Reborn from the bottom of the coffin, the miracle doctor and the ugly concubine fight against the wo

"No!" Before Chu Zhao could speak, A'ao clenched his fist and stood in front of her, saying with red eyes, "I have never seen the princess before. Please don't hurt the princess."

Murong Xiao is the king of Jingnan, let alone in the palace, even in the entire Yunzhou, he is the one and only one. No servant has ever dared to collide with him like this.

"You bitch, you're looking for death!"

He yelled angrily and stabbed Aao's throat with the tip of his sword.

"Your Majesty!" Chu Zhao said loudly, "Your Majesty, do you still want to let the old lady get better?"

The veins on Murong Xiao's forehead popped out, and the sword tip finally stopped moving forward.

Chu Zhao pinched the sweat on his palms, took a step back, and pulled A'ao away from him.

"Your Majesty, I misunderstood. I heard that this kid is from the frontier. He is very good at raising and controlling horses. I thought he would be useful to Your Majesty, so I came forward to rescue him. I saved him just like I saved the horse. I just didn't want Your Majesty to lose his usefulness." material."

Aao was stunned.

It turned out that in the eyes of the princess, he was no different from a horse.

She named him, just like he named his horse, just to make it easier to remember.

Then she rubbed his head, just like he rubbed the horse's head, just to comfort him?

The young man's dark eyes darkened, and the corners of his mouth drooped.

Murong Xiao silently confronted Chu Zhao, seeming to judge whether her words were true or false.

However, apart from her calmness that was so irritating that it cost her life, he really couldn't see how this ugly woman could cure illnesses.

"You haven't even met the old lady, so why do you think you can cure the old lady's disease?" He asked in a deep voice.

Haven't you seen it?

Chu Zhao was stunned for a moment. Her memory was incomplete and she really didn't know if she had seen the old lady.

"Some diseases don't need to be seen with one's own eyes." She said vaguely, "The old lady's illness doesn't last a day or two. I often hear people in the house talk about it."

"Really?" Murong Xiao sneered, "Since you know about the old lady's disease and know that you can cure it, why have you never mentioned it before?"

This ugly woman had tried so hard to please him in the past. If she could really cure the old lady's illness, she would have used this to invite him to favor her.

Chu Zhao's heart skipped a beat again.

This man is not easy to lie, and what he says makes sense. If she has never mentioned that she can cure diseases before, does it mean that she is not the real Chu Zhao, but another person?

Who is she then?

"Speak, you can't continue making up, can you?" Murong Xiao pressed forward step by step, not giving her a chance to think.

Chu Zhao came back to his senses and sneered: "Your Majesty asked me this. None of you want to see me. Who can I tell you? Even if I say it, can you believe it? For example, now, the old lady is already in pain." I’m going to commit suicide, and the prince won’t even give me any trust, so what else do you want me to say?”

"..." Murong Xiao choked and looked a little embarrassed.

In the past, he really hated Chu Zhao for being a nymphomaniac towards him. Although he could barely tolerate it because of the Chu family's money, he always avoided her and refused to see her.

Occasionally, there would be one or two encounters on a narrow road, and before Chu Zhao could speak, he would impatiently push people away.

"Okay, I will believe you for once." He cleared his throat and suppressed the small apology in his heart, "But let's talk ugly first. If you can't cure the old lady, don't blame me for treating you badly. polite."

Chu Zhao lowered his eyes and looked at the sword in front of him: "The prince is not very polite to me now, is he?"

Murong Xiao gritted his teeth, took back his sword, and ordered the guards who came with him to help her out.

But Chu Zhao refused: "I said, I want to ride in a sedan. I won't go without a sedan!"

Murong Xiao always kept his emotions secret, but for some reason, he couldn't hold back his anger when he heard her speak: "Chu Zhao, don't push yourself too far."

Chu Zhao still looked calm: "Why is the prince so angry? I have to rely on my legs to walk over my injuries. I'm afraid it won't be dawn yet."

"you!"

Murong Xiao took a deep breath, his eyes piercing her like knives, but in the end he didn't say anything, threw away the sword in his hand, bent down and picked her up.

"Hey..." Chu Zhao jumped into the air, and finally there was a trace of emotion on his calm face.

