After the prince can read minds, he quietly watched his tricks to commit suicide

Ahem, the handwriting may be a bit girly, but the author really tried his best, so please forgive me, hehe. Note: Purely handwritten! ! !

At noon, when Fang Zhuchen woke up, Chi Nansheng was still asleep, and she touched his lips greedily, as if she was afraid of waking him up.

Seeing that Chi Nansheng showed no signs of waking up, the fondness on his lips became more intense. He tucked the quilt in and made sure that no cold wind would leak out before he slowly got up and dressed.

After leaving the room, Fang Zhuchen waved to Youhan and whispered: "Go and prepare some food to heat up, and prepare more meat. There probably isn't a hot sauce kitchen, so let Youyue go out and look for it."

Nan Sheng's favorite hot sauce was not available here. He fell asleep again and couldn't get it himself. He had to look outside to see if he could find some chili peppers. He should be able to make do with it.

"Yes." Youhan left in response, and Youyue also slipped away quietly.

Fang Zhuchen looked at the door and called out Xuanchu: "Xuanchu."

"My subordinate is here." Xuanchu quickly appeared two steps away from him.

"Is the injury healed?" Fang Zhuchen asked in a deep voice, with a bit of unnaturalness in his tone.

Xuanchu opened his mouth and breathed heavily. For the first time, he didn't answer in time. He even couldn't help but raise his head and looked at Fang Zhuchen in confusion and surprise.

"Cough..." Fang Zhuchen was also embarrassed and pretended to cough softly. Then he straightened his expression and said, "I want to ask if your injury is healed?"

"Uh..." Xuanchu suddenly came to his senses and replied anxiously: "Go back to my master, my subordinate's injury has healed."

"Yes." Fang Zhuchen responded lightly: "Watch it carefully, don't make any mistakes."

"Yes." Xuanchu responded hurriedly, his voice unconsciously tinged with a slight tremor, and even his back felt a little chilly.

Fang Zhuchen didn't say anything more and walked directly out of the courtyard: "Xuanjue, follow me out."

The figure in the darkness flickered, and Xuan Jue had appeared and was following behind.

Xuanchu stared blankly at the leaving figure, Master...

Why is that weird?

For just a moment, he thought he had done something again...

Scared him...

It wasn't until the figure completely disappeared at the entrance of the courtyard that Xuanchu breathed a long sigh of relief and slowly retreated to the door to guard it.

Fang Zhuchen came all the way to Luo Heng's courtyard. Seeing that Fang Zhuchen looked unkind, the guard at the door didn't even dare to say hello. Not only did he not stop him, he silently took a step back.

As for why, don’t ask. If you ask, you’ve experienced too much.

As soon as Fang Zhuchen entered the courtyard, Luo Heng noticed it and quickly came out of the room and blocked the person outside the door, "Achen, why are you here?"

Fang Zhuchen looked at Luo Heng quietly, and his dull gaze made Luo Heng feel a sudden chill in his heart. The next second, Fang Zhuchen withdrew his eyes, as if the moment just now was just his illusion.

"I'm here to take a look. How's his injury? Is it serious?" Fang Zhuchen's tone was the same as usual, and there was no hint of happiness or anger.

Seeing this, Luo Heng turned to look at the room next door: "He just fell asleep, let's go over there and talk."

Fang Zhuchen raised his eyebrows. Very good. It seems that Nan Sheng is right. What does Luo Heng really know? This Qi Jingchuan...

I just don’t know. How much does Luo Heng know?

Or does he just know?

Without revealing it, he followed Luo Heng into the house next door.

After entering the room, the two of them sat down in front of the chessboard. Luo Heng skillfully began to make tea and sift it...

Fang Zhuchen was not in a hurry, so he looked at him quietly, waiting for him to finish his work.

"Try your favorite white tea."

After a long time, Luo Heng handed over a cup of tea with a normal tone.

Fang Zhuchen looked at him meaningfully for a few seconds, then reached out to take it and asked slowly:

"Luo Heng, I heard that you didn't clean Jingchuan's wounds before going to the Death Soldier Camp."

As he spoke, he paused and rubbed the rim of the cup with his fingers intentionally or unintentionally: "What? I am not angry anymore, are you still angry?"

Hearing this, the movements in Luo Heng's hands froze obviously, but he returned to normal in just a moment. The corners of his lips twitched slightly, and there was a bit of self-mockery in his tone.

"A Chen already knows, so why bother?"

Regarding Luo Heng's frankness, Fang Zhuchen seemed not to have expected it. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then tell me, what does this king know?"

Luo Heng raised his eyes and looked directly at Zhuchen's scrutinizing eyes above him, "Achen, if I say that he realized his mistake and that he deliberately did this to bump into the princess and enter the torture chamber, do you believe it?"

"Whose person?" Fang Zhuchen slowly leaned back in his chair and asked the question without answering.

Luo Heng hesitated for a moment and finally replied: "Wei Shenglin."

"Ha..." Fang Zhuchen sneered, looking at Luo Heng with deep disappointment: "What a Wei Shenglin."

Qi Jingchuan is from Wei Shenglin, ha...

He was very angry, but had nowhere to vent, because he was the one who brought Qi Jingchuan back.

It is estimated that Qi Jingchuan's original target should be himself. Any rescue or blocking the sword with his body was all done deliberately.

It's just that later he found that it didn't work for him, so he changed his target to Luo Heng.

No wonder Luo Heng fell so quickly. Qi Jingchuan wanted to be both good-looking and powerful. The most inescapable thing was his careful calculation.

"Are you going to keep him?" Fang Zhuchen closed his eyes and suppressed the anger in his heart, his cold voice carrying a chill.

Luo Heng lowered his eyes and said nothing, his hand on the side of the chessboard clenched into a fist, veins popping out.

Fang Zhuchen didn't push him, he just waited quietly for his reply.

An eerie silence spread in the room. The two looked at each other speechlessly, and only silence spread slowly between them.

It wasn't until the tea had cooled down that Luo Heng raised his eyes to look at Fang Zhuchen again, and asked in a dumb voice, "Achen, I'll be punished for him. How about another month?"

"Hehehehe..."

A low laugh slowly overflowed from Fang Zhuchen's mouth, as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous. Looking into Luo Heng's eyes, the indifference faded away and was replaced by unfamiliarity and disappointment.

"Luo Heng, do you know how many things can happen in one month?"

With a 'bang', the chessboard between the two of them shattered, and Fang Zhuchen couldn't hold back the anger in his heart.

"Are you a three-year-old child? How could such a ridiculous request come out of your mouth?"

"What about your decisiveness in killing in the past? When did the Lord of Luo City, who frightened the world, become so kind to a woman?"

Luo Heng was speechless, but still looked at Fang Zhuchen stubbornly, and said gently: "Achen, if Chuan'er is replaced by Chi Nansheng, what will you do?"

As soon as these words came out, Fang Zhuchen almost instantly stepped forward and pulled up the skirt of Luo Heng's chest with one hand, his voice was cold and hard, and even his whole body was filled with strong murderous intent.

"Luo Heng, this is the last time. Don't challenge my endurance again and again. You can't bear the consequences."

Character picture: Luo Xiaoluo