140 Is it true?

Ashana gasped, calmed down and said, "The eldest prince was assassinated in Nancheng. Because of the sudden incident, although the eldest prince avoided the key points, his left arm and shoulder were injured."

"Where are the people?"

"I just sent it back, and now it's in the room. The doctor said it was okay, but I just took a look. The eldest prince's face was quite pale, and I don't think the situation is good. Ashana looked at Lin Yarong and asked worriedly, "Madam, do you think the eldest prince is all right?"

"With the doctor, it will definitely be fine. Besides, he didn't get hurt. Look, his face is pale. It's just blood loss. Don't be too careful. Lin Yarong is just curious about how he was assassinated, which only shows that there are too many people who have offended Mojiru.

Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a long time, Ashana asked, "Madam, would you like to go and have a look?" Although she is questioning, Ashana has helped Lin Yarong prepare a cloak and can go out at any time.

She is not dead. What is she going to do? Lin Yarong didn't want to go, but Ashana seemed to say that it would be wrong if she didn't go. Lin Yarong had no choice but to say, "I'll go and have a look."

Ashana immediately helped her put on a big shawl and helped her out of the door.

Mojiru's room was a little far away from her, facing the wind and the dust coming to her face. She and Ashana stumbled to Mojiru's bedroom.

"Madam, why are you here?" Asihan, who was guarding the door, was surprised to see her.

Raising his hand and wiping his face, Lin Yarong said, "Let me see the eldest prince. is he all right?"

"The doctor is treating the eldest prince inside, madam, or... you can go back first." Axihan looked embarrassed and seemed to have something inconvenient to say.

Didn't you say it hurt your arm and shoulder? Normally, it's not too serious. Why can't you look at it? Although Lin Yarong was strange, she did not embarrass Axihan. She nodded: "Since it's inconvenient for the eldest prince now, I'll come back later."

Turning around and preparing to return to the courtyard, unfortunately, before he stepped up, he listened to Mojiru's voice from the room: "Is it Madam? Come in!"

As soon as he heard the master's words, Axihan quickly opened the door of the inner room and said respectfully, "Madam, please come in quickly."

Lin Yarong reluctantly walked in.

As soon as she entered the room, she smelled a smell of blood. She couldn't help frowning. She seemed to think of something unpleasant. Taking a deep breath, Lin Yarong slowly walked in.

Big** in the inner room, Mojiruchi. ** The upper body leaned against the head of the bed, with thick gauze bandages wrapped around the left arm and shoulders, but there was still a little blood penetrating the white cloth, which looked a little serious.

A middle-aged man in his forties was sitting by the bed and whispering something to Mojiru. Hearing the noise, the middle-aged man looked back.

This person seems to have met somewhere.

Lin Yarong was a little in a trance. There seemed to be a sense of familiarity between the middle-aged man's eyebrows, as if he had seen it somewhere, but Lin Yarong didn't remember it for a long time.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, she just frowned and seemed to be worried. Mogilu couldn't help laughing.

Waving the middle-aged man to retreat, Mojiru looked at her and asked with a smile, "Madam, what's wrong? Aren't you worried about me?"

Lin Yarong approached and looked at Mojiru for a while. His face was not very good, but he was full of anger and did not look like an injured person at all. So she said, "Who was that man just now?"

Mojiru is puzzled: "You mean..."

Is it a doctor? But looking at that, he is a little familiar, as if he is not from Wei Moguo.

Mojiru sat up straight and pulled a dress with one hand and put it on him: "D. Tian is indeed not a local. He is from the south."

So that's it. No wonder Lin Yarong feels something wrong, but even the Central Plains people in the south can't explain why she looks familiar. However, she didn't pay attention to it.

She sat down and asked with interest, "Why are you hurt?" Is it an assassin? Did you catch it?"

"Some people didn't like me, so they sent someone to assassinate. Although they didn't succeed, I have to say that these people are a little smart this time and know how to mix in the crowd and do it when I'm distracted." Mojiru looked at her and said regretfully, "It's a pity that I didn't catch anyone."

It's really a pity. Looking at Mojilu, Lin Yarong suddenly asked, "You know who did it, right?"

Mojiru raised his eyebrows: "What does this mean, madam?"

I said, you must know who planned this assassination, otherwise with your personality, you would not suddenly go to the South Gate in such a weather. I can't see anything from you that loves the people like a son.

Looking at her playfully, Mojiru didn't say anything for a long time.

Seeing that he was like this, Lin Yarong became more and more sure that Mojiru's injury was intentional.

consciously looking at his shoulder, Lin Yarong smiled and said, "Isn't the wound fake?" She is really curious about what Mojiru is doing.

