Jun Qingli nodded, "It's just a matter of one meeting. I didn't expect him to give me such an important thing."

"Maybe, he has taken a fancy to the second prince's identity and is invincible."

Jun Qingli thought about it for a moment and immediately understood, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Although I don't care about the world and do not involve party disputes, my father may not believe me."

"Indeed." Jun Qinghan nodded.

"Murrong, you came to Jingzhou this time, actually for this case."

Jun Qinghan nodded, "Since I have taken over the case of County Magistrate Meng, I will investigate it to the end."

"You are a bit like the Anping King back then."

"The second prince praised it. I just followed my father's last wish."

Jun Qingli smiled warmly, "I believe in you."

Jun Qinghan held his black eyes and briefly said the two headless corpses, pursed his lips and said, "Now that I have found this, I wonder if the second prince is willing to do me a favor."

"you say."

...

"Squeak..."

As the door opened, Jun Qinghan and Jun Qingli walked out together.

In the sun, Jun Qinghan's iron face is like ice, with a cold breath.

Jun Qingli, who was standing beside him, slowly pushing the wheelchair, his face became a little pale, his skin was almost transparent, as if he was a gentle young man walking out of the painting.

"Qiubai, come here."

"master."

"Come here and help me push the wheelchair."

Qiu Bai was slightly stunned and walked over with some confusion.

Don’t his prince usually push him himself? Why did he let him push him today?

"Murong, let's talk about it again next day." Before leaving, Jun Qingli's mouth filled with a smile.

"Okay." Jun Qinghan personally sent him out.

Su Qingran saw the two of them and hurriedly followed them, "Why didn't the Second Prince sit for a long time? Are you leaving now?"

Jun Qingli leaned in the wheelchair and did not answer, his eyes half closed, as if he was asleep.

Qiubai was the first to notice something was wrong and hurriedly called out, "Master?"

Jun Qingli still didn't answer, and a drop of cold sweat suddenly rolled down from his forehead.

Qiu Bai's face changed immediately. He immediately walked around to the wheelchair and shook it gently, "Master, wake up quickly..."

Seeing this, Su Qingran immediately stepped forward two steps, looked at Jun Qingli's pale face, and asked worriedly, "Did he have had a bone poison attack?"

"Bone poison?" Qiu Bai frowned, "Master said that the bone poison has not occurred for a long time now, why is it so sudden?"

"He doesn't want you to worry, he lied to you!" Su Qingran hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his arms to wipe Jun Qingli's sweat, and then told Qiubai, "Push him back to the room and carry him to the couch. It should be better for him to lie down."

"Okay, I'll push my master into the room now. The master has never been able to sit for too long, so why did I forget it today?" Qiubai pushed and blamed himself.

Su Qingran followed him worriedly, but was stopped by Jun Qinghan, "Don't forget your identity."

"The Second Prince and I are friends. Last time I helped him massage. At this time, if you help him rub the joints, he will be much better." Su Qingran said as she went straight to the room.

Jun Qinghan looked at Su Qingran's back and his face was slightly dark.

Immediately, he called Uncle Wu, "The Second Prince was not feeling well, so go find a doctor."

Su Qingran entered the room, and Qiubai had already placed Jun Qingli on the couch.

The handsome cheeks of Juechen were as pale as paper at this time, and a layer of cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

Qiubai was a little busy dealing with this sudden symptom for the first time.
Chapter completed!