serious expression, and there was a boy serving him beside the bed.

"How are people?"

The imperial doctor said with a bitter face: "Your Highness, this subordinate is incompetent."

When the boy heard this, he couldn't help sobbing.He knelt on the ground with a bang and cried: "Please, Your Highness, please save my young master!"

Yabai scolded: "How presumptuous! My Highness is not a panacea, how can he save your young master? Birth, old age, illness and death are all destiny, what are you doing here crying and crying!"

The boy was so frightened that he covered his mouth, but he still kowtowed as hard as he could.

Cen Mingche sighed and said, "That's all, after all, I was the one who brought him to Liaodong."

After saying that, he walked to the bed and sat down. He secretly put his hand on Mr. Shi's wrist and looked at his face carefully.

Oh, what kind of disease is this?It’s simply poisoning!

Thinking of the unsatisfactory eldest son of the Shi family, and then looking at the bastard of the Shi family who was willing to endure hardships to follow, Cen Mingche seemed to understand something in his heart.

I'm afraid it's another family fight.

The legitimate son has no future, and the legitimate mother can't stand the concubine who wants to get ahead. Even if he seizes an opportunity to get ahead, she will destroy it, or even kill him.

How they fight within the Shi family has nothing to do with Cen Mingche.He only cares about whether all the young men he brought out can go back alive and whole.

However, imperial doctors are not just freeloaders. They could not cure the disease in the past because they only thought about wind and cold and prescribed medicine that was not right for the disease. Naturally, it was not curable.

Cen Mingche called two imperial doctors to reveal his guess.

The two imperial doctors were used to dirty things. They immediately adjusted the prescription and drank two doses of medicine. Mr. Shi spit out a mouthful of black blood and woke up just like that.

His servant cried with joy.

"Ahem... Thank you, thank you so much for your life-saving grace, Your Highness, Third Highness. I am willing to pick up the knotted grass in my hand, lead the horse and kick it, to repay His Highness."

Cen Mingche smiled slightly and did not agree. He only asked him to rest for a few days without participating in training, and then left.

"Sir, we will be protected by someone from now on."

The boy helped Mr. Shi lie down with tears in his eyes.

Mr. Shi smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The Third Highness is not protecting me, but if I die here, I will cause trouble for him. For someone like me who can't even save his own life, what can be worthy of His favor? "

The boy also started to frown.

What he didn't see was that his master's expression gradually became resolute.