Mojiru asked, "What do you think, madam? Do you want me to take it off and show it to you?"

Seeing that he was going to pull his clothes again, Lin Yarong quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, I'm just... I'm just curious. Why did you do this? Who the hell are you going to show to?

"Why don't you guess again with your wife's cleverness?"

Mojiru got up from **, got out of bed, walked around her to the table and poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to her.

This cunning man.

After taking the tea, Lin Yarong put her hand aside. She got up and looked at Mojiru, smiled, and then was ready to leave the house.

Mojiru stretched out his hand to stop her: "Madam, is this... going back?"

Lin Yarong nodded: "Since the eldest prince is fine, I'm relieved that I won't disturb your rest."

"It's really touching that madam cares about me so much." Mojiru approached her, looked at her carefully for a while, and then asked in a low voice, "Madam, don't you want to know who sent someone to assassinate me?"

Lin Yarong wanted to know, but she was very dissatisfied with Mojiru talking to her with such an attitude every time. She looked at Mojiru with a smile, and then whispered, "Prince, you don't look well. You'd better rest early." After saying that, she ignored Mojiru and went straight out.

Ashaina was talking to Asihan outside. Seeing Lin Yarong coming out, she hurriedly greeted her: "Madam, are you going back?"

"Well, since the eldest prince is fine, I don't want to affect his rest. Let's go back."

Hearing that Mojiru was fine, Ashana seemed to be relieved. She took a cloak to tie Lin Yarong, and the two went out of Mojiru's bedroom and went back to the courtyard.

Back in the room, Ashana called hot water to serve Lin Yarong's face, and then asked, "Madam, how did the eldest prince get hurt?"

"Listen to him, the assassin was mixed in the crowd of people who entered the city to avoid the sandstorm, and then took advantage of his unpreparedness. At that time, several people did it together, but in the end, the eldest prince didn't catch a single assassin."

Ashaina frowned: "Is there no one dead?"

I don't know why Ashina asked this. Lin Yarong looked up at Ashina and shook his head: "I didn't hear the eldest prince say that there were dead people. Maybe those people can't kill him for a while, and they didn't want to fight, so they ran away. You know, in such weather, it is difficult to catch those who escape.

Speaking of this, Lin Yarong thought that if she was Mojiru's enemy, she would not miss such a good opportunity as today. With the sandstorm and with the sandstorm, there is no need to deliberately plan any escape route. Even if Mojiru wants to track down afterwards, it is quite difficult.

It's just, who will it be?

Ashana pouted and sighed gently, "Madam, I don't know why, I always feel that something big is going to happen."

Lin Yarong laughed. Obviously, something big will happen. The grand prince was assassinated in full view of the public. If Mojiru dies, it will be fine, because there are many ways to cover up all the truth afterwards. But Mojiru is not dead, and no one can tell what will happen later. For those who watch the play or participate in it, some people will certainly not be too calm.

However, Mojiru still knows who is harming him. In this way, there will be more unpredictable things in Changdu City, which is no longer peaceful, but at that time, he doesn't know who will win the final victory.

Lin Yarong looked up at Ashana: "Do you think it was the second prince or the third prince?"

Ashana was shocked: "Ah, madam, why did you ask that?"

In the past, Lin Yarong would never ask Ashina such a question, but now, unlike in the past, Lin Yarong wants to bet.

"I heard that Zamkha Khan is seriously ill. Even if he recovers in the future, I'm afraid his spirit is not as good as before. I think Zamkha Khan will definitely pass the throne to a prince in the next two years. The eldest prince's ability is outstanding, but the third prince is not bad. Although the second prince is disabled, the major events in the court are decided by the second prince these days. It can be seen that the second prince is also a capable person. The three princes are all good, and it doesn't look much different from who succeeds the throne, but to be honest, the major forces represented behind the three princes must still hope that the princes they support can successfully ascend to the throne of the Great Khan, so as to ensure the interests of those people. And people can do some terrible things for the sake of desire. Killing the eldest prince and missing a person for the throne is actually something that many people are happy to see.

Ashana stared at Lin Yarong for a long time. After a long time, Ashana stammered, "But the eldest prince has such a good relationship with the third prince, and the third prince is unlikely..."

Yes, Mojiru and Dahur have a good relationship, but Khan's position is more powerful than brotherhood. In order to become a Khan on the grassland, Dahu has every reason and means to arrange all this today.

And as for Ipark, that person has a better reason.

Jealousy is actually the most terrible desire in people's hearts. wang.

If you really want to guess who will attack Mojiru, Lin Yarong will say that he is the second prince.

Only by killing Mojiru can Ipark become a big sweat.

Is it really the second prince?