Princess Consort Is No Pushover

The light of the torch reflected on her body, and at this moment, she looked very gentle.

Seeing the warm interaction between the two, Chu Xuanchen's eyes flashed with sadness.

He took the crutches, tried his best to stand up, and limped towards his room.

The light and shadow shone on him, making him look lonely and lonely.

Yun Ruoyue looked up, and saw Chu Xuanchen's lonely back.

Wherever he walked, there was a little blood on the ground.

She quickly lowered her head, and then she saw clearly that Chu Xuanchen's knee was covered with blood, and the flesh and blood were turning outwards. It looked terrifying!

She hurriedly pushed Long Qianche away, and walked towards Chu Xuanchen worriedly, "Da Zhuang, you are seriously injured. Quick, I will help you to the room, and I will stitch you up."

"No need! You can accompany your fiancé, I can walk by myself!" Chu Xuanchen said sadly, with a cold expression on his face.

"But your wound is torn again, you were injured to save us, how can I ignore you?" Yun Ruoyue looked at Chu Xuanchen with concern.

"I'm really fine, don't worry about me." Chu Xuanchen remained calm.

"Ruoyue, since he doesn't accept your favor, you don't have to worry about him." Long Qianche walked over, "Don't worry, I will ask Dr. Liu to take care of him, you don't have to worry."

Then, he grabbed Yun Ruoyue's hand and said softly, "Didn't we just agree to have dinner together? Ruoyue, when the dishes are cold, let's go!"

"Qian Che!" Yun Ruoyue threw Long Qianche's hand away, "Da Zhuang has suffered such a serious injury, how can we ignore him? If you are hungry, you go to eat first, I will help Da Zhuang went back to heal his wounds."

As she spoke, she strode up to Chu Xuanchen, stretched out her hand to support him, "Da Zhuang, come, let me help you."

As soon as that warm little hand touched his arm, Chu Xuanchen felt a burst of warmth.

He looked deeply at Yun Ruoyue, nodded slightly, "Okay."

Seeing that Yun Ruoyue was about to leave while supporting Chu Xuanchen, Long Qianche became anxious, and he hurriedly said: "Ruoyue, I will accompany you too."

As he spoke, he also followed behind them.

Seeing Yun Ruoyue caring about Da Zhuang so much, Long Qianche felt jealous again.

He clearly knew that Da Zhuang was just a lowly worker, but for some reason, when he saw Ruoyue approaching Da Zhuang, he felt very uneasy.

Seeing Da Zhuang's sharp and unyielding eyes, he felt that this person should not be underestimated, not as simple as an ordinary worker.

He even felt that this big man gave him a strong sense of crisis.

As if Ruoyue would be taken away by him in the next moment.

But seeing Da Zhuang's rough attire, he shook his head again.

Really, it's just a worker, how could it be possible to argue with him, how could he have such an idea?

How could Ruo Yue fall in love with Da Zhuang?

He must be thinking too much! -

After a while, Yun Ruoyue helped Chu Xuanchen to his room.

Mo Li and the others saw Chu Xuanchen's red-stained leg, and walked over anxiously one by one, "Da Zhuang, what's going on? Why are you injured again?"

"That's right! Your wound just recurred yesterday. Doctor Liu finally gave you another stitch. Why did you tear it up again?" Liu Ruyan asked worriedly.

When Yun Ruoyue heard this, her expression froze slightly.

It turned out that when Da Zhuang fell down yesterday, he was really injured, not pretending.

At that time, she thought he was lying to her. It seems that she misunderstood him!

Really, why didn't he explain it to her?

She hurriedly said: "It's like this. When Pei'er and I passed through the bamboo forest just now, a masked man suddenly jumped out and wanted to kill me. It was Da Zhuang who saved me in time. If it wasn't for saving me, his wound would not have hurt. tear."

"The masked man? Where did he come from, that he dared to assassinate the saint?" Mo Li asked nervously.

Yun Ruoyue said: "I don't know either, but let's not talk about it now. Pei'er, go to Dr. Liu to get the medicine box, and I'll give Da Zhuang another stitch."

"Yes, Saintess." Peer said.

"Hey, brother Da Zhuang is so pitiful, he needs stitches again, this is the third time!" Mo Li sympathized.

Yun Ruoyue lowered her eyes reproachfully, she was the one who got Da Zhuang down.

Seeing her blame herself so much, Long Qianche quickly comforted her: "Ruoyue, don't blame yourself, you are a saint, Da Zhuang should protect you."

Yun Ruoyue raised her eyebrows.

She didn't think it should be.

Da Zhuang is also a human being, and his life should be protected, and no accident should happen to protect her.

Fortunately, Da Zhuang's life was not endangered this time, otherwise she would be even more disturbed.

"Saint, Doctor Liu is here!" At this time, Pei'er had already brought Doctor Liu in, panting.

Yun Ruoyue hurriedly said: "Doctor Liu, please borrow your medicine box, I'll give Da Zhuang stitches."

"Ruoyue, with Dr. Liu here, I don't need you. Besides, you were frightened just now. I'm afraid you'll be tired. Can you take a good rest?" Long Qianche looked at Yun Ruoyue distressedly.

Seeing what he said, Yun Ruoyue had no choice but to take a look at Chu Xuanchen, and said, "All right! Let Doctor Liu help you!"

Long Qianche was always her fiance, and she didn't want to reject him every time, lest he be unhappy.

Chu Xuanchen lowered his eyes, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"Well, look at you, your forehead is sweating from anxiety. Come on, sit here and rest." Long Qianche said, taking out a handkerchief to wipe Yun Ruoyue's sweat.

After wiping, he said to Pei'er again, "Pei'er, hurry up and get some tea for the saint."

"Yes." Peer said.

Then, Long Qianche sat down with Yun Ruoyue and kept asking her how she was, caring for her very much.

Yun Ruoyue nodded politely, her eyes moved to Chu Xuanchen from time to time, worried about his injury.

Chu Xuanchen, on the other hand, turned his face away with ashamedness, not wanting to watch this scene.

Seeing Chu Xuanchen's reaction, the corner of Long Qianche's mouth curled up coldly, and there was a hint of a winner in his eyes.

Now this big bastard must have realized that the saint can only be his.

Uncouth servants like them, stop wishful thinking.

"My lord, the tea is here!" After a while, Pei'er came in with several cups of hot tea.

Seeing the tea coming, Long Qianche quickly picked up a cup and handed it to Yun Ruoyue, "Ruoyue, are you thirsty? Come, drink first."

"Give it to Da Zhuang first, I think his lips are very dry, he must be very thirsty." Yun Ruoyue looked at Da Zhuang sympathetically.

Chu Xuanchen's eyes were dull, and he said lightly: "I'm not thirsty, you guys drink!"

His voice was weak, as if he had no strength.

But to Mo Li and the others, it wasn't weakness, but a loss of fighting spirit.

On one side is a pair of young lovers showing their affection, and on the other side is the poor prince.

Seeing the prince like this, they all felt sour.

At this time, Doctor Liu had already cut off Chu Xuanchen's trouser legs, exposing his wound.

When the wound was exposed, he gasped in shock, "Da Zhuang, why is your injury so serious, it's much worse than the previous two times!"