Dressed as the prince's substitute? I took the throne

Yang Li looked at Zhou Chuxuan in shock and confusion, not understanding what he meant. He held the musket he had been dreaming of day and night in his hand, but suddenly felt it was a little hot.

Although he had threatened Zhou Chuxuan just now and could use force to forcibly snatch Su Qiaoer away, he still didn't dare to kill Zhou Chuxuan!

Not only because this is the capital of the Wu Dynasty, but also because of the instructions of the adult behind him, Zhou Chuxuan's life must not be harmed now.

While Yang Li was hesitating, Zhou Chuxuan slowly stepped forward, shook Yang Li's hand, and pressed the musket against his forehead: "Come on, our gambling game officially begins!"

"You, what do you want to do?" Yang Li's voice was a little hurried and flustered, and his eyes were no longer as fierce and determined as before.

Zhou Chuxuan grasped Yang Li's wrist, then gently released it, saying with a smile, "I don't know if this musket is filled with gunpowder, but you can give it a try!"

"I bet there's no gunpowder in this musket!"

"you!"

"Pull the trigger. If the musket goes off, you can blow my head off. Then, I won't be able to control what you do!" Zhou Chuxuan said with a meaningful smile, "But if the musket doesn't go off, you have to give me General Murong!"

There was a look of hesitation flashing wildly in Yang Li's eyes. Judging from the way he kept swallowing his saliva, he was very nervous. If he pulled the trigger and really blew Zhou Chuxuan's head open, he estimated that when he returned, the adult would kill him without hesitation and let someone else take his place!

However, as Zhou Chuxuan's self-defense weapon, how could this musket not be filled with gunpowder?

Su Qiao'er was also shocked by Zhou Chuxuan's behavior, and tremblingly shouted: "Prince, Qiao'er, Qiao'er is willing to return General Murong. You, you don't have to do this!"

A similar look flashed in the eyes of Murong Xue, who was being escorted, and then she lowered her head again. She now had no strength in her body.

Xu Hanyan, who was held in Yang Li's other arm, frowned and stared at Zhou Chuxuan, her fists clenched and her lips tightly pursed.

Zhou Chuxuan chuckled: "Qiao'er, don't come over. I'm just making a bet with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. If I win, won't General Murong come back?"

"Haha, King Xiaoyao is willing to sacrifice his life like this? I don't believe that King Xiaoyao's personal belongings would be an empty shell!" Yang Li swallowed hard, his eyes becoming fierce.

"Prince Xiaoyao, I just want a little maid. Don't force me! Otherwise, once this musket goes off, you'll be dead!"

Zhou Chuxuan, however, fearlessly opened his arms, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said with a smile, "Come on! Your Highness! It's just a simple matter of pulling the trigger. How could Your Highness, the Crown Prince, not even dare to do this?"

Yang Li gritted his teeth, looked at the musket in his hand again, and looked at Xu Hanyan: "Don't dare? Do I look like someone who wouldn't dare? Madam, tell me, should I pull the trigger or not?"

Xu Hanyan was silent for a while, and finally looked at Zhou Chuxuan and said calmly, "I think that since it was Prince Xiaoyao who took the initiative to propose it, then it's fine for His Royal Highness to do it!"

"Alright! Then I choose to trust my wife!" Yang Li's eyes finally became firm. He held the musket firmly again, and a hint of coldness flashed across his lips: "King Xiaoyao, then I will begin!"

"Prince, don't!" Su Qiaoer shouted desperately, but still couldn't stop Yang Li from pulling the trigger.

"do not want!"

"Crack!"

Just when everyone closed their eyes, afraid of seeing Zhou Chuxuan's brain explode, a slight sound was heard, and there was no gunpowder in the musket.

Yang Li was stunned. He obviously didn't expect that Zhou Chuxuan's personal belongings did not have any gunpowder loaded on them.

While he was stunned, Zhou Chuxuan slowly took the musket in his hand and smiled: "Your Highness, I win! Now, you must return General Murong to me!"

As he spoke, Zhou Chuxuan came to Murong Xue, pushed away the two sturdy men, and was about to untie the restraints on Murong Xue, but was roared at by the two men.

"stop!"

"Not allowed to move!"

"Oh!"

The next moment, Zhou Chuxuan pulled out another musket from his waist, aimed it at the thigh of a man who rushed up, and shot him directly.

"what!"

A huge bloody hole appeared on the man's leg. He fell to the ground wailing in pain, and his blood soaked the ground.

"You! You still have it!" Yang Li immediately understood everything and looked at Zhou Chuxuan with gritted teeth. He had been fooled by him!

Zhou Chuxuan smiled faintly and untied Murong Xue. "Your Highness, who says you can only have one weapon for self-defense? Alas, the world is not peaceful anymore. Of course, you need more weapons!"

"Oh, my courtyard is too small. Your Highness, please go back! Your subordinate, you'd better go and ask the doctor for treatment immediately, otherwise it will be too late!"

Yang Li looked at the three men with a cold look for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth in hatred and left the yard with those men.

"General Murong, are you okay?" Su Qiaoer brought a bowl of water and applied it drop by drop on Murong Xue's dry lips and pale cheeks.

Zhou Chuxuan felt her pulse briefly and said with a smile, "It's nothing serious. Just rest for a while. Come on, Qiao'er, give us a hand. Let's carry her inside. She's too heavy!"

"it is good!"

Murong Xue was now exhausted and had difficulty speaking, but she still looked at Zhou Chuxuan with a resentful look, expressing her utter dissatisfaction.

Heavy? He actually said he was heavy?

Murong Xue, lying on the bed, fell into a deep sleep quickly. She didn't know how long she slept before she woke up.

At first glance, I saw Zhou Chuxuan sitting next to the stove not far in front of the bed, tinkering with something, and it was steaming.

"What? Are you awake?" Zhou Chuxuan heard the noise, turned around and glanced at Murong Xue, then took the kettle off the stove and poured out a bowl.

"What is this?"

Murong Xue's pretty face twisted when she smelled the pungent smell. How come he always came up with such weird things?

"This is a Chinese medicine I specially brewed. Your injuries and cold haven't healed yet, and you were given cartilage powder. You're really weak! Drinking some Chinese medicine can help you recover!"

Zhou Chuxuan placed the medicine bowl next to Murong Xue and stood up to leave. "I have something else to do. I have to go out of town. Qiao'er is out buying groceries. She will be back soon. Take the medicine yourself!"

The room became quiet again. Murong Xue looked at Zhou Chuxuan's back for a long time as he left, and a feeling of affection slowly took root in her heart.

Is he concerned about me?