The prince is sick: the doctor waits for the prince

Chapter 110 Returning to the palace in a low-key manner
The distant mountains are like Dai, and the carriage is walking eastward all the way, walking forward.The surrounding scenery receded little by little, and the bells by the small window jingled as the cold wind blew.

They deliberately avoided many people when they went to Fulin Mountain, so the itinerary was not made public, and the natural pomp was low-key and couldn't be more low-key.

So when he went back, he was just sitting in a carriage with everything in it, wrapped in a fox-fur blanket with the fragrance of books, and slept peacefully in Cheng Zijiang's arms.

Probably because the carriage was bouncing, her eyebrows trembled slightly, she opened her eyes in a daze, and carefully looked at the surrounding situation for a while.

After rubbing his eyes, he slowly opened his mouth: "Where is this?"

Cheng Zijiang embraced her and asked her to change to a more comfortable position: "We are about to enter Zhao Palace."

Scholar freed a hand, lifted the curtain lightly, looked up and shrank back into his arms.

Looking at the terrain, she was approaching Zhao Gong, and she was sleeping warmly at this time, and she didn't want to get up to waste this good time.

So, with a bit of confusion when he just woke up, his voice was soft: "Remember to wake me up later."

"Yeah." Cheng Zijiang tucked the fox fur covering his legs, and patted his back, "You can still sleep when you get there."

Shuxiang closed her eyes and smiled softly: "Then you hug me."

Cheng Zijiang laughed softly in her ear, and nibbled her ear as if punishing him: "Okay."

With her eyes still closed, Shuxiang moved restlessly, expressing her protest: "Sleep."

Cheng Zijiang hugged her a little tighter, a cunning flashed in his eyes.

But he didn't expect the person in his arms to notice it before him, and asked a question calmly.

"Where is Sigui?"

Cheng Zijiang smiled, "Don't worry about sleeping, these people are not in your eyes."

Shuxiang slowly opened her eyes, and said softly, "It's okay, just give me a try."

She had a premonition very early on that something would happen. Although she was not sure whether these people were sent by Zhao Shuxue, as long as they threatened her, they would all be dealt with now.

She is no longer the Zhao Shuxiang who was at the mercy of others.

The laziness at the beginning disappeared from her eyes, replaced by a bit of bitterness.

Shuxiang tapped her ten fingers, and the slow-flowing tune slanted out from her fingertips.There was a smile in the voice: "Guess, when will they collapse?"

The Art of Dementing the Soul still starts from the human heart when it is on a large scale.The sound of the piano permeated layer by layer, and Cheng Zijiang looked at the scholar who bowed his head and plucked the strings in front of him, and felt a little unfamiliar for a moment.

When he cast his eyes out of the window, he could already smell a bloody smell.

"Are you already killing each other?" Cheng Zijiang looked thoughtfully at the fighting crowd not far away.

Shuxiang also secretly felt strange that it didn't make sense to have the effect so quickly.

There is something odd about this.

Cheng Zijiang's eyes became more familiar, there were more than one group of people who wanted their lives!

After thinking of this conclusion, he came back to his senses and saw that the man in black outside soon settled down.

It seemed that he had already discovered that the other party had the same purpose as them, Cheng Zijiang looked at Shuxiang with a light smile.

"Look, I'm protecting you this time, remember to make it up in the future."

It's a joke at this time.

Shuxiang pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, and began to use her internal strength to play.

She got out of the carriage with the qin in her arms, and when she flicked her fingertips, a beautiful sharp blade appeared.

(End of this chapter)