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The young man was very powerful, and his palms were so hot that he seemed to be able to set people on fire.

Chu Zhao was taken aback and asked in confusion: "A'ao, what are you doing?"

The young man's thin lips trembled slightly. He had been brewing for a long time, but could not say a word.

The hand in his palm was smooth and delicate, as soft as boneless, in stark contrast to his rough, calloused hands.

His long and thick eyelashes fluttered a few times, and two teardrops quickly fell to the dust.

"Thank you, Master, for saving me at that time." He finally choked out a sentence and swallowed all the remaining words back into his stomach with difficulty.

Chu Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and scolded him with a smile: "What a big deal, it scared me."

Aao let go of her hand and quietly clenched his hand into a fist, as if this could preserve the soft feeling.

Chu Zhao asked him: "What's wrong with you? If you keep doing this, I will be very worried."

A'ao shook his head and forced a smile: "I'm fine. It's just that I've experienced too many things during this period. I'm a little uncomfortable when I suddenly come back to where I was. Princess, don't worry about me. I will adjust myself."

"Is that so?" Chu Zhao suddenly realized, "You may have been running around outside and couldn't control your temper at the moment, but it doesn't matter. We will go out often in the future. After a while, I will transfer you to my side. You can follow me every day."

Aao's eyes lit up and the smile on his face became natural.

The moment he held the princess's hand, he had already realized the gap between himself and the princess.

The princess is the bright moon in the sky, and he is like a dog's tail grass that comes from nowhere in this abandoned courtyard.

He would no longer think about asking for more. As long as he could be with the princess every day, he would be satisfied.

He would rather stay with her like this for the rest of his life.

The two talked for a while, and Chu Zhao confirmed that Aao's mood had improved, and then he returned to Qionghuayuan with peace of mind.

After dinner, she was planning to take a rest early to regain her energy so that she could go to the Divine Doctor's Hall for a consultation tomorrow. Unexpectedly, Murong Xiao came over again, clean and smelling good.

"I will sleep with you tonight." He brushed the half-dried hair on his shoulders, with a hint of expectation mixed with the matter of course.

Chu Zhao was speechless.

Has this person forgotten how much he hated her before?

I'm so disgusted that I can vomit after just one more look at it.

Now that he comes to your door and offers himself a pillow mat, isn't that a slap in the face?

"Your Majesty, go to bed first. I'll come back after taking a bath." Chu Zhao calmly led him to lie down on the bed and added a handful of incense to the incense burner.

Murong Xiao lay on his side on the bed, supported his head with his hands, and said, "Hurry up, I'll wait for you."

"Okay." Chu Zhao agreed, took some clean pajamas and went out.

Murong Xiao looked at her back and felt that she was a little slimmer than before.

Green smoke curled up in the small gilded incense burner, and the fragrance filled the air. He waited and slowly closed his eyes.

The next morning, when Murong Xiao woke up, he saw Chu Zhao dressing up under the window.

He tried hard to recall what happened last night, and finally pinched his eyebrows regretfully.

He seemed to have fallen asleep before Chu Zhao came back from bathing last night.

"Your Majesty, are you awake?" Chu Zhao turned around and looked at him when he heard the noise, and asked as usual, "How did your Majesty sleep last night?"

"Very good." Murong Xiao put on his shoes and got out of bed and walked to her, "Why do you get up so early every day?"

"I'm a princess, it's shameful to sleep in," Chu Zhao said casually.

Murong Xiao couldn't help but look at her deeply: "The princess's appearance has changed, and her temperament has also changed."

"Has it gotten better or worse?" Chu Zhao asked.

"You're gentler than before." Murong Xiao said, "You used to be like a hedgehog, stinging people at every turn..."

Speaking of this, I suddenly thought of Qi Fengshan's words, and felt inexplicably happy.

Chu Zhao suddenly became so gentle and courteous. Is it because he slept with her for two days in a row, and her heart was slowly being influenced by him?

If this continues, when they actually consummate their marriage, Chu Zhao will definitely be devoted to him.

Murong Xiao tried his best to suppress the raised corners of his lips, and reached out to take the comb in Chu Zhao's hand: "Come, I will comb your hair."

"..." Chu Zhao looked at his affectionate look and suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.

It was so early in the morning, did this person get hit by something evil before he even went out?

He actually wanted to help her comb her hair.

So mushy.

"I don't need to bother you, Your Majesty. I've already combed my hair." Chu Zhao said, "I'll ask the girl to fetch water to wash Your Majesty. I'll go to the Divine Doctor's Hall after breakfast."

Murong Xiao's hand had already touched her hair, but when she turned her head and pulled back, the strand of hair slipped away from her palm like black satin.

It's cool, slippery, soft, and makes people feel itchy.

Murong Xiao was absent-minded for a moment, twirled his fingers regretfully, and silently retracted his hand.

While having breakfast, Chu Zhao asked Murong Xiao intentionally or unintentionally: "Last time, the prince mentioned that Zhang Hezhou, who defected as a bandit, when do you plan to have him come here?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Murong Xiao muttered, "Fang Weixian was ordered by Old Thief He to investigate this king, let's wait until he leaves!"

"The old thief is cunning, but from what Fang Weixian said, it seems that the little thief is more difficult to deal with!" Chu Zhao said, "Has the prince ever met the little pavilion elder of the He family?"

"You mean He Yunjie?" Murong Xiao frowned slightly, "Years ago when the emperor ascended the throne, my father could not leave the fief. I went to the capital to congratulate the emperor on my father's behalf. I had a chance encounter with him."

"Then what kind of person is he?" Chu Zhao asked.

Murong Xiao thought for a while and said, "You can't beat me anyway."

Chu Zhao: "...So, does this one-sided relationship mean that you had a fight as soon as you met?"

"He provoked me first." Murong Xiao curled his lips with disdain, "A sickly man, who speaks in a formal manner, can kill two cows with his mouth. He also has a yin and yang aura, which is the type that I hate the most."

Chu Zhao was silent for a moment, and according to Murong Xiao's description, the appearance of a frail young man in white with a bloodless face and who fell down at the slightest hint of wind quickly appeared in his mind.

"Are you good-looking?" Chu Zhao asked again, "Is the prince jealous that others are more handsome than you?"

"Will this king be jealous of him?" Murong Xiao sneered, "His name is not Jun, but Niang."

The more he said this, the more certain Chu Zhao became that He Yunjie should be very handsome.

Otherwise, with Murong Xiao's temperament, he would just call him ugly.

Chu Zhao smiled and said, "Since he is a sick man, maybe I will have a chance to treat him after I arrive in the capital!"

Murong Xiao immediately lowered his face: "Don't show it to him, or he will die of illness!"

Chu Zhao: "..."

I thought only women were jealous of each other’s appearance, but it turns out that men are also like this?