"What do you think?"

Zhao Weiran suddenly felt a chill on his back. He could imagine Mu Yuan's face at this moment without looking back.

"Prince, when are you..."

Mu Yuan lowered his eyes and stared at her, and said with a sudden smile:

"Seeing that you have a great time talking, I can't bear to disturb you!"

Why can't you bother me?

Mu Yuan raised his chin and said:

"I didn't expect that the fourth brother and the princess are so close together. It's so rare. I am so happy for you."

Mu Ying's pupils shrank and she smiled in panic:

"Zhiyin is not considered a person, sister Weiran and I are just..."

"Okay," Mu Yuan interrupted him, and the smile on his face suddenly collapsed.

"What else do you have to say about it in another day? Princess, come with me."

"ha?"

He pulled him forward, and Zhao Weiran's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

"Prince, where are you going?"

Mu Yuan was in a state of anger at this moment, and never looked down at her and said in a deep voice:

"Zhao Weiran, do you know how to write the word 'duty'?"

Then do you know how to write the word "being a human being"?

“I didn’t do anything…”

"As the third princess, you are in public and politely following the man, are you afraid that this king will not be laughed at?"

Mu Yuan suddenly stopped and stared at her with a bright look.

Zhao Weiran shrugged, "Where is there? Isn't it okay?"

"you!"

Zhao Weiran was about to stare at him, and he couldn't help but curl his lips, thinking that the male protagonist was too unreasonable. He was flirting with his concubine and didn't let her see others. What's his mentality?

Mu Yuan stared at the person who was watching like a knife, and said in a rare tone with anger and resentment:

"Zhao Weiran, how much you care about before, how careless you are now. Are you losing your memory or changing your mind?"

Zhao Weiran's pupils shrank and his speech was immediately frustrated.

Mu Yuan's Adam's apple moved, and just as he was about to speak, Zhao Weiran saw a black shadow on his back approaching quickly, and subconsciously blurted out:

"careful!"

I saw an armor-breaking arrow flying straight towards Mu Yuan's back ridge. The sharp pyramid head reflected a dazzling cold light under the sunlight, which made people's heart tremble.

"Does go!"

Zhao Weiran slapped him on the chest with his palm and pushed him out with all his strength.

Mu Yuan looked at her in surprise, and then saw a flying arrow coming from the sky. With a "sharp" sound, she tore open her sleeves, and the sharp arrow cut through the skin of her forearm, and blood instantly simmered.

Zhao Weiran staggered, took a few steps back and barely stood firm. Only then did he realize what he had done just now, even he was very surprised.

He clearly felt that Mu Yuan was the best to die, but in the crisis, he still saved him by a devil. Could it be that the heroine's soul was at work?

A scorching burning pain came from the stabbed forearm. Zhao Weiran raised his arm and looked at it. He thought that the good guy was bleeding!

I'm going, why is the blood still turning black?

She was surprised, but Mu Yuan grabbed her wrist. Seeing his eyebrows locked on her arms, he looked at her arms for a while without saying a word, and his slightly cool thin lips immediately covered her wound.

"What are you doing? Hey!"

Zhao Weiran jumped in his eyebrows, frightened by his sudden movements, and quickly struggled to shrink his hand, but was locked firmly by the other party.

"Don't make a fuss! There's poison on the arrow."

Feeling the soft touch of her lips, Zhao Weiran suddenly stiffened all over. Seeing Mu Yuan’s muscles moving, a strange coldness came from the wound, which made her scalp numb.

Mu Yuan spit out turbid blood, looking at the wound on her hand very seriously, leaning over and trying to suck again,

Zhao Weiran's heart tightened, and he felt that all the cells in his body had a repulsive reaction, so he hurriedly pulled back his hands:

"No, I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself!"

Zhao Weiran looked in a panic and pushed him away. Before he could gain a firm foothold, he felt that he had just struggled for a while, and his whole body seemed to be exhausted. She lighted her feet and fainted when she saw a dark look in front of her eyes.

"you……"

Mu Yuan hurriedly stepped forward and held Zhao Weiran's shoulder, holding the light man in his arms,

Seeing her face full of crimson, her breathing was weak and smooth, and her lips were already a little white.

.

After finishing Zhao Weiran's pulse, Dr. Zhang slowly stood up, with a solemn expression visible to the naked eye.

Mu Yuan stood at the head of the bed with his hands behind his back, stared at him, and asked in a cold voice:

"How is she?"

"This...this..." The doctor stammered for a while and said:

"The arrow that slandered the princess is highly poisonous."

"Nonsense, I don't know that the arrow is poisonous!" Mu Yuan asked with a high apex lifted his collar:

"The poison on the princess can be relieved, right?!"

His stern face was really terrifying, and Dr. Zhang's eyes dodged, "King, Prince..."

"Can you do it!"

"Yes, yes!"

The doctor almost knelt down when his legs became weak, and cold sweat was as big as beans, he swallowed and said tremblingly:

"The arrow is highly toxic, and there is no cure for treatment. Fortunately, the poison is taken out in time. Now the princess is only slightly poisoned, so it is not difficult to detoxify. It just requires expensive medicinal materials as a guide for medicine. After the princess is cured, she may also have a root cause of the disease and must be well recuperated in the future."

He was not angry, and he finished speaking like a cannon, and his face turned red after he was held back.

Mu Yuan turned sideways and waved his sleeves and said:

"Go down."

He looked at the unconscious person on the bed, and the light of his eyes caught Wei Yin rushing over, so he turned around and asked:

"Have you caught the assassin?"

Wei Yin said in panting and clasping his fists:

"By the prince, he caught it, but he was a dead soldier. He bit through the poisonous sac hidden in the root of his tongue and committed suicide."

The manipulator behind the scenes was vicious and neat, and he would not give up until he failed this time.

Mu Yuan clenched his fists, making the joints "creak" sound. His eyes looked like torches, and he thought to himself:

There are many visitors coming to celebrate the birthday today, and the royal palace is loosely regulated, which is indeed a great opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

But who is the one who wants to kill him?

Zhao Weiran opened his eyelids and saw Mu Yuan standing at the head of the bed with a solemn look on his face. His figure blocked the large area of ​​light and wrapped her in the shadow. He couldn't help but think:

He was afraid that he wanted to make up for it because I wasn't dead?

"Wake up," Mu Yuan moved his gaze away from her face, his tone was even more faint.

"When you wake up, get up and take medicine."

Seeing her barely sitting up, her eyes were distracted, Mu Yuan seemed to be cramped, and before his hand holding the spoon could move, Zhao Weiran grabbed the medicine bowl from his hand.

"Thank you."

She picked up the medicine bowl and stuffed her mouth. Without saying much, she would go back to sleep.

Shocked by the decisive behavior of his predecessors, Mu Yuan pressed her shoulder,

"Hey, Zhao Weiran,... I have something to ask you."

"Hmm?" Her breath was weak and she barely opened her eyes.

"You...why?" Mu Yuan clenched his fists, but he couldn't say anything when he spoke.

Zhao Weiran looked embarrassed and waved his hand and said:

"Here I'm having a headache, I'm seeing you all have a ghost."

She was tortured by severe pain and said unscrupulously:

"Prince, can you let me be quiet alone? Don't talk in my ears?"
To be continued...