The Eighth Prince didn't know what Cen Gang was thinking, and he was in poor condition now, was listless, and his observation skills were not as good as usual. He sneered, "This time I didn't get the bitch Wu Yuanyuan, but I got two maids in the Wu Mansion. It's really unlucky!"

Cen Gang was so angry that he was even more fortunate that he had concealed the truth.

The prince even felt unlucky when he was a maid in the witch's mansion. If he knew that the two old fat women in brothels had the spring breeze of him and he would not have strangled him to death on the spot?

He endured the caution and was eager to change the subject, so he quickly reminded him, "Prince, Wu Yuanyuan ignores the ranks and inferiors, and hurts you first. Last night, Wu Guanting deliberately obstructed his subordinates and refused to let the maids save the prince. He was really unpredictable. Prince, we must not refuse to avenge this grudge!"

The Eighth Prince's face was indeed gloomy when he heard it. He thought to himself what his identity was. Being able to accompany him was a blessing for those little women in his previous life. Wu Guanting dared to obstruct him? Then he said gloomyly, "You tell me the situation last night in detail."

Cen Gang naturally dared not hide it, and also told him about his suspicion of Zhuo Mufeng's attention, and added fire to the point of despicable expressions of the people in the Sanjiang League.

Who would have thought that after hearing his words, the Eighth Prince suddenly looked at him coldly and roared, "You've made a big deal? Tell me, how many people in the witch house are informed!"

In a rage, the Eighth Prince was furious and choked blood. He always cherished his feathers and regarded fame as as important as his life. Who knew that Cen Gang was so stupid that he would not steal a woman secretly? He actually went to negotiate with the witch mansion. Is he not embarrassed enough?

At this moment, he had the urge to kill Cen Gang with one knife. But thinking that the other party was the emperor's brother. If he killed the other party, it was hard to guarantee that the emperor would not think that he had an idea and had to force himself to endure it. It was so angry that his liver and kidneys hurt.

As his throat swayed, another mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing the chest of new clothes red, and the person fell back weakly.

"Prince!"

Cen Gang shouted, and no matter whether he was usurped or not, he quickly carried the prince who was about to lose his strength to the bed, fed him the pill, and pushed the palace to heal his wounds.

After panting for a while, the Eighth Prince finally recovered. He had red eyes and lay on the bed, glaring in a hurry. Cen Gang was wondering if the other party did it on purpose, but there was no evidence.

Cen Gang only thought that the prince blamed him, so scared that he sweated coldly. After he finished the merit, he knelt down and begged for mercy. The Eighth Prince sneered secretly, "What a pretender, I must be very proud of me, I dare not kill you."

The so-called "beating a dog depends on the owner, the Eighth Prince has no choice but to do anything to Cen Gang. Thinking of what happened last night, he was injured and even his reputation might be hit. It was thanks to Wu Yuanyuan and Zhuo Mufeng, and a raging flame ignited in his heart, which made his handsome face twist.

He shouted, "Hurry, write a secret letter to me, write down all the things that happened here, and send them to the imperial city in a hurry for your Majesty to decide!"

"Subordinate to obey the order!"

Cen Gang was waiting for this sentence. He was ecstatic when he heard this. He didn't knock his head. He immediately stood up and ran to the desk to grind and write. The afflictions accumulated last night seemed to be vented on the letter paper through pen and ink. Thinking of the people in the Wu Mansion, especially Zhuo Mufeng's miserable end, there was an extremely happy and cruel smile on his lips.

After finishing writing it in one go, I read it again by myself, and Cen Gang respectfully handed it to the Eighth Prince for a look.

The latter took it and glanced at it, and took it for granted that his every move must have been secretly reported to the Emperor of Eastern Zhou by Cen Gang, sneering, "The literary talent is good. It seems that Commander Cen has done a lot of such things."

Cen Gang didn't know about this. He just thought that the prince was still angry and was in a state of shame.

"Why are you standing there? Why don't you go quickly!" The Eighth Prince was unhappy and threw the letter out.

Cen Gang hurriedly held it and was about to go out, but he heard a roar behind him, turned his head and saw the Eighth Prince tossing and turning on the bed, with a painful expression, and kept scratching his whole body with both hands.

It is hard to imagine what kind of torture it was. The powerless Eighth Prince grabbed blood marks on his body, but it still did not stop and grabbed deep into the blood marks, as if he wanted to tear his flesh and blood.

"Prince, what are you doing?" Cen Gang was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. Seeing that the prince did not stop, he quickly clicked on his acupoint.

But in just a moment, blue veins bulged on the surface of the Eighth Prince's skin, and blue veins bulged from time to time, as if something was wandering around quickly inside.

The Eighth Prince couldn't move and made a more miserable scream than last night. He almost competed with the eunuch and shouted, "Unlock the acupoints, unlock the acupoints quickly..."

The guards outside heard the movement and rushed in one after another. Seeing this, they all stayed in place, all of them looking frightened.

Cen Gang was in a dilemma, afraid that the prince would destroy himself if he could untie the acupoints, but he also took the prince's majesty and dared not disobey. His face was really changing.

