How to escape with a future prince

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

    Behind the finale

    , the call of the silver bell and silver hook gradually faded away, Bi Wu trotted towards the direction of the imperial study, tears rolling down her eyes overwhelmed.

    In this world, there really is such a fool who listens to what a Taoist priest says, hurts his own body, ruins his own luck, and lights up for her.

    But why did he do such an irresponsible thing, what did he say in his previous life to let her not meet him again, but since he still provokes her in this life, there must be a beginning and an end, and he can't leave her alone.

    Kang Fu was standing outside the door of the imperial study to teach the new little servant. He raised his head and saw Bi Wu hurried in, and called out "Queen Empress" in surprise.

    "Is His Majesty in there?" she asked anxiously.

    Kang Fu didn't know why, but he still replied obediently: "Your Majesty is inside..." Before

    he could finish his sentence, the empress had already stepped into the half-closed door.

    Emperor Cheng Ze was sitting in front of the red lacquered sandalwood desk to review the memorials. His ears were very good. At first he heard Kang Fu's voice "Queen Empress" outside the door. Red and swollen, apparently crying.

    "Awu..."

    Biwu walked in front of him, looked at his slightly pale complexion, bit his lip, and pulled at the front of his shirt involuntarily.

    Emperor Cheng Ze hurriedly held her hand, "What's wrong with you?"

    "That incense in my temple..." Biwu burst into tears, her hands kept moving, "Are you using your heart..."

    Hearing " "Scent", Emperor Cheng Ze was obviously stunned for a moment, but then he heard the word "heart blood", but he was a little dazed.

    "What kind of heartbreak?"

    Biwu just thought he was pretending, then pulled off his shirt and took a closer look, but he couldn't help but be stunned in the room. Except for the red fetal mark on the man's left chest, there was nothing at all. There are no scars.

    Could it be that the Taoist priest was lying to her!

    Biwu raised her eyes to look at Emperor Cheng Zedi's pale complexion, her red lips pursed tightly.

    No, he must be hiding something from her.

    She continued to reach out and search for him, and after a while, she grabbed his left arm that was dodging slightly subconsciously, and lifted his jacket.

    I saw a white cloth wrapped around his upper left arm, with a little dark red blood oozing on it, Biwu raised his eyes to look at his dodging eyes for a moment, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, what's going on?"

    Cheng Zedi chuckled lightly, put down his jacket silently, and replied calmly: "It's nothing, but I was injured by practicing swords two days ago. I was afraid that you were worried about Awu, so I didn't mention it."     Biwu was deceived by him . Too many times, he will not be fooled again, he knows that he is lying at all, even if he did not use his heart and blood to transport air to her in this life, the soothing incense in the temple must be related to him, "Don't hide it. I, I know, that old general told me everything."     Cheng Zedi opened his eyes slightly when he heard the words, looked at her red eyes again, he got up and hugged her carefully into his arms, comforting, "It's just a little blood. The Taoist said that this method can cure your heart disease."     When he heard from the old Taoist mouth that using blood to draw Qi can cure heart disease, Emperor Cheng Zedi also thought it was absurd. As for Biwu's condition, he only hesitated for a while, and then settled down conveniently.     In his heart, as long as she gets better, it's no big deal to shed a few bowls of blood.     Bi Wu raised his eyes to look at him, but said anxiously: "That old man is a liar, how could Your Majesty believe it! If heart disease is so easy to cure, then everyone will use this method."     He was smart and planned for many years . , After calculating how many people got the throne, how could it be easily planted in the hands of a charlatan.     Cheng Zedi looked at her anxious appearance, but his smile became a little thicker. He stared at her quietly, and said firmly: "Of course I believe it, as long as it is for A Wu, I am willing to believe anything.     " With a serious look, Biwu couldn't help but think of him and the words he said to the coffin in his dream last night.