"Shut up, if you dare to say another word, I will kill you!" Murong Xiao warned fiercely.

Chu Zhao had no choice but to shut his mouth silently.

She is now in a state of collapse, and can only endure for the time being. Even if she wants to show off her power and kill people, she has to wait until she recovers from her injuries.

Seeing that she had finally become honest, Murong Xiao snorted with satisfaction, hugged her and went straight to Rongan Hall.

Beiyuan had never seen such a prince before. His eyes widened in shock, and he silently picked up his sword and followed him.

Aao staggered to the door and watched the prince hug the princess and disappear into the night.

The prince is the husband of the princess, and he is just a slave. No matter how worried or angry he is, it will not help.

Once the princess leaves, will she come back again?

What about him? Is it time for him to return to his stable?

……

In Rongan Hall, the old lady was still wailing on the bed.

Su Nuanyu stood at the door, eagerly waiting for the news that Chu Zhao had been stabbed through the heart by the prince's sword.

She even thought about how she would cry to Chu Zhao later. Unexpectedly, a figure flashed outside the courtyard door, and Murong Xiao strode in holding Chu Zhao who was wearing a shroud.

Su Nuanyu was stunned and froze in place.

My lord, didn’t he go to kill Chu Zhao? Why did he bring Chu Zhao over now?

bitch!

That bitch must have played some trick to confuse the prince!

Su Nuanyu clenched her fist hard, and the pain in her little finger almost made her cry out.

She quickly put on an anxious expression and came forward worriedly: "Why is the prince holding my sister? Is my sister's injury more serious? Can I still treat the old lady like this?"

"Let her take a look first." Murong Xiao responded succinctly, carrying Chu Zhao into the house and placing him on the chair in front of the old lady's bed.

Everyone in the room was shocked, but they didn't dare to show it.

The old lady was already unconscious from the pain. Suddenly she saw Chu Zhao sitting in front of her in a shroud with a black face, and she screamed in fright.

"Go away, go away, and beat this ugly guy out!"

Chu Zhao: "..."

The old woman is so annoying, I might as well just love her to death.

But thinking about it, she still had to rely on this old woman to keep her safe, so she had to patiently say: "Old madam, don't worry, wait until I cure your illness, and you can chase me away."

The old lady's face was distorted and she said sharply: "Okay, you cure it, you cure it quickly, if you can't cure it, I will peel off your skin!"

Chu Zhao was too lazy to argue with her and turned to look at the doctor who was kneeling on the ground.

"Bring me your silver needle."

The doctor stood up quickly, took out his silver needle and handed it over.

"Princess, this acupuncture is no better than taking medicine. If you don't do it right, you will die. Are you sure you really know how to do it?"

Chu Zhao rolled his eyes at him, raised the needle with his hand, and inserted the needle into the old lady's Baihui point.

She moved so quickly and neatly that everyone in the room screamed in surprise.

The old lady didn't react at all. She only felt a pain in her scalp as the needle went in.

"Chu Zhao, you vicious woman, do you want my life?"

The old lady cursed loudly and wished she could kill this ugly monster right now.

"Shh!" Chu Zhao calmly signaled her to be silent, "Old madam, don't get angry when performing acupuncture, otherwise the tendons will burst and die."

The old lady's face turned pale with fright, and she froze and did not dare to move any more.

Chu Zhao took the opportunity to insert the second needle.

The doctor from the government raised an objection: "Princess, it's useless to prick these acupuncture points for the old lady's disease. The younger one has already been pricked."

Chu Zhao sneered lightly, raised his hand and inserted the third needle: "Why don't you think that you are useless?"

The doctor's face turned red and he was about to retort when the old lady suddenly let out a sigh: "It seems the pain is lessened."

"Look, you're just useless." Chu Zhao said.

The doctor blushed and shut his mouth.

Murong Xiao looked on coldly from the side and gently rubbed his fingers on the black iron lever.

This ugly woman was just annoying before, but when she picked up the silver needle, the aura around her immediately became stronger, and even her dark face seemed to radiate with confidence.

This feeling is very strange, as if a confused fool suddenly awakens his memory, and everything becomes different.

So, is she still the original Chu Zhao?

Or maybe there is a different soul beneath this ugly skin?