The mourning hall was set up in the Han Palace, and Rong Qianzhi asked Lan'er to call Wangyue up and prepare to return to the palace.

Lan'er had red eyes, covered her mouth, twisted her chubby body and ran to the door of Wangyue's dormitory. She pushed open the door, stumbled in, and cried, "Wangyue, Wangyue, get up quickly, Prince, something happened to the prince!"

Wangyue was vigil last night. It was not yet noon. He was sleeping in a daze. He slowly opened his sleepy eyes, sat up, rubbed his eyes, looked at Lan'er and asked, "What did you say?"

"The prince has passed away!" Lan'er said again.

Wangyue felt a rumbling sound in his mind. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, jumped off the bed, grabbed Lan'er's shoulder with both hands and shook it hard: "What are you talking nonsense!"

At this time, Wangyue's always cute face showed a fierce look. He was the god in his heart. He would never allow anyone to curse him like this, even Lan'er would not do it!

"I didn't say nonsense!" Lan'er cried: "It's true. The lady asked me to call you. The emperor and several adults have just arrived. They discussed setting up the mourning hall in the royal palace. The lady asked us to prepare and go back to the royal palace later."

Wangyue let go of Lan'er's shoulders, his eyes were dull, and he murmured to himself: "You lied to me, you lied to me, I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" After that, he didn't bother to put on his shoes, rushed out of the room like a madman and ran towards Gong Mohan's yard.

After entering the yard, Wangyue saw Pofeng Tianxing and the secret guards in the yard knelt on the ground. Everyone looked sad. He felt nervous and rushed to Pofeng and asked, "Pofeng, what are you doing, where are you?"

Pofeng's eyes were covered with blood. He closed his eyes in pain and said hoarsely: "You are leaving."

Upon hearing this, Wangyue staggered, he took a step back, he shook his head vigorously, his voice a little hysterical: "Impossible, you are all lying to me, impossible!"

He took a few heavy breaths and rushed into Gong Mohan's room. Pofeng was worried and followed him in. Wangyue saw Rong Qianzhi standing beside the bed in white clothes, and their master was also lying straight on the bed in white clothes. He paused, his heart pounding.

"Master!" He took a deep breath, rushed over, reached out to Gong Mohan's nose, his face turned pale, his hands froze in the air, and his mind was blank.

My Lord is really leaving...

No!

Wangyue shook her head vigorously, took two steps back, tears gushed out, and he opened his mouth and felt a burst of suffocation.

After a while, he suddenly looked at Rong Qianzhi and asked, "Princess, I was fine last night, why did I just do it today..." At this moment, the heartbroken Rong Qianzhi had slowly calmed down. She had already thought about what happened last night. Gong Mohan had always had strong self-control. His behavior last night was extremely abnormal, as if someone had been given medicine. She did not answer Wangyue immediately, but looked at it.

Asked Pofeng, "Pofeng, how did the injury on Brother Mohan's shoulder come from?" Last night, Rong Qianzhi had already found Gong Mohan's shoulder injury, but she couldn't take care of it at that time. At the beginning of today, she didn't think about it. Later, there was something wrong with Gong Mohan. She only wanted to die and didn't care about him. At this time, she felt intuition

Gong Mohan's abnormal behavior must be related to the wound on his shoulder.

"I was injured by Hua Mu." Pofeng told Rong Qianzhi about Gong Mohan's injury. "It seems that there is something wrong with Hua Mu's sword. The sword should have been medicine. Hua Mu used the sword to stab Brother Mohan's body. The medicine entered Brother Mohan's body. The medicine was used last night, and Brother Mohan became abnormal." As he spoke, Rong Qianzhi's hands slowly clenched into a slightest.

With her fist, she didn't have to guess that the person must be Baili Wuchen!

She didn't cry anymore, and a pair of red eyes flashed with a burning light. Baili Wuchen, she must tear him to pieces!

Hearing this, Pofeng and Wangyue already understood that it was Baili Wuchen who killed their master, and they must help him avenge him!

The news of Gong Mohan's old disease suddenly died soon spread throughout the streets and alleys of the capital. Many people ran around and told each other and cried bitterly.

Oh my God, their prince, so young and so brave, left like this!

As for the cause of Gong Mohan's death, it was also the result of discussion between the Duke of Qin and others. Gong Mohan is the prince of the war in the hearts of the people. They can put the overall situation first and not investigate the cause of Gong Mohan's death in detail, but they must give the people an explanation so that they can block their mouths.

...For more than ten days, Ning Wanxin has been living in a farmer outside the city to recover from his injuries. Ning Fei has disappeared since helping Ning Wanxin take the tendons and veins. Ning Wanqing is taking care of Ning Wanxin carefully. Today, Ning Wanxin's injury has almost healed and martial arts have recovered.

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At this time, Ning Wanxin was practicing sword in the yard as usual, and saw Ning Wanqing carrying a basket into the yard, with nothing in the basket.

In order to help Ning Wanxin recover as soon as possible, Ning Wanqing would go to the market every day to buy some things that are beneficial to the body to help Ning Wanxin replenish it. In order to make Ning Wanxin happy, Ning Wanxin would show Ning Wanxin the things she bought like a treasure every time she came back.

But looking at Ning Wanqing, who was obviously different from usual, Ning Wanxin put away her sword, met her, and asked, "Wanqing, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

Ning Wanqing seemed to be frightened by Ning Wanxin. She hurriedly raised her head, pulled a smile from the corner of her mouth, and said, "I'm fine, what can happen to me."

Ning Wanxin knew that Ning Wanqing was lying at a glance. She looked dark and said, "Say, what happened!"

Ning Wanqing swallowed her saliva, looked at Ning Wanxin for a moment before saying, "Sister, if I say it, you must be calm, okay?"

Ning Wanxin frowned: "Don't worry, I must be calmer than you, you said."

Ning Wanqing curled her lips and said seriously: "Sister, Prince Han is dead."

"What?!" Ning Wanxin thought she had heard it wrong, so she widened her eyes: "Say it again!"

"Prince Han is dead, it is said that the old disease died suddenly..." Ning Wanqing looked at Ning Wanxin worriedly and slowly closed her mouth.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Ning Wanxin shook her head vigorously: "Who did you hear? How could a man like Gong Mohan die?"
Chapter completed!