Chu Qi sat there, sent Mo to his head, and looked up and saw Mu Jinghongsha standing in front of him with a pale face, and ordered the people outside: "Take the princess down."

Madam Liu came in with a calm face and took Mu Jinghong out.

In the room, there were only doctors and cried doves.

"princess."

The two maids were waiting outside the hall with Mama Liu. They knew that an assassination had happened inside. They were anxious, but they were blocked outside.

They also followed Mama Liu to the carriage behind her back. As soon as they arrived at the main house, they heard that the prince was seriously injured and was being treated.

Mu Jinghong is worried about the people inside now, and he doesn’t know if Chu Qi’s injury is important.

How could it not matter, his injuries were so deep.

At that time, he was lying on his body, blocking the sword wound towards her.

"Princess, the prince will be fine, please wait patiently."

Mu Jinghong couldn't calm himself down, if Chu Qi died because of her...

Mu Jinghong's face turned pale.

So she couldn't see Chu Ji's future because of herself.

Is it also implied?

"I'm just waiting here. Madam Liu went to prepare some liquid food. The prince did not eat other foods in the hall, so he just drank wine. I'll be hungry after a while."

Madam Liu looked at Mu Jinghong with concern, turned around and ordered the two maids to look at Mu Jinghong, and she hurriedly prepared food.

In the room, the doctor treated Chu Qi again and reported to him, "After the doctor confirmed that there was indeed poison hidden on the clothes. The master moved quickly and was separated by the cloth, so he did not reach the depth of the wound."

Not deep, but it was covered with flesh.

As he guessed, Chu Yu entered the palace and saw that he was dedicated.

The doctor treated Chu Qi's wound as soon as possible and walked aside and prescribed a prescription, which had the effect of detoxification.

"Prince, stay here, I will leave the mansion first."

"It's been a labor."

The sad dove sent the person out.

Seeing the doctor coming out, Mu Jinghong immediately stood up and looked at the cold Jiu with inquiring eyes.

Chanjiu nodded, and Mu Jinghong quickly stepped into the inner room.

Chu Qi stood by the bed and put on loose clothes. The belt was also tied loosely, barely covering a large piece of chest in front of him, looming and fascinating.

Chu Ji's face was still a little pale, and he didn't say anything when he saw Mu Jinghong.

"The prince's injury..."

"It's fine."

The breath is a little weak.

Chu Ji's performance made Mu Jinghong feel even more guilty.

"It's because of me that the prince was injured," Mu Jinghong wanted to help him but didn't know how to help.

"The princess doesn't need to blame herself, these are all things I have to do."

Mu Jinghong was stunned, pursed his lips, walked over, stood in front of him, and looked at him with his head slightly raised, "Although the prince said this, it is still because of me."

If she had dodged quickly or told him that there was a formation, at his speed, she should be able to activate the formation at that moment.

But she said nothing.

"Where is the princess' momentum in the hall?"

Chu Qi lowered his eyes and stared at her.

Mu Jinghong also looked up at him, his lips tightly pursed, and his grey whiteness was still a little pitiful.

Seeing her like this, Chu Qi couldn't speak in a cold tone and said lightly: "I have nothing to do, why are you pretending to be like this?"

"Prince," Mu Jinghong wanted to say something, but Qingjiu came in.

"Master, the doctor has been sent out. There are people from the palace nearby who are moving."

Chu Qi sneered, looked at Mu Jinghong and said, "Our Majesty is not willing to accept my death."

Mu Jinghong frowned slightly.

Chu Qi asked, "However, there are Taiwei Gu's people."

Chanjiu glanced at Mu Jinghong, and was silent for a while and said, "Master Gu's men are chasing the doctor."

Mu Jinghong frowned again.

"Don't the prince stop him?"

If you get some news from the doctor and use it.

"The man is dead."

Chu Qi said cruelly.

Mu Jinghong was stunned, his eyes darkened, and he understood what he meant.

When Gu Taiwei's men came over, the doctor would die whether he said it or not.

First, prevent Chu Ji from sending people to inquire again, and second, he will definitely be angry if he doesn't say it.

"The prince had known it before, why..."

"I can't save the world," he is not Duanmu Zunyue.

Mu Jinghong's eyes darkened again, thinking of himself in his previous life.

"Go down."

Chu Qi was unwilling to say this in front of Mu Jinghong. After sending Changjiu out, Madam Liu came in here.

"Prince, Princess, hot food is ready."

"Come in."

Mu Jinghong seemed not to notice Chu Ji's gaze and ordered.

Madam Liu immediately went out to pass on the meal.

Chu Qi looked at Mu Jinghong and felt better: "Is the princess who is repaying her kindness?"

"The prince still has injuries on his body, so he should talk less," your appearance is still very tempting. As soon as he opens his mouth, she can't help but be angry.

Chu Qi closed his mouth and sat at the table.

His face was still very bad, but his movements were calm, as if nothing had happened.

I don’t know if I’m afraid of showing some vulnerability in front of her or it’s really okay, Mu Jinghong’s gaze kept moving with his movements.

When Chu Qi saw the easy-to-digest liquid food on the table, he felt funny and a little strange.

Mu Jinghong explained: "The prince should eat lighter next."

Chu Qi did not object or picky about food.

He is indeed hungry, too.

After eating, it was dark outside.

Mu Jinghong bathed inside, dressed neatly, and Chu Qi sat in the outside room half leaning against the chair, with his eyes closed.

For a moment, it looked like a delicate ceramic doll, fragile and fragile.

Such a person is hard to hold onto his hands.

Mu Jinghong felt ridiculous about his idea, and Chu Qi didn't need it at all.

His strength is invisible to others.

But she knew that Chu Qi was not that kind of weak man.

"Prince."

As soon as Mu Jinghong approached, Chu Qi smelled a light and elegant fragrance, which pounced on his breath, as pleasant as the fragrant pie she carried.

Chu Qi slowly opened his eyes and looked at the woman who had just left the bath in front of him.

"Why didn't the prince rest on the couch?" He wanted to aggravate the wounds.

Chu Qi's slightly white lips were a little dry and his head was a little heavy.

Mu Jinghong quickly reached out and helped the person up, "Prince? Is it okay?"

How long has he been sitting here?

"The princess isn't afraid that I shouldn't have watched it when I go in?" Chu Qi can still tease her, which means that he is still sober.

It was rare that Mu Jinghong didn't care about him, and carried the weight he was coming and walked into the inner room.
To be continued...