Xuanyuan Ze suddenly raised his head, with a face as pale as a dead man, a pair of dark golden eyes full of anger, glaring at Xuanyuan Hong fiercely, his voice was extremely weak: "It's not you who is angry! The third elder...you...
…You are very kind!”
Why?
As if a bolt of thunder struck from the sky, Xuanyuan Hong was stunned and was reduced to coke.
What is this situation?
Is he angry? What does it have to do with him?
He was the one who was really angry to death just now, right? The Sixth Prince was...
The imperial doctor's expression suddenly became serious. He stared at Xuanyuan Hong coldly and reprimanded: "Third Elder, for the sake of the health of the sixth prince, please change a carriage!"
With that said, the imperial doctor stepped forward, helped Xuanyuan Ze lie down on a couch in the carriage, and wiped the blood from his lips.
Xuanyuan Hong's face turned green and red, the muscles on his face spasmed, and his hands unclenched and clenched. In the end, he finally let out a cold snort, pushed open the door of the carriage angrily, jumped out, and got on the other side.
A carriage.
Seeing Xuanyuan Hong leaving, Ling Luo finally couldn't bear it any longer and burst into laughter with a "poof" sound.
Really, it almost caused her internal injuries.
Ze, this guy's acting level, if he dares to be ranked second, no one really dares to be ranked first.
Xuanyuan Ze turned his head, gave Ling Luo a sharp blow, and snorted coldly: "Why are you laughing? If it weren't for you two, would this prince have made such a big sacrifice?"
It’s been a long time since I’ve pretended to be so sick, and I’m not as comfortable as before.
Xuanyuan Yu's lips curled up slightly, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes fixedly looked at his naughty brother, and smiled: "Thank you very much, Ze, otherwise I would have been sitting in a carriage with that old guy along the way. I don't know.
You have to be so patient."
"Humph~ That means you still have some conscience, brother." Xuanyuan Ze sat up, pulled the brocade handkerchief from the imperial doctor's hand, and casually wiped the blood on his palms and corners of his lips.
"Ye Zhong, what is this blood made of? Why does it taste weird?"
The young imperial doctor bowed his head respectfully and said, "Master, this blood is made of pig blood."
"Ugh—" Xuanyuan Ze felt nauseated, his face turned pale, and he almost vomited on the spot, "Did you make a mistake? You gave your master pig's blood to me. This is simply disgusting!"
Ye Zhong was short in stature and had a very delicate face. After being scolded by Xuanyuan Ze, his face immediately turned red with embarrassment like a girl.
Ling Luo suddenly realized: "It turns out you are one of our own, and you guys colluded."
The smile on Xuanyuan Yu's lips did not diminish as he explained: "Yes, Ye Zhong has been with Ze since eight years ago and is his exclusive physician."
Xuanyuan Ze poured a cup of tea and gargled his mouth vigorously. With a disheveled look on his face, he glared at Ling Luo with great disgust and muttered: "Broom star."
"..."
Well, what if we just let him complain a few words. Ling Luo sighed helplessly.
"There are still six or seven days before we can reach the Imperial City." Xuanyuan Yu's eyes drifted out of the window.
"So fast?" Ling Luo was a little surprised.
When she was in the library tower, she had studied the territory of the Jialan Empire. Its area accounted for 90% of the entire continent. The distance from Xijiu to Jialan would have taken more than half of the distance traveled by a normal carriage.