Miraculous doctor Gua concubine pours all over the world

Chapter 169
After waiting for a long time, Jun Zhuoheng couldn't wait for Mu Weining's response.

"Huh?" Without getting a response, Jun Zhuoheng grabbed the tip of Mu Weining's nose helplessly.

"Don't talk yet?"

Mu Yuning slightly raised his eyelids and continued to sleep soundly.

Hearing weak breathing coming from around him, even as Lord Xiao, he could only follow others.

Until his arms were slightly sore.

Mu Yuning woke up from his sleep because of his movements.

She suddenly felt refreshed, and then breathed a long sigh of relief, "It's better to go outside. Although the palace is magnificent, it always makes people feel oppressed, and there are rules everywhere."

"Just got into the carriage, so free."

"Yeah." Jun Zhuoheng snorted dejectedly from behind, "You are free, my king's arm is almost broken by you."

Startled by the voice from behind, Mu Yuning shrank his neck like a little rabbit, and turned his head to look sharply.

On Jun Zhuoheng's sharp-edged face, there was a hint of annoyance.

Mu Yuning hurriedly moved to the side with his waist hooked, and lightly stuck out his tongue, "This banquet is really too exciting. Your lord has a lot, so don't bother with me."

Look at Mu Yuning's brisk look.

Jun Zhuoheng definitely doesn't care about it.

"However." Mu Yuning said stretching his waist, "it's better to go outside, anywhere."

Jun Zhuoheng was leaning on the workshop, wanting to tease others.

But when he glanced over.

Suddenly, accidentally, I saw the glaring red mark on Mu Yuning's hand. This mark is quite large, and it will never be left unless there is great strength.

A gloomy light flashed in his cold eyes.

Immediately leaned over and grabbed Mu Yuning's arm, "What happened?"

Mu Yuning looked at the direction of his hand.

Suddenly remembered what the prince had done.

In order to avoid Jun Zhuoheng's anger, she could only tilt her head and say vaguely, "Nothing really happened? What did this concubine lie to you for?"

"Then how do you explain this!"

Jun Zhuoheng questioned coldly, and at the same time tore off Mu Weining's sleeves in one fell swoop.

His fair skin was exposed to the air, trembling slightly due to the slight cold, and in the middle of the arm, there was a penetrating red mark that was particularly eye-catching.

When Jun Zhuoheng saw the traces of fingers above.

The cold eyes suddenly narrowed, once again oozing danger.

He stared straight at Mu Yuning, obviously needing an explanation.

Mu Yuning started talking nonsense, "Accidentally did it by myself, you know that I always do things like this, I'm confused, my lord, don't you think so?"

Jun Zhuoheng didn't speak, and the oppressive aura on his body gradually increased, and he clearly didn't believe it.

Mu Weining didn't want to say it, but under Jun Zhuoheng's face that was about to kill someone.

She had to throw up her hands in surrender.

"I said yes."

Jun Zhuoheng vaguely sensed who the person behind him was, and he said in a deep tone, "Is that person the crown prince?"

After the prince's coma.

Jun Zhuoheng noticed it, but Mu Weining didn't find it strange.

She twisted her arm to get out of Jun Zhuoheng's control, otherwise, when the two looked at each other, Mu Weining would always have a sense of seeing that she was a prisoner.

"It is indeed the prince."

Jun Zhuoheng raised his eyebrows suddenly, his eyes were suddenly cold, "How dare he?"

Seeing his appearance, Mu Yuning felt deeply.

If he really told the truth, he would have to draw out his blade and go directly to the prince's palace, and immediately solve the prince's life.

"I can talk." Mu Yuning pushed Jun Zhuoheng's hand back, and suggested cautiously, "Don't be angry, let's talk if we have something to say."

Jun Zhuoheng had already clenched his joints tightly when his joints were clear, his face was as black as Bao Gong, his sharp eyes were fixed on Mu Weining, and he said word by word, "Say, what did the crown prince do to you?"

Mu Yuning pursed his lips, and after careful consideration, he finally said, "The prince is drunk."

"And then I started to touch you, didn't I?" Jun Zhuoheng instantly became jealous.

How dare the prince touch his princess?

"Yes."

The situation was urgent at that time, and Mu Yuning didn't remember clearly, "He grabbed my hand and kept saying that he wanted me to be the future princess."

"And you want to be a pair of wild mandarin ducks with me, and play in the water by the lake."

Every time Mu Weining said a word in this life, Jun Zhuoheng's face would turn green an inch.

Wait until she finally finishes.

Jun Zhuoheng had already started to tremble with anger.

How could the prince not be angry if he dared to mess around like this?
Seeing that this person was about to rush out, Mu Yuning quickly grabbed him with his petite body. Although it was difficult, he dragged him back to the carriage.

Panting with white corners of her mouth, she put her hands on Jun Zhuoheng's chest, "Didn't we agree? Don't be angry."

Jun Zhuoheng's chest rose and fell, and he gritted his molars and said, "You persuade me to be magnanimous."

"No." Mu Yuning immediately waved his hands resentfully, "I had already kicked him down, so he has already suffered retribution."

"Isn't this the end?"

Jun Zhuoheng's bottomless pupils suddenly shrank.

This is the end?

This girl is really easy to say.

By this time, he was even more angry with Mu Yuning.

Not only did he not take the initiative to inform, but he also wanted to compromise because of this. This is where he is placed.

His angry breathing gradually became heavy, and finally he didn't say a word at all.

Mu Yuning also knew that he was at fault.

The tone immediately became weak, "Don't be angry, my lord, I want to tell you."

"it is true."

She tried to pull Jun Zhuoheng's hand, but what she got was even colder eyes.

Mu Yuning swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling uneasy in his heart.

The prince is angry, what should he do next?

The carriage finally returned to the mansion.

Jun Zhuoheng got out of the car one step ahead and didn't look back the whole time.

Mu Yuning kept his mouth shut the whole time, and returned to the room in a depressed mood.

I thought Jun Zhuoheng would never show up again.

But when Mu Yuning lifted his sleeves and tried to treat the wound.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Under the moonlight, Jun Zhuoheng's figure became taller and taller, and he still held a few bottles of golden sore medicine in his hand.

"My lord." Mu Yuning immediately stood up happily.

Jun Zhuoheng still had a dead fish face, and forcefully ordered Mu Weining to sit down, and then opened the ointment, "You don't even prepare medicine, what do you call treating a wound?"

Mu Weining didn't respond, but still looked at Jun Zhuoheng with joy, holding her chin with one hand alone, "I knew the prince would not ignore me."

Jun Zhuoheng was still angry, so he naturally refuted stubbornly.

"This king is just afraid that you will die here. At that time, the emperor will suspect that there is a green light on the top of this king's head, which is very ugly." Jun Zhuoheng said viciously, but the movements of his hands were very gentle.

Although this remark sounds ugly.

But Mu Yuning laughed happily.

No, he must be concerned about her.

Because the prince of their family insisted that he didn't care, but when he applied the ointment for her, he was very gentle.

(End of this chapter)