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The Queen handed the Ninth Prince over to him, how could he lose him?

Every six months he would ask someone to send a portrait of the Ninth Prince to the Queen, and dozens of paintings were hung in the dark room of the Queen's bedroom.

When the first painting was delivered, the Queen said that she would fill this dark room with portraits of the Ninth Prince from childhood to adulthood, until perhaps one day he could return safely to her and the Crown Prince.

But now, it's gone.

When all the bodies turned to ashes, he was still nowhere to be found.

Three children, and not a single body was found.

A month later, he seemed to have aged ten years. He returned to Daliang and knelt in front of Empress Shu: "Please spare my life, Your Majesty. I am not afraid of death, but the Ninth Prince has not been found yet. He must still be alive. I must find the Ninth Prince!"

Empress Shu burst into tears and pointed at the dark room with only twenty paintings: "Ou Jianglin, what did you promise me? You said that you would protect him and keep him safe for the rest of his life. You said that even if you died, nothing would happen to him! You would let me hang Xiao Jiuer's portraits all over this dark room. I remember every word you said."

"Your Majesty, I am guilty, but I must find the Ninth Prince! I didn't find his body, so the three of them must still be alive, they must be alive!"

"Master Ou, how can I trust you?"

He knelt there for a long time without getting up, and the Queen could no longer call him "Jiang Lin".

He searched for eleven years and covered every inch of land in Northern Jin.

During these three years, he lived a life neither human nor ghost.

Almost everyone advised him to give up, telling him that the Ninth Prince and the two children must have died long ago.

He didn't give up.

Until three months ago.

He immediately saw the man surrounded by several thugs from the restaurant.

There is a tiny birthmark on the base of His Majesty the Ninth Prince's right hand. Upon closer inspection, one can see that the birthmark is a flying dragon.

He is a natural born genius.

At that moment, he thought he would cry, but no, he was very calm, as if he had known that nothing would happen to him and he had been waiting to find him.

I haven't seen him for eleven years. He has grown so much. He looks so much like the prince. He is very tall, with an upright posture, and his eyes and eyebrows are extremely handsome.

He also recognized the two people standing next to him. One of them was Liang Tianyou, who was always scolded by the teacher for his poor academic performance, or Chen Erdan, the young grandson of General Liang.

There is also Shu Wenbo, who always mediates between the two of them, or Xie Sanmao, the legitimate son of the Duke's Mansion, the son of Empress Shu's brother, and the cousin of the Ninth Prince.

Of the six children, three survived.

Only after believing them did he realize that in the past eleven years, they had been captured by the Fourth Prince of Northern Jin, that bastard Ling Heng, and taken to Linshan, where they were trained as secret guards.

No wonder he couldn't find them!

He had someone on his hand, and he wanted to kill that bastard Ling Heng immediately.

However, the master stopped him and said that a girl had not come out safely yet.

"Hey, Master Cui, please drive slower. My old arms and legs can't stand your torture. They're about to fall apart."

"Stop talking nonsense, old man Qiao. It's 100,000 taels of silver. Do you want it? If you don't want it, you should have said it earlier. I spent so much silver to bring you here from Northern Jin."

The voices of two men, one old and one young, were heard. Ou Jianglin looked up suddenly with surprise in his eyes. What did he see?

It’s Cui Jingyu, the prince of Jing’an Marquisate in Northern Jin. Why is he here?

The next moment, when he saw the man sitting in the carriage, joy came over him like a tide.

Ou Jianglin didn't know where he got the strength from his exhausted body, he jumped up, flew over, stretched out his arms and blocked the carriage.

Cui Jingyu was startled and hurriedly reined in the horse, which stopped just an inch in front of the man.

A creature covered in blood, with dishevelled hair and a dirty face, who couldn't tell whether it was a human or a ghost, blocked their way.

Before he could ask, he saw the man fall to his knees with a thud. The sound was so loud that Cui Jingyu almost heard the sound of his kneecap breaking.

"Please, Doctor Qiao, save my master!" He kowtowed three times, banging his head hard. The blood on his forehead mixed with the mud and sweat on his hair and stuck to his face. Except for the whites of his eyes, his face was completely black with mud.

Qiao Shun's mouth trembled: "Oh my, whose child is this? Why does he look like a ghost?"

Without waiting for a reply, Cui Jingyu had already seen the densely packed corpses within a few feet in front of him. His scalp tingled, his brows furrowed, and he looked back at the ghost in front of him.

Ou Jianglin's mouth was covered with blood bubbles: "Young Marquis Cui, my master is the ninth prince of Daliang, Gu Xingyan! I am Ou Jianglin, don't you recognize me?"

Cui Jingyu hurriedly jumped out of the car, pulled the man up from the ground, lifted the hair hanging on his forehead, and carefully looked at the man in front of him who was neither human nor ghost.

He had just finished clearing out the banditry in Liangshan with Hu Zhenfang and other Hu family men, Qi Mingyuan and General Lou, when he received a letter from Gu Xingyan, asking him to help find Doctor Qiao, bring him back to Daliang, and save his brother.

Empress Shu of Daliang offered a reward of 100,000 taels of silver to a famous doctor. Qiao Shun was from Northern Jin and did not want to come to Daliang to get involved in the internal strife in Daliang, so he was forced here by him.

He had met Ou Jianglin once. This middle-aged man in his 50s had extremely sharp eyes. He looked neither human nor ghost. "Why are you here? Did Gu Xingyan go back to Daliang? Where is he?"

Ou Jianglin had no time to answer Cui Jingyu's question at the moment. Seeing that he recognized him, he shook off the hand that was pulling on his arm and looked at Qiao Shun: "Dr. Qiao, my Ninth Prince has been shot in the heart and is in danger of death. Please help him!"

When Qiao Shun heard that someone had to save a life, he didn't say anything. He got out of the car immediately and asked his granddaughter Qiao Zhenzhen to take his medicine box.

Cui Jingyu rushed over before them. The man lying on the ground was silent, with an arrow stuck in his chest. He looked around and saw that the corpses around him were vomiting black blood, which showed that the arrows were poisoned.

Qiao Shun's face changed drastically when he saw this. He said anxiously, "Girl, bring the knife. Grandfather needs to check the distance between the arrow and the heart. It's very difficult to find the right place."

The little girl carrying the medicine box hurried over and immediately handed over the small steel knife in her hand.

Qiao Shun took the small steel knife and cut open the clothes around the arrow, revealing his broad and scarred chest, his face solemn.

The archer is an expert and has very good accuracy.

It's better that the arrow is stuck in the heart at this moment, at least it has stopped the bleeding.

But here, not only are the conditions limited, but we are also on the ground, which is extremely unfavorable for treating injuries.

However, time waits for no one, so Qiao Shun checked slowly and did not dare to move without authorization.

Ou Jianglin was so anxious that sweat kept coming out of his forehead. He wanted to ask but didn't dare to disturb him.

Qiao Shun observed for a while, took his pulse, his face changed slightly, and he picked up the poison arrows scattered on the ground and checked them again. He frowned and looked at Ou Jianglin: "How could His Highness the Ninth Prince have two other poisons?"