cold heart prince

Chapter 75

After Wenxiu was injured by Tong He'an, he was sent back to his own Junxiang Tower. Tong Kexin came to Wenxiu's room nervously and excitedly, holding the ginseng tea. Although he heard what his father said, he still felt somewhat suspicious , but no matter what, she had to give it a try.

She knocked on the door, but she didn't hear any sound from inside, she was relieved a little, fortunately Zhuo Tong was not there, if he was, she really didn't know how to dismiss him, it was so strange, she was obviously a slave, but she kept swaying towards her She looked pale, but she couldn't do anything to him, not to mention his high martial arts skills, but because Zhuo Tong was the prince's personal bodyguard and only obeyed the prince's orders.

Tong Kexin didn't push the door open in a hurry, she put the tray with ginseng tea on the corridor, a strange smile appeared on her mouth, and took out a dagger from her bosom, the sharp blade had a cold look White light, dazzling.

The dagger gently slid across her snow-like skin, and the bright red blood flowed out impressively. Tong Kexin hurriedly put her hand on top of the bowl to let the blood drip into it.She was afraid that the effect of one drop would not be understood, so she made a big cut on purpose.

Zhuo Tong, who had just returned to the Junxiang Tower, bumped into this move, because Tong Kexin turned his back to him and didn't notice anyone approaching.

until……

"What are you doing?" Zhuo Tongjun frowned, his disgust evident.

"Ah..." Tong Kexin was terrified by the sudden voice, her hand shook, and the tray she just picked up fell to the ground with a "bang", and the porcelain bowl made a crisp sound of shattering.

Tong Kexin stared at the ginseng tea that had been spilled all over the floor in a daze, only one step away, as long as the prince drank it, it would be a success.

Suddenly, she raised her eyes, with raging fireworks burning at the bottom of her eyes, quickly hid the dagger in her cuff, and accused: "Zhuo Tong, are you a wandering soul? You don't make a sound when you walk, and you are so courageous that you dare to scare me behind your back. In the palace, I am the master after all, and you are just a servant no matter what."

Hearing this, Zhuo Tong's eyes suddenly became gloomy and cold, with a sharp light shining in his eyes, staring at Tong Kexin fiercely, Tong Kexin felt as if he was being troubled by his cold stare, and his momentum was immediately reduced by half, although he was not reconciled, All he could do was stomp his feet angrily and leave angrily.

Huansuyuan

Tong Kexin angrily threw the dagger in his sleeve on the table: "Damn it!" The loud noise startled Chuhe.

"Miss, who made you angry."

"It's not that annoying slave Zhuo Tong. I was only a little bit close to making the prince drink it. Who would have thought that he suddenly appeared behind me, and I was so shocked that I couldn't hold myself steady and fell all over."

"Miss, it's okay, isn't there half a pack of medicine left? We can look for another chance." Chu He put away the dagger on the table and the open half pack of medicine powder, comforting.

"That's the only way to go." Tong Kexin sighed secretly, gnashing her teeth with hatred for Zhuo Tong. Ever since she was a child, no slave dared to treat her like this.

"Just wait, as long as the prince drinks it, he will be the one to take orders when the time comes, and he will be the first to clean up."

A figure flashed behind the screen, and the conversation between the two just now floated into my ears verbatim.

Zhuo Tong lowered his head, pushed the door and entered. In the room, Wenxiu was holding the wine jar as usual, ignoring the injuries on his body, Zhuo Tong walked over and took the wine from his hand.

"How long are you going to drink?" There was a faint anger in the deep voice, and it was the first time that it was so low.

As long as he thinks of her death, his heart will be pierced like a knife. Her voice and smile are still in his mind. She smiled and said to her:
I have long regarded you as a friend, not a slave.

"Give me the wine!" Wenxiu struggled to snatch the wine jar back from Zhuo Tong's hand.

Zhuo Tong flicked his hand outwards, and the wine jug drew an arc in the air, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"If the prince wants the concubine to die unjustly, you can continue to live like this, if you think you are worthy of her." Zhuo Tong glanced to one side and said sullenly.

"I..." Wenxiu was speechless, Zhuo Tong's words, like a blow to the head, made him sober up a lot.

He was only immersed in the pain of losing her, ignoring everything else. He promised to find out the real culprit. He said he would punish Tong Qianming. He also said that he would be with her and never let her be alone.

Wen Xiu raised his head suddenly and stared at him: "Zhuo Tong, you must hate me in your heart, right? If I hadn't locked her up, the firewood room wouldn't have caught fire."

"My lord is serious. I understand that you did this to protect her."

"But I still indirectly killed her." He thought that if he followed the poisoner's wishes and locked up Yiyi, he would no longer have the idea of ​​framing her.

"The real murderer has not been caught yet, so the prince will let them get away with it?"

As soon as Zhuo Tong finished speaking, he heard movement outside the door, and when he turned his head to look, a flying bomb flew straight towards them with a "swish" sound, staring straight at the pillar.

The two looked at each other, Zhuo Tong got up and pulled out the flying plaster, with the nails on it and the folded paper, he took it off and handed it to Wenxiu.

He unfolded the note, which read: Be careful Tong Kexin, there is something wrong with the food delivered.

Seeing this, Zhuo Tong suddenly thought of what happened to her just now, and he was indeed a little suspicious, and said: "Although I don't know who sent the letter, I think it's better for the prince to be careful."

Wenxiu stood up, lit the note, and nodded: "Well, I understand."

(End of this chapter)