——"The prince was shot into an arrow!"

Zhao Weiran paused, and Xiao Yuan next to him also stopped.

"Miss?"

Seeing her lady's face was absent-minded.

...I'll go, he won't die, right?

Zhao Weiran thought about this, but after all, he was still worried and turned around and found him.

The bandits had been defeated at this moment. They saw Mu Yuan sitting on the grass from afar, his arms were pierced by sharp arrows and blood was seen, and the grass around them was red.

As soon as Zhao Weiran walked over and stood beside Mu Yuan, he heard Wei Yin's serious words,

"No, this arrow is poisonous!"

She was about to ask what poison? Is there any help? She was pulled down by the arrow and half-squatted beside him.

Zhao Weiran almost staggered on Mu Yuan, and saw a broken arrow inserted into his arm, half of his arm was covered in blood.

I had never seen such a bloody scene up close, and Zhao Weiran was still stunned, and suddenly heard Wei Yin say:

"It may hurt if the subordinates pull out the arrow. Please help the princess to control the master."

Control it?

Mu Yuan could pinch her to death with a slap, how could she control her?

Even though she thought about this, she still pressed Mu Yuan's shoulder hard.

Seeing him frowning, his forehead was sweating coldly.

Wei Yin began to treat Mu Yuan's wounds, tore the pierced sleeves of the latter, took off the soju that was pinned on his waist, and poured it on the wound on his arm. In an instant, the strong smell of blood mixed with the volatile alcohol smell and spread in the air.

His arm was very wound and it hurts when he looked at it. Zhao Weiran unconsciously held his breath, as if he could feel the stinging pain of the strong wine pouring on the blooming flesh.

At this moment, Mu Yuan suddenly began to move restlessly, turned sideways and leaned against her shoulder.

Zhao Weiran failed to control him, but Mu Yuan held his wrist with his backhand and then grabbed it tightly.

You feel bad, don't hold me like this!!

She wanted to pull her arm away, but she thought that Mu Yuan didn't take the numbing medicine at this time, and pulled the arrow out of the flesh and blood. It looked very pitiful, so she let him grab it.

Wei Yin took out a sharp knife, poured soju to the tip of the knife, and then cut it into the wound on Mu Yuan's arm, releasing the blackened poisonous blood, which bandaged the increasingly ferocious wound.

Zhao Weiran stood quietly by the side, secretly glanced at the wound on his hand, and couldn't help but meddle in other people's business:

He won't be disabled, right?

If he is disabled, how can he become a general?

There is no trauma. The injuries on Mu Yuan’s arm have been treated, but I don’t know if the poisonous substances invade the internal organs.

It was getting late, and it seemed that I could not leave today, so the group went to a nearby hotel to stay.

Mu Yuan was safe until the night, but he didn't expect that the toxicity suddenly broke out in the middle of the night, and the condition was very strange!

Zhao Weiran was so tired today that he went to bed early. He opened his eyes in a daze in the middle of the night and saw Mu Yuan squatting on the head of her bed, staring at him like a light bulb, which scared Zhao Weiran to wake up instantly.

Do you think you are an owl?

Zhao Weiran sat up with the bedding in front of him, while Mu Yuan still stared at her, his eyes following her movements.

What's wrong with the prince? He ran to her room quietly at night to watch her sleep?

Zhao Weiran felt speechless. After looking at him for a few glances, he felt something was wrong.

Why is he stupid?

Before Zhao Weiran could figure it out, the other party suddenly opened his hand and hugged her tightly, rubbed his angular chin on her shoulders, as if he had drunk fake wine.

Zhao Weiran was so scared to death by his sudden action, thinking that what kind of monster is this?

Then I realized that the poison that Mu Yuan in the daytime turned out to be stupid.

"Prince?"

"Prince?"

Zhao Weiran called out a few times, but he didn't respond, obviously he was poisoned.

Mu Yuan stroked her long hair scattered on her shoulders and began to talk about his childhood.

It is said that he rode a horse for the first time, learned swords for the first time, and went to the battlefield for the first time...

Zhao Weiran only realized that this is how people are demented. He said whatever he thought of, and he was unpredictable.

