The silly concubine said: close the door and let the prince go

Chapter 469
The next day.

Ziyin was dressed in court clothes with indigo cloud and talisman patterns, and walked quickly into the main hall with a strange expression on his face.

The old bustard standing at the entrance of the main hall saw that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had returned. He was overjoyed and immediately turned around and followed into the main hall.

He stepped forward and said, "His Royal Highness."

Ziyin paused in his footsteps, looked back and said coldly, "Let's go out if there is nothing to do."

When the old bustard heard this, he blinked his eyes, feeling an indescribable strangeness in his heart. He was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, Your Highness."

Then, he turned around and walked out of the hall. When he walked out of the hall, the old bustard was delighted, and immediately turned around and walked in another direction.

And Ziyin in the hall fell to the ground with a "plop" after the bustard walked out of the hall.

His complexion was abnormally pale, even his tightly pursed lips were pale and frightening, his five fingers clutched his chest tightly, his whole body seemed to be suffocated, and he desperately wanted to take in a mouthful of oxygen in pain.

His forehead was covered with dense sweat, and there was a strong momentum in his body that drilled into his throat from the depths. After a while, a mouthful of hot blood rushed into his mouth.

He frowned, and swallowed the mouthful of hot blood with force.

Not long after, he pursed his lips tightly, got up from the ground bit by bit, and moved to the seat in the hall.

In the huge main hall, it is magnificent and magnificent.

Ziyin's face was painful, he supported the armrest of the seat with one hand, and covered his chest with the other, and was about to sit down slowly.

Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded from the entrance of the hall.

"Brother Yin," Liu Yanxin looked at Ziyin in the hall, her cheeks instantly powdered, she ran forward with joy in her heart, and called, "Brother Yin, you are finally back!"

Ziyin said nothing.

Liu Yanxin saw her brother Yin's face was so pale that it was frighteningly pale, she immediately helped Ziyin's arm worried, "Brother Yin, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Ziyin's pupils were cold, and he didn't even bother to look at her, so he flung her hand away.

Liu Yan was taken aback, seeing Ziyin's painful expression, her heart shivered.

He is in so much pain, he would rather bear it by himself, and he doesn't need her help?
Liu Yanxin's pupils gradually turned cold, she looked at Ziyin's pale face, and said, "Brother Yin, is it so difficult for Yanxin to take care of you?"

Ziyin said nothing.

Liu Yanxin reached out to help Ziyin again.

Ziyin's hand covering his chest was ruthlessly thrown away again, his voice was hoarse, and he said with difficulty, "Get out."

Liu Yanxin frowned, her face was dark and cold, she lowered her head, and said in an unusually cold tone, "Brother Yin, you should know that the whirlwind palm in your hand is not an ordinary palm, even if you take the magic medicine, it will It is impossible to fully recover in a short time."

Ziyin pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

Liu Yan took a step forward and said, "Brother Yin, you have been overworked recently, and your internal injuries have not healed, and Bai Xiao has not come back..."

Liu Yan paused, "Brother Yin, don't you understand? The person you need most now is me, and only I can take care of you!"

"Shut up." Ziyin said with difficulty, and he slowly sat down in the seat.

"Brother Yin..." Liu Yanxin's eyes were cold and her teeth were clenched.

On the other side, in the majestic bedroom, Shen Qiaoyan opened her sleepy eyes, sat up slowly, touched her slightly swollen belly, and sighed.

Day by day, she became more and more inflexible.

(End of this chapter)