The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 188 The Abused Princess (39)

"The way of husband and wife is the ethics of human beings. Marriage is based on time and etiquette is important. When an emperor's daughter marries, she must choose someone with a good reputation as her wife. This is the same ancient and modern principles. I now order you to pray for the prince consort. You should be here. The way of a strong husband is not to be pampered and not to be arrogant, but to always respect his family as a way to express my affection for him."

Fusang floated in the air in the form of a soul, watching the rather grand concubine's imperial concubine ceremony below.

The young man in a black robe kneeled solemnly to receive the imperial edict.

As soon as the picture changes, insects are singing in midsummer, and the young Princess An Luan is resting against the beauty.

The young man in black robe approached gently and took the fan from the maid's hand. The breeze blew by, dispelling the sultry heat in the air.

In the summer afternoon, only the chirping of cicadas can be heard.

The princess woke up from her dream, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the boy's face.

His brows were smiling, and the tails of his eyes were raised. The eyes that fell on her were as gentle as water. She blushed unexpectedly, and called softly, "Brother Shizi..."

There was a blur in front of my eyes, and the screen changed again.

Swords and guns collided, and amidst the shouts of killing soaring into the sky, the young man was hit by several arrows and fell from his horse.

A tall figure came out covered in blood. He drew out his sword, and the cold blade revealed his gloomy face.

Fusang watched his blood-stained face burst into a grim smile, gradually approaching the seriously injured boy, raised his saber high, and swung it down suddenly!
As the heart beat faster, a name blurted out.

"Pray..."

Hearing the name she still called out in a coma, Xiao Chen's worried expression froze for a moment, then his face became colder and colder, and a hint of ferocity flashed in his jet-black pupils.

When Fusang woke up, his eyes were blurred, and he could only hear the cold wind whistling outside the window and the faint shadows of candles.

"The girl is awake."

The misty eyes gradually became clear, and the figure of a young court lady came into his eyes.

Fusang recognized her.

Her name is Dan Yu, and she is a maid in Feishuang Palace who can serve Xiao Chen close to her.

"The girl has been in a coma for two days and two nights, and His Majesty is very worried."

While talking, she supported Fusang to sit up.

Fusang didn't answer her words, instead she looked at the window sill and muttered softly: "It's snowing again."

"Yes, tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and the auspicious snow heralds a good year, which is a good omen."

Danyu echoed softly.

There was the sound of steady footsteps, Dan Yu turned around and saw that it was Xiao Chen, and immediately stepped back to give way.

Xiao Chen sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at Fusang's pale face without any waves in his eyes.

He looked very calm, showing no emotion or anger.

"Drink medicine."

The porcelain-white spoon was filled with the brown medicine and passed it to Fusang's mouth. Even before it entered his mouth, the bitter taste had already hit his nostrils.

Fusang is the most difficult to bear.

His slender eyebrows were furrowed, and rejection was written all over his pale face.

Xiao Chen couldn't tolerate her saying no, and his commanding tone fell: "Open your mouth."

The extremely bitter taste exploded in his mouth, and Fuso's facial features wrinkled into a ball.

Long live!
too bitter! !

Assi! ! !
She's going to be rough! ! !

As soon as he opened his mouth, before she could start to greet him, Xiao Chen quickly stuffed a candied date into Fusang's mouth.

The sweet taste couldn't suppress the bitterness, she frowned, and said softly, "More."

Dotted smiles bloomed in the long and narrow eyes, and Xiao Chen handed another candied date into Fusang's mouth.

The sweet and greasy taste can suppress the bitterness.

Seeing that she was not in such pain anymore, Xiao Chen raised his hand to stroke the top of her soft hair, as gently as if he was stroking a cat.

"Sleep a little longer, and everything will be fine by tomorrow morning."

His voice was very soft, as if it had magical powers. Fusang was not sleepy at first, but when he heard his voice, he felt an inexplicable sense of sleepiness, and his eyelids began to become heavy.

She fell asleep again drowsily.

(End of this chapter)