After traveling through time, I became a thorn in the eyes of the sickly prince

The setting sun in the west was as cold and blood-red, as if specially designed for this battle.

This fight allowed An Muxi to see what a battle between masters looked like. In his eyes, Dong Feng and others were already unfathomable, but in front of the man in black, it seemed like they were only able to end up in a draw.

Seeing that the two groups were in a stalemate, the escorting officer Du Gang drew the whip from his waist, rushed into the battle circle, and whipped the men in black left and right, aiming at their vital points. Soon the enemies were crying out in pain.

Every time he swung the whip, some dead leaves on the tree fell down. Mu Xi was stunned. Du Gang clearly didn't hit the tree, so how did the leaves fall down? No wonder he was the escorting officer, he was such a great martial arts master.

After fighting for a while, the men in black were beaten back, and Dongfeng and others were injured to varying degrees. They glanced at Prince Duan's prison car in the distance and saluted to Du Gang and other officials.

"Thank you, sir. My prince's safety is in your hands!!!"

Du Gang did not respond. He wrapped the whip around his waist again and waved his hand behind him, "Keep going. We should try to get to the post station before dark, otherwise we will have to stay in the wild."

The prison van started moving again.

An Muxi endured the irritability and pain brought by the bumps, leaned against the wall of the prison car, and glanced at the focused faces of Dongfeng, Xifeng and others with a look of despair. For some reason, he didn't want to talk. He looked at Prince Duan and found that he closed his eyes tightly, his eyeballs moved restlessly, and his breathing was heavy.

She reached out her hand to touch Prince Duan's forehead, and it was indeed frighteningly hot. "Prince, do you have a fever?" With her other hand, she pulled up the quilt and tucked the corner of the quilt under her shoulders. If this man died, given Queen Dowager Chu's character, she would definitely let him be buried with him.

Prince Duan rested his cheek on Mu Xi's hand, feeling the comfort brought by the coolness.

An Muxi sat up, took out the medicine bottle from his sleeve, unscrewed it, poured out two white tablets, and stuffed them into Prince Duan's mouth, "Prince, take the medicine, the fever will go down in a while!!!"

Hearing Mu Xi's voice, Prince Duan opened his eyes slightly and rolled his Adam's apple vigorously a few times, but the pill seemed to still be in his mouth.

Mu Xi opened the bundle beside Prince Duan and found that in addition to a medicine box, there were also spare clothes and cakes. Looking at another bundle, there were Prince Duan's whip, Concubine Xiao's spirit tablet, a rope and a water bag.

He took out the water bag, smelled it, and after finding out there was nothing wrong with it, he handed it to Prince Duan, "Prince, drink some water!" No matter what, since the prince had protected him even when he saw him being beaten, this could be considered as repaying the favor.

Prince Duan drank half a bag in one breath, as if he had been thirsty for a long time. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around. "The sun is setting in the west. We have been walking for a whole day?" a low and hoarse voice said.

Mu Xi did not respond. He took the water bag, put the stopper on it, put it in his bag, and then took out the pastries from the bag and handed them to Prince Duan.

Prince Duan took the cake and stuffed it into his mouth. After eating a few pieces, he found that Mu Xi was looking at the sunset in the distance with an expressionless face.

"Why don't you eat Xi'er?"

"It tastes bad!"

Prince Duan put down the bag and said, "When I am well again, I will hunt game for you!"

"You can get out."

"Ok!"

"Your Highness, we can't keep Princess Xiangxiang. She wants to kill me!" For some reason, Long Qianxue felt upset when she thought of her.

"Well, I will inform Dongfeng!!!"

When it was dark, the carriage finally arrived at the post station.

Prince Duan was carried into the house by Du Gang and others.

Mu Xi went to the toilet, took out his backpack from the space, and was taken to Prince Duan's room by the officials. There were six officials sitting on the ground at the door.

Everyone stared at the backpack in Muxi's hand, not understanding who gave it to her. This time, escorting the prisoners, the brothers really trampled on their self-esteem. They didn't dare to hit or scold them. What's more annoying is that the prisoners slept on the bed and they had to guard the door.

When I entered the house, I found that the layout was very simple, with a table, a bed and a flickering oil lamp.

There were two bowls of hot noodles on the table, each with a handful of diced meat and green leaves underneath.

Seeing the diced meat and vegetable leaves, An Muxi quickly put down his backpack, picked up the tray, came to the bed, pulled over a chair, and put the tray on the chair, "Prince, it's time to eat noodles!"

Prince Duan struggled to move to the bedside, raised his head and looked at An Muxi. He found that her face was extremely dirty and there were traces of tears on her face. He hadn't seen her smile all day.

Mu Xi sat on the chair, picked up her noodles, avoided Prince Duan's scrutinizing eyes, and couldn't wait to pick up the diced meat and vegetable leaves and put them into her mouth. The aroma of meat immediately spread. It had been a long time since she had eaten meat, and her body had no dopamine secreted.

After eating the diced meat, I picked up a mouthful of hot noodles and put it into my mouth. My stomach felt warm and my body felt warm.

Prince Duan pushed the bowl and said, "All the meat is for you. I like light food!"

"This portion is enough for me. You bleed a lot, so eat more meat to replenish your blood. Oh, and I have some silver. Ask them to buy more meat to take with them. We can eat it on the road!!!"

"Okay! I'm just afraid they might not be so kind!" Prince Duan picked up the noodles in the bowl and put them into his mouth.

"What's the meaning???"

"Queen Mother Chu wishes that the king would die immediately, so they dare not help. There are a few unfriendly eyes here, Xier, be careful!!!"

"What? How come I didn't see that?" Mu Xi stopped chewing and lowered his voice. "We have behaved like this, but they are still not satisfied. Do they have to kill us to stop?"

Prince Duan picked up the bowl and took a sip of soup. "They are the people arranged by the Chu family. If I kill Chu Shixun and Chu Shijie, the Chu family will not give up so easily!"

An Muxi stopped talking. He felt that the noodles in his mouth no longer tasted good. Living in peace now seemed to be a luxury. He wondered if he would get better day by day.

The two of them finished their noodles quickly.

Prince Duan moved his body to the bed, and his anklet made a heavy sound. "Xi'er, go look in the mirror, and then help me change the medicine!"

"What's wrong with my face?" Mu Xi put two bowls on the table, ran to the bronze mirror, and found that he had turned into a big tabby cat!

"It's so dirty, why did you say it now?"

"I see you haven't eaten for a day!"

Coming to the basin, Muxi washed his face and hands, took off the bloody prison uniform, revealing his snow-white undershirt.

He took out his own medicine box and the trauma medicine given by the prince and went to the bedside.

Looking at the familiar medicine box, Prince Duan looked tense and moved closer to the bed.

"Take off all your pants!"

Thinking of his injured part, Prince Duan felt his ears burning. He was silent for a moment and uttered a word with difficulty.

"Ok!"