Help! The innocent prince always tries to seduce me clumsily

......

While his consciousness was blurred and chaotic, the memories of his past life and this life were mixed together, as if a grand drama was being performed in his mind, with a gorgeous stage tied with red ribbons and only one audience member sitting in the audience.

Realistic sounds and smells appear before your eyes, and the feeling seems to instantly pull you into the scene.

Chu Shitong looked at the scene in front of him in confusion.

It was late at night.

The layout here seems to be in East Fifth Building, but it is not the East Fifth Building where Chu Shitong lived before.

There is a newly planted pear tree in the yard, and its bark has not yet shown any wrinkles of time.

There were two people sitting at a stone table under the pear tree. Chu Shitong couldn't see their appearance clearly, but from the vague voices coming from them, he could tell that they were two men.

One of them has an older voice, while the other has a more childish voice, but one can tell that they both have an extraordinary steadiness.

On summer nights, the wind always feels cool and refreshing.

Chu Shitong always felt that this scene was particularly familiar, and the young man gave him the feeling that he was Chu Shixuan.

When Chu Shitong first moved to East Fifth Institute, Chu Shixuan was only ten years old.

The two of them talked for a long time under the tree with candles.

A little head suddenly popped up from the door of the backyard. It had disheveled hair and was wearing a clean, snow-white undergarment. It looked furtively into the yard again and again.

The fatal sense of familiarity made Chu Shitong subconsciously feel that the thief-like little ball was like himself.

The two people in front of the stone table seemed to have noticed the appearance of the little girl, and their eyes fell on her sneaky figure.

Until the young man stood up and walked towards the little ball behind the door, the other party was so scared that he immediately hid behind the door.

Chu Shitong tried hard to see the two people clearly, but her confused memory never allowed her to have a choice, and the situation suddenly turned around.

There was thunder and heavy rain, and the moisture in the air hit me in the face.

Chu Shitong saw the little girl standing at a three-way intersection holding an umbrella taller than herself. A boy about her age was sitting on a rock under the umbrella. The boy's figure was dull, his clothes and shoes were soaked by the rain, and he didn't move at all, like a lifeless building block doll.

The little girl stood on the stone, and the umbrella shielded the rain from their heads.

It was so dark that the two of them didn't even have a lantern.

But the little dumpling seemed very happy, opening and closing his mouth as if he had endless things to say.

The young man next to him was stunned and didn't even give a perfunctory response, but this did not affect the little dumpling's interest.

Chu Shitong wanted to walk into the rain to see what they looked like, but the next moment the world was spinning again.

The extremely familiar scene is the Luhua Palace.

The elegant woman on the high seat looked at the little girl kneeling on the floor with a nonchalant and cold gaze.

This time, Chu Shitong saw it clearly.

The person kneeling is me.

Chu Shitong didn't even need to think about it. It must be the scene of her making mistakes and being punished when she was young. She couldn't even remember which one of the countless times she was punished this was.

He just stared blankly at the empty and magnificent palace, the lofty Yun Xiangrong, and the once weak self who was always humble and helpless.

I felt a dull pain in my body.

It was the back, covered with burning and painful whip marks.

It was the neck, and the purple bruises left by the hands being clenched tightly.

It was the cheek, with a swollen and bleeding slap mark.

It was the legs that were being beaten mercilessly by the heavy wooden planks.

It was as if real pain came all at once, and for a moment, Chu Shitong didn't know where it hurt.

Maybe it hurts nowhere, or it hurts everywhere.

The sea water surged up and slowly filled the scene before her eyes. She closed her eyes deeply, feeling as if her lungs were being squeezed and she couldn't breathe.

There was a rustling sound accompanied by the chirping of cicadas in his ears, and only when his sense of smell could smell the relieved fragrance of flowers did Chu Shitong dare to open his eyes and look at what was in front of him.

On a hot afternoon, two young boys of similar age were lying on a white jade mat under a locust tree. One of them, dressed elegantly and with loose hair, was holding an ingenious wooden leaf windmill in his hand, the leaves of which were turning with the rustling wind.

The two of them talked and laughed as they stared at such a monotonous little windmill.

At the edge of the white jade mat, there was a row of bamboo cages, in which were placed various kinds of katydids, which kept chirping.

The scene suddenly changed.

The icy cold surrounded her, and the endless water around her pulled her back, not letting her leave.

The water poured into my mouth, nasal cavity, and lungs, and every breath I took was accompanied by a tearing pain.

She tried helplessly to call for help, but couldn't even make a sound.

She could only slowly sink to the bottom of the sea, and the endless darkness pulled her into the abyss.

The severe pain made Chu Shitong's head split. At the moment when he could no longer bear it, the scene finally changed.

