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Hong Xiao was the first to see Murong Xiao, and hurriedly pulled Qing Yu to kneel down and salute.

Chu Zhao took back his hand, glanced over there, and said casually: "Why is the prince here again?"

"Why, can't I come?"

Murong Xiao strode towards Hanshuang, suddenly raised his foot and kicked Ah Ao to the ground.

This kick was so powerful and heavy that people were caught off guard. Aao was kicked far away. He opened his mouth and vomited a large mouthful of blood. The powder in his hand was also scattered on the floor.

"What are you doing, Your Majesty?" Chu Zhao stood up and glared at Murong Xiao with a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Murong Xiao was startled and instinctively stepped back.

But he immediately realized that this action was embarrassing, and took another step forward to approach Chu Zhao.

"What are you doing? I should ask you this." He pointed at Chu Zhao's nose and said sternly, "I only asked this slave to drive your car for you. Who allowed him to come to the backyard?"

"I asked him to come," Chu Zhao said, "I asked him to help grind the medicine, but I didn't ask him to live here. How could the prince lose such a temper?"

Murong Xiao put down his hand, still frowning: "Grind the medicine, grind it, what are you doing?"

Chu Zhao was speechless: "He was blinded by the medicinal powder. I just wiped it for him. The prince just said yesterday that he was just a child and that he was not so narrow-minded. Is this just for one day?"

"..." Murong Xiao was speechless and started to turn his black iron finger again.

"I shouldn't believe what the prince says." Chu Zhao walked up to A'ao with a disappointed look on his face, helped him sit down against the wall, and stretched out his hand to take his pulse.

Murong Xiao felt a little unreasonable and said angrily: "If you want him to come from now on, just let him come. I will not care about you."

"In the future?" Chu Zhao sneered, "This child was injured to begin with. It's unclear whether there will be a future after the prince's kick."

"Is it that serious?" Murong Xiao was doubtful.

He still wants to keep this horse slave to train his horses, and he doesn't really want him to die.

To be honest, he didn't even think of that kick just now.

Of these two people, one was as ugly as a ghost, with no hair on his head. He didn't know where he could get so angry.

"If it's really serious, let him stay with you to recuperate. How about I stop worrying about this with you in the future?" Murong Xiao compromised.

Chu Zhao was slightly surprised and looked at him with raised eyebrows: "Your Majesty, do you have something to ask me for again?"

"Watch your words!" Murong Xiao was very unhappy, "You are my wife, do I need to beg you when I ask you to do something?"

When Chu Zhao heard what he said, he knew that he had guessed correctly.

"If the prince has this attitude, I won't do this favor."

"I've betrayed you!" Murong Xiao walked over, bent down and clasped her wrist, pulled her up and left without any explanation.

"Let me go!" Chu Zhao was pulled by him and stumbled, almost falling.

Murong Xiao stopped and turned around to support her, and said in a deep voice: "Do you want me to carry you away, or do you want me to kill this kid now?"

"..."

Chu Zhao didn't want to think about either of them, so he had no choice but to follow him. Before leaving, he worriedly told A'ao: "Let the two of them help you lie down on the bed first. I'll be back as soon as I go."

The gentle tone made Murong Xiao very unhappy. He grabbed her thin wrist and pulled her whole body into his arms, picked her up by the waist, and strode away.

Chu Zhao seriously suspected that this man was ill, and that he was seriously ill.

She gave up struggling and turned to look at Aao.

The young man sat weakly against the wall, like a wounded lone wolf, staring at them intently, with a sad look in his eyes that was filled with cruelty, and was so red that it was about to bleed.

Chu Zhao's heart trembled, and he looked away silently, and was carried all the way to the bedroom in the front yard by Murong Xiao.

The front yard was where Murong Xiao handled government affairs. Women were not allowed to set foot in the front yard. Even Su Nuanyu, who was the most favored, did not dare to come over casually.

Therefore, when Murong Xiao appeared in the front yard holding Chu Zhao, everyone was shocked except Beiyuan, who was already used to it.

It has been obvious to everyone in the past six months how much the prince dislikes the princess. However, since the princess came back from the dead, the prince has to hold her no matter where he goes.

It’s okay to hug her in the backyard, but now she’s hugging her directly to the front yard.

This is the prince's bedroom!

It's broad daylight!

What is the prince doing?

Could he be able to talk about the princess's face?

"Secure it, no one is allowed in." Murong Xiao ordered Beiyuan, ignoring the strange looks from everyone, and carried Chu Zhao into the bedroom.

Beiyuan bowed in response, already able to remain expressionless.

After the door was closed, Murong Xiao put Chu Zhao down and stretched his sore arms.

Chu Zhao looked around calmly and casually asked: "Does the prince want me to sleep with him?"

"You think beautiful!"

Murong Xiao glared at her with disgust, walked straight to the back wall, and pressed it somewhere. The wall slid open to both sides silently, revealing a dark room.

"Come in." Murong Xiao shook his head and walked in first.

Chu Zhao was surprised for a moment, and then followed him into the darkroom.

The wall closed and Murong Xiao lit the ignition fold.

In the dim light, Chu Zhao saw a bloodless man lying on the bed against the wall.

"He's from the capital. He's been hit by a poisonous arrow. Save him." Murong Xiao said succinctly, lighting the candle on the bedside with a fire stick.

Chu Zhao hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked to the bed and leaned over to look at the man.