The strange and terrifying situation that happened to the prince made him feel regretful for the first time. If he had known this, he would have been more carefree than being in the world, at least he would not have to worry about the head falling to the ground.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry..." The Eighth Prince's face turned blue and purple, his voice was extremely hoarse, and he wanted to swallow Cen Gang alive.

Cen Gang was sweating all over his body when he suddenly saw the bulge on the Eighth Prince's skin gradually fading away, the muscles on his face also relaxed, and he collapsed on the bed, gasping heavily, and looked like he was relieved, and he quickly untied his acupoints.

The Eighth Prince just bared his teeth, and the extreme pain began to surge in the place where he scratched him. He seemed to have been cut into pieces and started to scream again. After a while, the bed sheets were dyed scarlet. No matter how Cen Gang stopped it, it would be useless to treat it.

When the guards were almost dying, the Eighth Prince finally calmed down, but he had exhausted too much energy and lost too much blood, so he fell into a coma.

Cen Gang hurriedly took out the porcelain bottle again, stuffed all the pills inside into the mouth of the Eighth Prince, and used his power for a while. After the injury stabilized, he wiped his sweat.

"You are waiting outside the yard, and you will immediately inform Wu Guanting and find me the best doctor in the city. If the prince has a good time, everyone will clean their necks!"

The guards who were unruly in charge of the six gods took the order and Cen Gang took the letter. If this happened, he had no intention of delivering the letter for the time being.

After a while, Bian He, the first miracle doctor of the Sanjiang League, walked in with a medicine box on his back, and followed Wu Guanting and Zhuo Mufeng. It was related to the safety of the prince, Cen Gang didn't have time to pay attention to the two of them and ordered Bian He to treat them at all costs.

"Commander Cen, no one can save the prince except me." A line of voice came into Cen Gang's ears. Cen Gang suddenly looked at Zhuo Mufeng, who smiled faintly at him, and everything was silent.

"You better not make a name for yourself, otherwise I won't be able to survive. If the prince is about to die, you have to be buried with him. If you don't believe it, you can gamble." Zhuo Mufeng added another sentence.

Cen Gang really didn't dare to act rashly. He was just now suspicious that the prince had been secretly attacked. Now it seems that it was indeed Zhuo Mufeng's trick, this damn bastard!

Seeing Zhuo Mufeng transmitting the voice in front of him, Wu Guanting seemed to sense the fluctuations and looked at him in confusion. Cen Gang guessed that Wu Guanting should not know, but he felt cruel in his heart, intending to cure the prince and take the Sanjiang League in one fell swoop.

Bian He was not aware of it, and he was really focused on treating the Eighth Prince. However, the old miracle doctor seemed to have encountered a problem, frowned, exploring here, touching there, stroking his white beard and pondering without saying a word.

"What's going on? If the old guy delays the prince's life, he will definitely be killed!" Cen Gang said anxiously.

Due to the other party's identity, Bian He did not dare to lose his temper. The poison on the Eighth Prince was unprecedented. After a diagnosis, he still could not find an effective solution. He could only prescribe a medicine to calm his mind.

Cen Gang said coldly, "You won't join forces to harm the prince, are you?"

Bian He finally couldn't help it and stared at him, "I still have a young family. What's the benefit of harming the prince?"

Just thinking about it, even if Zhuo Mufeng and Wu Guanting were too ill, the people below were foolish and took the prescription half-believingly.

Zhuo Mufeng's voice sounded in his ears again, "Commander Cen, you and the prince have three days to consider. You can also invite other famous doctors to try these three days."

Until the three of them left, Cen Gang still had a blue face and said nothing. When the prince woke up, he immediately told the situation.

"Zhuo Mufeng!" The Eighth Prince clenched his fists, but he had no strength, but his expression was like a bloodthirsty beast. His connections were very imaginable, and he happened to know that an elderly old doctor lived in seclusion in Gusu City. Cen Gang invited the person back that day as if he had found a savior.

However, the result made the two of them sink to the bottom. The old doctor said that the poison he had in the prince had never heard of. He asked him if he was sure to cure it. The old doctor just shook his head, and the meaning was self-evident.

With the other party's wonderful medical skills, he felt helpless. How many people could cure the Eastern Zhou Dynasty? Perhaps the elder of the Tiandu Sect who is proficient in poisoning can do it, but the Tiandu Sect is far away in Nanwu. Even if he notifies the elder Pi who lives in the royal palace, it will take at least half a month to go back and forth.

According to Zhuo Mufeng, the Eighth Prince only has three days.

The Eighth Prince didn't believe in evil and wanted to hold on, but after an hour, the poison on his body was reappeared. The indescribable feeling of pain was like millions of ants crawling, suffering unimaginable outsiders.

When he woke up for the second time, thinking about the torture he suffered next, the Eighth Prince was finally scared and said angrily, "Come the dog bastard with the surname Zhuo!"

Cen Gang quickly left as he said. After only a short moment, the two of them pushed the door and entered. From this we can see that Cen Gang really used the fastest speed in his life.

"Prince, why are you so haggard after not seeing each other for a day? Are you okay?" Zhuo Mufeng asked in a surprise and pretended to behave.

The Eighth Prince smiled grimly and said, "Zhuo Mufeng, please pretend to be garlic for me. Tell me, what are the conditions you have?"
Chapter completed!