It was raining heavily outside the window and the two people were rolling around inside the house.

The young boy was as handsome as a demon, with a blush on his face and lost desire in his eyes. The girl with loose long hair gently lifted his chin and said something in a superior manner. The desire in the boy's eyes became stronger, and he couldn't help swallowing.

......

Familiar memories played out one after another, and Chu Shitong gradually understood the scenes on the stage.

This seems like my whole life.

The further back in time goes, the clearer the memory becomes, but Chu Shitong can no longer remember many of his earliest childhood memories.

It seems that there is no need to remember it at this time.

-

The eighth day of September.

Jingzhou, inn.

When Chu Shixuan arrived, Gu Qiushui had just walked out of the house with an old man with a white beard.

Seeing Chu Shixuan, Gu Qiu Shui bowed slightly distantly.

"Your Highness King Kite."

Chu Shixuan nodded, "How is Xiaoqi? Hasn't he woken up yet?"

"Not yet." Gu Qiushui said, "My master estimates that it will take a few days for His Royal Highness Prince Qi to wake up."

Chu Shixuan's gaze fell on the white-bearded old man next to Gu Qiu Shui. The old man was very old, his beard and hair were all gray, and he was dressed simply, but the aura he exuded was definitely not that of an ordinary person.

When Chu Shitong was assassinated this time, it was Gu Qiu Shui who rushed to take the old man to Chu Shitong for treatment.

Chu Shixuan bowed and said, "Thank you very much for the help of this doctor. If my seventh brother's life is not in danger, I will give you a thank you gift."

The white-bearded old man snorted coldly and said, "I don't lack anything. Your Highness King Yuan should stop working. If my apprentice hadn't dragged me all the way here, I would not have saved you, the nobles of the palace."

Chu Shixuan didn't care about the old man's impolite attitude.

"You still have to give me a thank you gift. I can't let you make this long journey."

Gu Qiushui said, "If His Royal Highness Prince Yuan is here to see His Royal Highness Prince Qi, then please go in. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been guarding His Royal Highness Prince Qi for two whole days, and finally fell asleep early in the morning. Now only Bishui is waiting on him in the room."

"Thank you."

Chu Shixuan entered the house.

Gu Qiu Shui led the old man in white downstairs.

The old man in white kept muttering to himself all the way.

"Master has already said that Medicine King Valley will not save the royal nobles, but you insist on getting involved with these people. Haven't you seen that they are trying to cryptically explain their words? If they are dragged into the fight for the throne, won't the reputation of Medicine King Valley over the years be ruined in an instant?"

"Aiya." Gu Qiushui followed the old man and said in a gentle voice, "Isn't it because Chu Shitong saved my life? After all, I am the master's only disciple. If it weren't for Chu Shitong, I would have been chased and hacked to death in the street."

The white-bearded old man glared at her, "That's because you saved people blindly! You provoked those local corrupt officials for no reason! How could I be so blind to teach you such a troublesome apprentice!"

Gu Qiu Shui laughed dryly twice, pulled out a chair for the old man with a flattering look and asked him to sit down, then served him tea and water attentively.

"Master, can Chu Shitong really survive? She has been in a coma for seven or eight days. Why do I feel so desperate?"

The white-bearded old man took a sip of tea and said calmly, "He deserved to die. The arrow pierced his body directly, and the wound got infected when it was exposed to the rain. In addition, he caught a cold on a rainy night and developed a high fever. If he hadn't used the Jade Dew Qiongxin Pill to keep himself alive while waiting for me to come, he would have gone to hell long ago."

After saying that, he let out a somewhat regretful "tsk".

"This is the first time in my life that I have truly witnessed the miraculous effects of the Jade Dew Qiongxin Pill. In the end, I used it to treat this girl. What a waste."

Gu Qiu Shui immediately covered the white-bearded old man's mouth and looked around in panic.

Fortunately, after Chu Shitong got into trouble, everyone in the inn was taken over by Chu Shitong's people. Otherwise, if other people heard this and the rumors spread, it would be fatal.

"Shhhhh!" Gu Qiu Shui said, "Master! Don't say that! This is not something that others can hear!"

The white-bearded old man pushed her hand away with disgust.

"Okay, I get it. I'm not a gossipy person. Didn't she save your life? This time you've repaid her. As the seventh prince, she's not only in the process of vying for the throne, but also has a complicated identity. You should cut off contact with her as soon as possible."

Gu Qiu Shui then sat down and sighed.

"I thought so at first, but after a few contacts, I found Chu Shitong quite interesting. She appears to be well-behaved in the court, but in fact, her influence has spread all over Beiqing. She is far more capable than imagined. She has been able to hide herself for so many years without showing her edge. This is also a rare strength."

