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Chapter 85
"Concubine Lan is worrying too much. I don't mean to blame you, but I just don't like to listen to others gossiping behind my back."

Concubine Lan: "..." When did the gloomy and taciturn King Xiaoyao become so eloquent? Is this the difference between a man before and after marriage?

Chen Chuchu's heart tightened when she saw the heavy burden on King Xiaoyao, and she quickly got up from the bamboo mat, gasping for breath because she was too anxious to bump her knee against the general's case.

After regaining his composure, Chen Chuchu quickly walked to Shen Zheng's side. He subconsciously wanted to reach out his hand to take Xiaoyao Wang, but withdrew his hand halfway, "My lord, this is... I'll call you a doctor."

"What do you call a doctor? There is an imperial doctor in the hunting ground." He stretched out his hand to grab the reckless Chen Chuchu, "Don't worry, it's okay."

There is no need to worry, the heart was shot just a little bit inward, and when the corpse is here, there is no need to worry?

With a smile on Shen Zheng's face, his gaze swept over Chen Chuchu: "It seems that the princess is not quite used to this status. In the future, I can find someone to understand the basic matters of the royal family's hunting."

The second prince almost said that Princess Xiaoyao was ignorant, and the female relatives kneeling around couldn't help laughing.

"The concubine has embarrassed the prince." Chen Chuchu was stunned for a moment and lowered her head, not daring to look at King Xiaoyao.

They took him out to relax, and he humiliated Xiaoyao Wang at the beginning of the hunt.

"It's okay. It's not surprising that the princess stays in the boudoir all year round and doesn't understand. In the future, just walk around with the king." Let go of Chen Chuchu's hand, Shen Changming looked up at Shen Zheng, "Second brother, hurry up and send the king Are you going to camp? Just now the second brother left me and ran away alone, doesn’t the brother really want my life?”

"How could that be?" Shen Zheng laughed, and then headed towards the imperial camp with the man in his arms, "The Seventh Emperor's younger brother, Jiren, has his own destiny, and he can't die. Just now, even the rain of arrows can't do anything about it. How can something happen now?" To put it bluntly Just one sentence, life is hard.

Watching the second prince leave with King Xiaoyao, Chen Chuchu tightly clenched his hands in his sleeves: what the prince said is that not only the Chen Mansion, but today is different from the past, no matter what you do, you should think twice before acting.

In the royal camp.

Shen Zheng put the man down on the soft couch, and the old doctor, who had already been brought along, stepped forward to check the injury without saying a word.

Shen Changming's eyelids twitched when the wrinkled hand reached for the clothes on his body. Before she could dodge sideways, the imperial physician's hand was grabbed by Shen Zheng: "What is Master Liu doing?"

"Shall I check the injury for the prince?" The old doctor looked at Shen Zheng with a puzzled expression, what else could he do?
"Let me come, what if you hurt the seventh brother in your haste?"

"Ah? Okay, okay, Second Highness, hurry up." How could he hurt King Xiaoyao by taking off his clothes?Doctor Liu did not understand.

Without giving Shen Changming a chance to speak, Shen Zheng forcefully turned her over and roughly tore off the fabric behind Shen Changming.

Physician Liu watched with horror.

Second Highness, you are quite gentle. The old man undressed King Xiaoyao, but you just tore it up. Could it be that King Xiaoyao offended you?
With a chill on his back, Shen Changming pursed his lips and eyelashes trembled slightly.

Looking at the blood-stained white bandage under his clothes, Shen Zheng's fingertips were entangled with internal force and easily cut off. Then he seemed to inadvertently ask: "Why is the bandage still wrapped around Seventh Brother? Could it be that he still has injuries?"

Seeing the second prince grinding and tearing his clothes roughly, Master Liu was so anxious that he stepped forward to squeeze Shen Zheng away and began to check the injury.

After bleeding so much, if there is no more bleeding, there will be no one left!
Shen Zheng, who was squeezed to the side by the imperial doctor, raised his hand and touched his nose, he got up and stood aside, thinking about everything.

The secret of the seventh brother's male body is kept today, shouldn't the other party thank me well?
Dr. Liu looked at the wound on his back for a while, then raised his hand to touch the arrowhead piercing through the flesh, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he said in horror, "Second Highness, there is poison on this arrow!"

Shen Zheng frowned, he naturally knew that the arrow was poisonous, after all, killing him had to be a perfect strategy, right?
"What are you still doing in a daze? Pull out the arrow quickly, it can't get in after bleeding so much blood, don't worry..."

Imperial Physician: "..."

"Yes, I'll do it now, old minister." Looking up to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead, Imperial Physician Liu took out a clean embroidered handkerchief from the wooden box and handed it to King Xiaoyao, "It may hurt a little later, my lord, bite this .”

Glancing at the embroidered handkerchief in the imperial physician's hand with lowered eyes, Shen Changming said: "No need, just pull it out, my lord."

"OK then."

The old imperial doctor put away the embroidered handkerchief not at ease. If it was the second prince, it would be fine. People who practice martial arts have rough skin and thick flesh, but can King Xiaoyao really bear it when he is young and weak?
(End of this chapter)