Mu Yuan said in her ear as if he was chanting scriptures. Zhao Weiran was about to fall asleep when he suddenly got up straight and murmured:

"princess,"

As he said that, he rushed over and hugged her hard again, buried his lower half of his face on the side of her neck, and pressed the weight of his body against her,

Zhao Weiran's waist became soft and he couldn't bear the force, which made him plunge on the soft pillow. He felt the tip of his nose rub against her shoulders, making Zhao Weiran's goose bumps fall off.

I felt Mu Yuan turn his face and blow air on her sensitive neck.

"You smell so good."

"Uh... Xiao Yuan was so angry about the clothes," Zhao Weiran's scalp numb, and he hurriedly pushed him away, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"She has also smoked a lot. If the prince likes to smell it, he will give it to you."

I don't know if I saw her resistant expression or something, Mu Yuan, who had lost his wisdom, was a little lost in an instant. His eyelashes drooped, with a bit of pitiful look, and his voice was soft and soft.

"Why are you..."

"Um?"

"Why, I don't like me..."

"Puff," Zhao Weiran couldn't hold back his smile when he saw his expression, and said without hesitation:

"If you don't like it, you won't like it. You have to report to the prince in advance?"

However, the other party suddenly raised his eyes and stared at her. Zhao Weiran made his eyes stare at her for a moment, feeling that he looked like a three or five-year-old child.

"What do you want," Mu Yuan pressed his hand on the bed and pulled her sleeve, "I will give you whatever you want."

"Cough," Zhao Weiran cleared his throat solemnly and said:

"Then... the prince will write me a letter?"

"OK."

She looked at Mu Yuan and smiled, got out of bed immediately, quickly found paper and pen, and spread the paper pages on the table.

Seeing Mu Yuan picking up the pen in his left hand and playing with it, Zhao Weiran patiently pulled out the pen and stuffed it on his right hand, pulled out the chair and sat down beside him.

"The prince and I read the writing," she said:

"The relationship between an ordinary couple is deep and loyal."

The woman's clear voice came to her ears, and Mu Yuan listened carefully and wrote intently, like a child who was meticulous in doing homework.

Zhao Weiran couldn't help laughing when he saw him like this. At this moment, he was making up and drinking tea to moisten his throat.

"...I hope that after the wife has separated, her future will be bright, and she will be happy every time she has parted.

After saying that, Zhao Weiran drank the cup of tea, but saw Mu Yuan stopping as he was writing.

He pinched the pen holder, stared at the words he wrote with his own hands, and suddenly his shoulders shook, and he took the pen like a guru and drew it desperately on the paper.

The chaotic lines in the pen interlaced, and every word was painted out of sight. Mu Yuan's eyelashes trembled before he finally stopped.

Seeing this, Zhao Weiran was stunned for a moment, forgot to put down the cup in his hand and held it in the air.

What is this? Intermittent excitement?

It's over, can his poison be cured?

Is there any cure for this disease?

Unfortunately, the plan died. She looked at the ruined paper on the table and sighed regretfully.

Fortunately, the toxicity was only temporary, and Mu Yuan had not been stupid for too long. When he woke up the next day, he recovered from his awakening.

I don’t know if he remembered what happened last night, Zhao Weiran didn’t ask. Seeing him getting up early in the morning, staring at the ink stained on his sleeves, as if the poison had not disappeared, his mind was still a little dazed.

Later, Mu Yuan became more clear-headed and locked himself in the room. After thinking about it, he suddenly felt that this matter was a bit strange.

This poison damages the mind. How could ordinary bandits have such a sinister poison?

Mu Yuan did not rush to leave, and planned to stay here for a few days in order to investigate the origin of the gangsters.

I don't think this matter has not been settled yet, troubles follow one after another—

Because of what happened these days, Mu Yuan had been dull for several years and finally realized that he might have been concerned about his princess and wanted to be with her well.

Knowing his own feelings, Mu Yuan no longer deceived himself. Although he had many words in his heart to say to her, he would be more afraid of seeing the other person.

In addition to the things he did last night, he wanted to get some face back and consciously avoid her for several days.
To be continued...