The prince is sick: the doctor waits for the prince

Chapter 170
The air in the hall condensed, and Shuxiang looked at Cheng Zichu with bated breath, as if he could feel the fine beads of sweat streaming down his forehead.

"How is he?" Shuxiang spoke again, but even her voice began to tremble.

Cheng Zichu lowered his head and scratched his head with his index finger: "This..."

He raised his head to see Shuxiang's firm eyes, then quickly lowered his head, looking very embarrassed.

He murmured: "Even though Brother Huang has woken up, he is often in a trance and his condition is very bad."

Shuxiang knew very clearly that this was the poison gradually eroding his heart, he was already so dangerous, but now he was separated from him.

Shuxiang took a deep breath and barely stood still.Keep your voice steady: "...I want to go to the imperial capital."

No matter how serious the injury is on her body, she has to go to see him. She thinks that she has learned almost the art of the piano and believes that she will be able to make him heal.

Looking at Cheng Zichu in a blink of an eye, he saw some confusion on his face.

"But……"

Shuxiang didn't understand why Cheng Zichu hesitated at this moment, it was clear that this matter could already be decided.

"what happened?"

Cheng Zichu looked away looking at Shuxiang, looking embarrassed.

Suddenly, a bad premonition arose in her mind. Sure enough, after turning around, Cheng Zichu walked a few steps maturely, and sighed with a deep look.

"Oh, what should I say about this matter." He paused, turned around to look at Shuxiang, and reminded, "The queen may not be satisfied with you."

There are so many reasons for this, and Cheng Zichu doesn't know how to explain it.In short, brother Huang likes the girl in front of him, Cheng Zichu thinks it will be fine.

But when he saw Shuxiang's face changed, he instantly felt that he had said something wrong.

He turned around and scolded himself quietly once or twice, then turned around again, leaning in front of Shuxiang, as if he wanted to make up for his mistakes.

Scholar comforted with a hippie smile: "But it's okay, there is an imperial sister, the queen loves her the most."

Just like in the past, if he got into any trouble, as long as Cheng Zijin was present, he could always save himself from danger.

So Huangjie can be said to be synonymous with Cheng Zichu's protection.

But Shuxiang is different from Cheng Zichu, he may have Cheng Zijin, but she has nothing.Without relatives, without identity, all the once precious things are gone one by one.

But no matter what, Shuxiang must strengthen this belief, "But I am Zijiang's wife after all, and I want to find him."

Considering that Shuxiang was still injured, Cheng Zichu dissuaded her seeing her in such a hurry.

"Sister-in-law, it won't be of much use if you go there?" He reasoned concisely, "I don't even know how to cure the poison."

Scholar only felt confused when he heard this.

It seems that Cheng Zichu still doesn't understand that the most important thing to detoxify is her soul-absorbing piano technique.

So, Shuxiang told him generously: "The Art of Desperate Qin is in my hands."

Cheng Zichu was surprised, as if he didn't believe it.

He asked again as if he didn't understand, "Sister-in-law Huang, what did you just say?"

She said it again without being stingy: "The soul-hunting piano technique is in my hands."

It took him a while to react, "Then I'll go prepare a car for Mrs. Huang now."

Originally, he wanted to run out of the hall excitedly, but as if he remembered something, he immediately pretended to be serious and mature.

In order to cultivate his majesty, Cheng Zichu was quite serious.

(End of this chapter)