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Chapter 968 Marrying the Villain as a Replacement (6)

Seeing the little girl change her mouth and continue to sleep, Zhuang Tang laughed angrily at that time.

Thinking of Zhuang Tang's noble status and childlessness, he can be regarded as the No. 1 candidate to inherit the throne. Countless people rushed to curry favor with him, but he didn't expect this woman to ignore him so much!
Zhuang Tang was like a naughty brat, unconvinced, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Rong Huang's hair hanging on his shoulders, and pulled it lightly.

Rong Huang was dreaming that she had smashed the heads of the old man and his wife and the second girl, and suddenly something grabbed their hair, and the scalp was tingling, which forced Rong Huang to wake up.

When Rong Huang turned her head, she saw Zhuang Tang standing beside her.

The two looked at each other, and Zhuang Tang smiled triumphantly.

It's just too much to beat.

Rong Huang: ".???"

Rong Huang snatched the hair from Zhuang Tang's hand, stared at Zhuang Tang with wide almond eyes, and shouted coquettishly, "Why are you pulling my hair?"

Under the effect of the elixir, Rong Huang was able to speak smoothly, the voice was no different from the original one, with a childish air.

The bright red wedding dress on the little girl's body has not faded, the embroidery patterns on the wedding dress are not delicate, and the hair ornaments in her hair are also not delicate, his mother and concubine never used these back then.

Rong Huang wore this wedding dress with the delicate beauty of a newlywed, which Zhuang Tang found inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

Hearing Rong Huang's soft and sweet voice, Zhuang Tang's eyes darkened, he raised his chin suddenly, and put his hands behind his back, "Call the doctor here, I want to check the pulse."

Rong Huang: "???"

In the eyes of others, Prince Duan's majestic and ferocious son, in Rong Huang's eyes, he looked like a little wild wolf with teeth and claws.

Even the wolf's paws were not fully grown, and she looked weak, Rong Huang thought that she could push it down with just one finger.

Rong Huang stood up with her hips crossed, looked Zhuang Tang up and down, raised her chin, "Do you really want me to go?"

Zhuang Tang didn't know why, but he was still thinking about something. Hearing this, he nodded and waved, "Go."

Now he claims to the outside world that he has been poisoned by a strange poison, and he can't even get out of bed, how can he have the energy to call the doctor?
As for his obvious subordinates, they were all sent out to work by him, and he was not willing to use the people sent by the steward of the palace, so he could only let Rong Huang go.

Rong Huang blinked her eyes, said "Oh", and stretched out her hand to push Zhuang Tang away.

Zhuang Tang's lingering poison was still unclear, and his body was still a little weak, so he was pushed away by Rong Huang so easily.

Zhuang Tang staggered two steps, stabilized his body and turned to look at Rong Huang, only to see Rong Huang started crying the moment he opened the door, as if his parents were dead.

"Come here! Help me! Your son is dying! Come help me!"

Zhuang Tang: "."

Standing outside, Zhuang Tang watched through the crack of the door that Rong Huang ran out of the Qinghuai Courtyard as if he was wearing a flying fire wheel.

The crying was so loud that it could be heard from far away.

When he reacted, he saw only a strand of black hair disappearing from his field of vision.

Zhuang Tang felt a stabbing pain in his head.

He took back what he just said, the concubine Zhuang Qiwen found for him was here to collect debts.

Just complaining about it, Zhuang Tang strode into the inner room, kicked his shoes on the bed, and made a movement like flowing water, and finally covered himself with a quilt.

Stimulating his internal energy, Zhuang Tang coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the glaring blood stained his snow-white obscene clothes red.

Zhuang Tang's face became even paler, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, which was very hideous and glaring, as if he had died not long ago.

Zhuang Tang closed his eyes slightly, but he was thinking about something in his heart.

(End of this chapter)