Reborn! The terminally ill prince has taken a fancy to me again

Chapter 10 This is the pastry you made with your own hands

drunk...

The flames shot up into the sky, and the slaves in the yard were non-stop, bringing buckets of water and splashing them upwards quickly.

Mei Zhuoxue's pupils shrank suddenly, she snatched the blue-patterned black iron long sword from Bei Xing's waist behind her, and rushed in quickly.

"Your Highness!" Uncle Fu stopped him, "Your current body is not easy to use force, Mr. Chengyun is auspicious, he has his own appearance, he will not..."

"Get out of the way." Mei Zhuoxue's eyes were scarlet, her tone was cold, and her strange aura was like a beast that had lost its lover and was about to go mad.

Faber was stared at tremblingly, subconsciously backed away.

He flew straight over, swiping the long sword in his hand, the sword aura was like a rainbow with a bloodthirsty and ruthless chill.There was only a 'boom' sound, and a huge gap was opened in the dining room door.

Mei Zhuoxue suddenly coughed up blood, he raised his hand to wipe it off disapprovingly, and quickly stepped into the fire.

Thick smoke billowed, wooden pillars collapsed, Mei Zhuoxue turned a blind eye to the dangers around her, and only focused on looking for the haunted figure,

Beside the stove, he saw the drowsy Hua Zuili, "Wake up, don't sleep!"

Hua Zuili trembled her lower eyelashes, Mei Zhuoxue hurriedly picked her up when she saw this, and turned to leave.

"Wait... there is one more person..."

Following the direction of her finger, Mei Zhuoxue found Chen Zhisheng lying on the ground, he frowned, what does the life and death of an outsider have to do with him?

But in the end, she didn't want to disappoint Hua Zuili, so Mei Zhuoxue concentrated her left hand and waved it out, Chen Zhisheng was thrown out of the house like a piece of paper blown away by the wind.

He also flew out.

"Cough, cough..." A warm current spread from his back to his limbs, Hua Zuili coughed violently, and his vision gradually became clear, "Why are you..."

"It's all right." Mei Zhuoxue concealed her swallowing movement, stretched out her hand to wipe off the dust on her face, and whispered softly, "Is there any injury? It's all right, why did it catch fire?"

"It's Chen Youheng." Hua Zuili regained some sanity, and found herself kneeling on the grass, with her upper body tightly nestled in Mei Zhuoxue's arms, she hurriedly backed away and sat aside.

"Because of what happened last time, he held a grudge, so he came to set fire to take revenge on this humble minister."

"Really." Mei Zhuoxue's eyes were dim and deep. He glanced inadvertently, and looked straight at Bei Xing, who lowered his head and said nothing, and his face was a little pale. Yuanzui Pavilion let the imperial doctor check to see if there is any injury."

He lightly comforted Hua Zuili, then turned his gaze to her hand, "What are you holding so tightly?"

Hua Zuili was also a little dazed by the question. She opened her left hand and looked, and saw a piece of sticky and rotten willow leaf crisp lying on the palm of her hand. Maybe she was too flustered just now, and she accidentally held it in her hand like this. Hold it.

"This is the willow leaf cake I made for His Highness. The fire was too hot just now and it has already broken." She smiled apologetically, "When will I make it for Your Highness again?"

"No, this is very good." Mei Zhuoxue took the willow leaf crisp in her palm, and put it into her mouth without hesitation.

"Your Highness." Hua Zuili stopped him, "This... is already dirty."

"You made the pastries by yourself, why do you say 'dirty'?" Mei Zhuoxue took a bite of the willow leaf crisps, and the familiar sweetness exploded on the tip of her tongue.

He looked at Hua Zuili leisurely, chewing it bit by bit, with an unsatisfied look, as if what he ate was not some pastry, but her.

Hua Zuili was frightened into a cold sweat by this thought.

The fire in the dining room had already been extinguished, and the servants and servants stood respectfully aside with their wooden buckets. They lowered their heads and lowered their eyes, not daring to look at the pair of Bi people who looked like immortals under the sun. an army.

Uncle Fu had a complicated expression, "Your Highness, the fire has been put out, let's go back."

Mei Zhuoxue got up with some difficulty, his face was pale and colorless, but there was an unusually gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, "Before it gets dark, I want to see Chen Youheng, alive." He glanced at Bei Xing, "Do you hear clearly. "

"Yes."……

Hua Zuili was taken to an elegant room in Longzui Pavilion, with thin curtains wrapped around it and luxurious and elegant furnishings, the leading servant bent down and cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Chengyun, please rest here for a while. I have already prepared a set of clean clothes, and after a while, the imperial physician will come to diagnose and treat your pulse."

"No need, I'm fine." Hua Zuili refused aloud, she stepped into the room, picked up the brocade satin robe of Yinyue Feiyun on the table and looked at it, it was elegant and clean, but it was a little too big.

But that's good, if the clothes she brings are impartial, she will wonder if she has exposed something.

The original clothes on her body were already messed up by the fire, Hua Zuili stood by the window and looked around unintentionally, after confirming that there was no one there, she closed the carved window tightly, picked up the brocade robe and walked around the screen.

She took off one by one and replaced with the silver moon satin robe. The material is cold and soft, and it feels like water when it passes through the skin.

Hua Zuili was tying the belt around her waist, when she heard a soft 'squeak' from the door, she held her breath and quickly arranged the clothes on her body, making sure that there was nothing wrong, then smiled appropriately, turned and walked out , "Too... who are you?"

"This... I should be asking you this question, who are you? Why did you appear in the side hall of His Highness the Prince?"

She was dressed in a red dress as gorgeous as fire, and her brows were burning with emotion.The woman's appearance is beautiful, Hua Zuili looked at it carefully, and said: "Young master, I am the companion of His Highness the Crown Prince, so I am here under the orders of His Highness the Crown Prince, but beauty, who are you? Why have I never met you?"

"Dengtuzi! Speak with respect." The woman didn't know whether she was ashamed or annoyed when she heard the provocative words, her cheeks flushed slightly, "I am the one who serves the prince, if you offend me, I... I Let His Royal Highness want you to be well...beautiful!"

"Beauty, remember, try not to stutter when you threaten someone next time, it will be more convincing."

"you!"

"Qianmei." Uncle Fu's voice came from outside the door, he walked in slowly, and said, "Don't be disrespectful to Mr. Chengyun, go to the bedroom to serve His Highness the Crown Prince."

"Yes!" Qian Mei replied, and when she turned her head to leave, she still hummed softly at Hua Zuili.

"This is an interesting beauty." Hua Zuili looked at the swaying steps like a lotus flower, and said to Fu Bo, "Where did you find this little beauty?"

"Hey, how can this old slave have such abilities? The Holy Majesty loves His Highness and sent it specially." Uncle Uncle folded his hands and put them in his sleeves. other courtyard."

"However, as the old slave has watched recently, His Highness seems to be much more energetic. If he can spread out the branches and leaves for the royal family, the Holy Majesty will definitely be happier."

In her previous life, she had never heard that Mei Zhuoxue had any women, and she always thought it was because he was not close to women, but now it seems that it is because of his weak bones.

Hua Zuili smiled and said, "Uncle Fu is more thoughtful."

"Where is it, it is the duty of a slave to share the master's worries." Uncle Fu had been secretly observing Hua Zuili's expression when he was speaking. Aspects of mind.

As long as this bastard doesn't meddle indiscriminately, he is confident that His Highness can regain his prestige.

(End of this chapter)