"Then you are not allowed to participate in the fight for the throne." The old man with a strong beard said, "Don't forget the rules of Medicine King Valley. I didn't want to bother with you because she saved your life. From now on, you are not allowed to have any contact with her."

Gu Qiushui asked reluctantly, "I know that Medicine King Valley has this rule, but Master, why is this? Don't you want the reputation of Medicine King Valley to be recognized by the royal family? Then everyone in the world will know about our Medicine King Valley, and it will be lively in the future."

"Hmph." The white-bearded old man showed disdain on the surface, but the deep meaning in his eyes was immeasurable. "My Medicine King Valley needs their approval? There is nothing good in Master Chu's family. Don't ask such stupid questions in the future. If your master tells you to have less contact with them, then have less contact with them. Can your master still harm you?"

"Okay, I see."

Gu Qiu Shui always felt that there was something that her master was unwilling to tell her.

"By the way, Master, the Crown Prince's injury should be fine, right? The medicine you gave me should be able to completely remove the scar."

On the rainy night when Chu Shitong was assassinated, Si Jingli was also assassinated.

The other party seemed to know that Si Jingli was in the inn where Chu Shitong was, so he attacked Si Jingli.

Fortunately, Si Jingli himself had good martial arts skills, and Chu Shitong would leave behind many secret guards to protect him every time before leaving. This allowed Si Jingli to only suffer minor skin injuries under the opponent's heavy attacks.

But the injury was only on the arm, leaving a long bloodstain on the perfect white skin. Si Jingli was sad for a long time in the inn because he was afraid of leaving a scar.

It was not until the seriously ill and unconscious Chu Shitong was sent to the hospital that Si Jingli forgot about his injury and stayed by Chu Shitong's side.

Si Jingli had been guarding Chu Shitong these past few days, almost day and night, and hadn't been able to eat for several days. He watched helplessly as the usually arrogant and proud beautiful prince became visibly haggard and thinner.

The old man with white beard said: "It's just a shallow knife wound, what's the big deal? After using my medicine, it's impossible to leave a scar."

Gu Qiu Shui was busy flattering him.

"Master is so awesome!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Go and make the medicine! Do you want that girl to die in bed?"

"Didn't you just say that everything would be fine?"

"She has to take medicine. What good medicine can those servants make? If she dies, it will ruin my reputation. You go in person."

"alright."

......

At the same time, the news of the assassination of Chu Shitong and Si Jingli reached the capital.

Because Chu Shitong did not arrive on the originally scheduled date.

There was no news of any departure, so Chu Shiyu personally ordered people to check, and then received a letter from Chu Shixuan, saying that he had been assassinated.

The assassin not only attacked Chu Shitong and Chu Shixuan, but also Si Jingli.

Chu Shixuan was fine, and Si Jingli only suffered minor skin injuries, but Chu Shitong was seriously injured and unconscious.

As soon as the news reached the capital, Chu Shiyu was furious. He immediately sent people to Jingzhou to investigate the matter and also found many imperial doctors to come and treat Chu Shitong.

The imperial physician arrived in a hurry, but after just taking Chu Shitong's pulse, he became confused. They even thought that Chu Shitong's pulse was already dead.

Gu Qiu Shui happened to come over with her master, and she was able to save her life.

Chu Shixuan sent the imperial physician back to the capital. After returning, the imperial physician reported Chu Shitong's detailed condition. The matter was completely confirmed and spread throughout the capital overnight.

It is said that His Royal Highness Prince Qi was retaliated against because of his investigation into tax corruption, and now his life is hanging by a thread, and he may die in the next hour.

Chu Shiyu felt relieved when he heard that a miraculous doctor had saved Chu Shitong's life.

......

Prince Yu's Mansion.

"Snapped!!!"

A teacup was smashed hard on the black-clad man's head, the porcelain fragments shattered and splashed with blood.

The person who threw the teacup was Chu Shifeng, and the person who was hit was the black-clothed man who led the Jingzhou incident and was also the one who shot an arrow through Chu Shitong's abdomen.

"Did this king ask you to take action against King Qi?!"

Chu Shifeng questioned angrily, the anger in his eyes almost spreading to the sky.

The man in black lowered his head with blood all over his face and said, "Prince Qi listened to Prince Yuan's words and asked the Royal Guards to come over. I am afraid that His Highness Prince Qi will ruin Your Highness's plan."

After hearing his explanation, Chu Shifeng stood up and kicked the man in black out, almost making him vomit blood.

Chu Shifeng's expression was ferocious and terrifying, and the sinister look in his eyes was filled with murderous intent because of his burning anger, as if he had turned into an evil spirit from hell.

"Is this the reason you gave me?"