Was the whole group wiped out in the previous life? Reborn to drag the crippled king into the bridal

Royal Palace.

Chu Xuanchi had a high fever again.

However, repeated high fever has long been normal for him.

It has been like this for the past six months. It gets worse every few days, and he has gotten used to it.

"It's all my fault. I knew my husband was not feeling well, but I still took so long to return home."

Mo Zhaohua was also in a real dilemma. Her mother's divorce was such a big deal, so naturally she wanted to see it with her own eyes.

"Nothing, I am very happy to see that scene, and I like to share this joy with you."

Chu Xuanchi was not a pretentious person. It was just a high fever, which was a trivial matter to him.

Besides, today is better than yesterday. Yesterday I was groggy all the time, my head was splitting, and my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn’t lift them.

At least today he could look at the woman he loved and see her distressed look on his face, and his heart was instantly filled.

His demands are never high. As long as he is given a little care and attention, he will be satisfied and willing to open his heart.

Mo Zhaohua gave him a cold compress again, "My husband, please get better soon. I still need to go visit my grandfather with you."

Chu Xuanchi neither received guests nor participated in palace banquets. He had few opportunities to meet the Duke of Fuguo, and had only met him once at a wedding banquet.

But there were many guests that day and he couldn't say a few words. All I remember is that he was an energetic and sharp-eyed old general.

Today at Wanxiangju, he and Ronghai had a very pleasant conversation, but it was a pity that the time was too short and they did not enjoy the chat to their heart's content.

Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to go to the Fuguogong Mansion, "How about we go there tomorrow?"

Mo Zhaohua made a request, "As long as my husband doesn't have a fever or a headache tomorrow, I will go with him."

"Is the low fever okay?" Although Chu Xuanchi was not a doctor after suffering from illness for a long time, he knew very well that the low fever would not go away tomorrow.

Mo Zhaohua said firmly, "No, if I go, I will have to stay for a day, and my husband's condition will surely relapse by then."

"Stay for a day?" Chu Xuanchi asked speculatively, "What does Zhao Zhao have to do at the Fuguogong Mansion?"

He remembered that a few days before the wedding, she stayed in the Prince of Fuguo's Mansion for three days, and stayed there again for one day a few days later.

Although Yueying was also in the mansion when she stayed there, no one knew what she did because the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren were all in the study.

Mo Zhaohua took off the towel and soaked it again, "Well... there are many things to do, but I can only feel at ease at my grandfather's house."

The Palace of the Duke of Fuguo had been established for many years and was populated by its own people, but the Palace of the Prince of Yu was built by the order of Emperor Wenzong, and the personnel were also arranged by him.

In the entire palace, Chu Xuanchi only brought back a few guards. Mo Zhaohua didn't trust anyone else except them.

People's hearts are so easy to buy. She felt that there must be someone else's spies among them. Since she couldn't tell the difference, she would not trust any of them.

Chu Xuanchi looked at the man twisting the towel sideways, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "It seems that grandpa can give Zhao Zhao a sense of security."

Mo Zhaohua placed the cold handkerchief on his forehead and said, "My husband can do it, because my husband is my heaven."

Chu Xuanchi reached out for her hand and held it tightly, "Zhao Zhao, you are the one I want to protect with my life..."

***

Three days later, August 11th.

Chu Xuanchi's low fever finally subsided completely.

He had just woken up in the morning and couldn't wait to grab Mo Zhaohua's hand and put it on his forehead.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Mo Zhaohua's heart was in his throat, but the touch didn't feel hot at all.

Henry Chu blinked, "No, am I okay now?"

When Mo Zhaohua took his hand back, he took the opportunity to touch his face, "Well... God has mercy on me, the fever has finally subsided."

Chu Xuanchi's deep eyes were filled with anticipation, "Then can we go to the Fuguogong Mansion today?"

Mo Zhaohua looked at him like this, and thought about what he said a few days ago, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, I will ask Pearl and Amber to prepare the gifts later. After breakfast and a short rest, we should be able to set off."

Chu Xuanchi got up and changed his clothes. Wuying used to help him with these things, but after getting married, he did it himself.

So far, he has not asked Mo Zhaohua to change clothes for him, as his legs have become a hurdle that he can never overcome.

"No need for them. I asked Wuying to prepare gifts the day before yesterday. But there is one thing I forgot to give to Zhaozhao."

To make it easier for him to take clothes, the clothes rack was placed at the head of the bed, and he could just stretch out his long arm to get the clothes.

He took the outer robe, took a key from his belt and handed it to Mo Zhaohua, then turned his back to Mo Zhaohua and began to change his clothes.

Mo Zhaohua knew his taboo and deliberately didn't look at him. He took the key and lowered his eyes, "Why did you give me the key?"

Chu Xuanchi moved skillfully, "The key to the warehouse. In the future, when we have favors, Zhao Zhao can just ask someone to go in and pick out gifts."

Mo Zhaohua understood, "It turns out to be the key to the warehouse in the palace. My husband wants me to take charge of the household affairs and manage the palace?"

But if she was given the power of housekeeper, why was she only given the key to the storeroom, but not the account books and cards?

Chu Xuanchi said as if it was natural: "My beloved concubine is the mistress, if you don't take care of her, who will? Are you going to continue to let the housekeeper come?"

"Has the butler always been in charge of the palace before?" Mo Zhaohua became more and more worried about his situation, afraid that he would suffer losses.

Chu Xuanchi changed his clothes and looked handsome again. "Yes, Wuying is too busy to take care of it."

"How come the warehouse key is on my husband?" Mo Zhaohua was puzzled. Could it be that the butler came to ask him for it again because of something?

Chu Xuanchi tied his belt and said, "This is my storeroom, so the key should naturally be with me, but from now on it will be my beloved concubine's storeroom."

Seeing that he was already dressed neatly, Mo Zhaohua stood up and changed her clothes. "I understand. This is the key to my husband's private vault."

"Is there any difference?" Chu Xuanchi watched her get off the ground and change clothes with her back to him. "I'm not sure."

Because of him, Mo Zhaohua didn't let the maid come in to serve him these days when he got up, and did everything by himself.

Mo Zhaohua explained while changing his clothes, "Yes, the storehouse in the mansion is used for daily expenses and interpersonal relationships."

She chuckled as she spoke. This big fool actually handed over the key to the private vault without knowing the reason.

A man's private vault is as important as a woman's dowry. No matter how much Mo Yun doted on Lan Ruyu, he never handed over the key.

Chu Xuanchi sat on the edge of the bed, thinking, "The private vault is for my own use, is this correct?"

"That's right. For example, my dowry can be put into a small warehouse instead of being put into the warehouse, just for me."

Chu Xuanchi understood it thoroughly, "I understand. Everything in that private vault will belong to Zhao Zhao from now on. You can use it as you like."

Mo Zhaohua returned the key to him, "Keep it, my husband. Zhao Zhao has her own storehouse, and my husband should also have his own storehouse..."

Chu Xuanchi didn't answer. "I don't know how to take care of it. Don't worry about leaving it to Zhao Zhao. Besides, isn't mine Zhao Zhao's?"

Mo Zhaohua smiled and said, "Then what belongs to me is also my husband's..."

Henry Chu shook his head, "No, what's yours is only yours, just like what's your mother-in-law's, it will always belong to you."

Mo Zhaohua teased him, "In this case, your husband will have nothing left. Doesn't he have to rely on Zhao Zhao for support?"

Chu Xuanchi asked with a smile, "Then is Zhao Zhao willing to be your husband?"

Mo Zhaohua suddenly leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Raise, I will raise you for my whole life, and make you fat and white."