Chapter 178

When the Empress Dowager came to the door, Zhao Wanxi and Chao San both stepped back, but the Empress Dowager's steps still stopped, and her apricot eyes were full of profound essence -

"take good care of the seventh Prince and remember your duty."

After leaving this sentence, the Empress Dowager left without looking back. Zhao Wanxi looked up and saw the man on the bed wink at her. His bloody eagle eyes, thin lips and weak fingers were hooked.

Chao sanzhiqu retreated, and at the same time sent back the rest of the people.

"Is the seventh prince a paper man? It's easy to get hurt... "

Zhao Wanxi pretended to be calm and walked towards him. She just stood by the bed, and her little hands were grasped by the man.

Leng Jun Ao grabbed her hand, and her dry voice was weak and tired: "you stay here, let me sleep for a while."

Before Zhao Wanxi could speak, he fell asleep again.

His palm is very hot. Zhao Wanxi gently touches his forehead with her other hand. It's so hot! He has a fever!

She wanted to get hot water and a towel to help him wipe it, but the man held her hand tightly, as if he felt that she wanted to pull it back, and her deep voice came vaguely -

"don't move. Xi'er... "

He still closed his eyes, and the murmur in his mouth was clear and warm. Zhao Wanxi didn't move any more. She sat rigidly beside the bed for half an hour.

Leng junao seems to be asleep, and the strength of her fingers is gradually released. Then Zhao Wanxi gently pulls her little hand out of the man's palm and walks out with her hands and feet.

As soon as she opened the door, Chao San stood by the door. Zhao Wanxi lowered her voice and said, "the seventh Prince is feverish. You ask someone to prepare hot water towel, and there is the imperial palace Bring me the decoction according to my prescription. "

"Don't worry, Miss Wan Xi. I'll tell you to go down now."

Zhao Wanxi went back to her bed. Chao San quickly went into the room and brought her hot water towel. She took the hot water towel and helped Leng junao to cool down. At the same time, she made a faint voice -

"when the seventh Prince's temperature drops, I will leave the palace. The imperial doctor will take care of me in the palace. In the future, I won't be sent to the palace."

Her words are to Chao San. Leng junao is in a coma now. Chao San is his bodyguard. If she leaves her words, Chao San will convey them to his master.

"Cough..."

Chao San cleared his throat unnaturally. He couldn't control the master's affairs. At this moment, Zhao Wanxi suddenly glanced back at him and asked: "how could the seventh Prince be hurt so badly?"

"Well We're in an ambush. "

Zhao Wanxi looked at Chao San from top to bottom. Her voice was full of doubt: "but you are all well."

Chao San was questioned like this by her, and his face turned blue and purple: "it's the incompetence of his subordinates, which implicates the master. It's all his subordinates' fault that the seventh Prince is so badly injured."

Zhao Wanxi's eyebrows slightly frowned: "Chao San, I don't want to listen to your polite remarks. I just want to know why he is the only one who is so hurt?"

Smell speech, toward three suddenly silent, silent.

It's not difficult for Zhao Wanxi to guess from his expression that it probably involves a secret that can't be said. The wind is light and the clouds are light and the clouds are light. She said in one word -

"if it's not convenient for you to say, don't force it."

He looked down at three eyes, pondered for a few seconds, and then opened his mouth: "to tell you the truth, Miss Wanxi, this time we are in an ambush. The other party's goal is to assassinate the seventh prince. We are outnumbered. In addition to me and Mu Si, we can finally bring the seventh Prince back to Beijing alive, and a group of 24 dead men All sacrificed! "