Chapter 258： Furious Prince

An Rushuang looked at his eyes, but his breathing was stagnant. The prince's condition now seems not right.

The uncle pushed her to walk slowly, An Rushuang's eyes observed the condition of the prince, and now it was the lunar month. Although it had never fallen snow, it was freezing outside.

But when entering the hall, only the outer hall burned the stove inside the hall, but there was no heating in the inner hall, and the prince was obviously sick and he had not covered a quilt.

She looks very thin in her inner jacket.

An Rushuang couldn't help feeling a little cold here, but he seemed to be unable to detect it at all.

It's weird.

But where was weird, she couldn't tell a moment or two.

The uncle pushed her to the prince, and stood aside without saying a word, as quiet as a pillar.

Zhu Hao looked at An Rushuang with a smile, and said directly, "But Rouer is pregnant?"

He went straight like this, but made An Rushuang a little stunned.

However, she frowned slightly, but asked without answering: "I heard that Her Royal Highness has been upset recently, but now it is very good to see Her Royal Highness. What kind of elixir did Her Highness have?

If it hadn't been for the previous illness, then the medicine that the prince had taken was weird!

Suddenly Zhu Hao's face sank. He reached out and hit the jug on the low table directly to the ground. The jug fell on the felt floor.

Gives a strong taste of wine.

"Ignorant woman! Come back to the temple! Who gave you the courage to ask Ben ... Hehehehe!"

After getting angry, he suddenly coughed, as if he could not breathe, and the coughing ceased.

An Rushuang looked at him with even more skepticism. She slightly leaned forward, reaching out to get a pulse for the prince, to see what he was doing now.

But the squint was so sharp that he walked over and stopped An Rushuang, and turned his head and called out: "Get the Prince's medicine!"

There was a quick response from the outside, and after a while, a puppet hurried over, holding a small white jade plate in his hand, but on the plate was a red-red pill.

She handed the white jade plate to the puppet, and the puppet quickly poured a bottle of wine, and Zhu Hao swallowed the small pill with the wine.

After swallowing the pill, his cough gradually stopped, and he drank a few more glasses of wine, his face turning red.

An Rushuang frowned and said: "The wine is hurting your body, Your Highness must not drink so uncontrollably ..."

The aunt on the side also said: "Your Highness, still drink less ... Ah!"

Before the nagging had finished, Zhu Hao's wine glass smashed his head in the past, and the nagging whispered, and blood fell on his forehead instantly.

Fortunately, this Zhu Hao is now ill and has weak energy, otherwise this life will be gone.

Then Zhu Hao opened his eyes and glanced anxiously, but there was a flash of guilt in his eyes, but the next moment, his irritability wiped out the whole person instantly: "Go! Give me all

!! "

The uncle dared not stay long, and quickly pushed An Rushuang to turn away from the inner temple.

This meeting with Zhu Hao had no head and no tail, making An Rushuang anxious.

"Well, how long has this happened to your Highness?"

The uncle looked at her strangely, but she said in a deep voice: "Miss, the matter of the royal family, you cannot talk about it, can you know?"

Even so, she still unavoidably passed her anxiety in her heart. Her cough is now more and more ...

The two said so, Wan Rou quickly stood up and asked, "Is there anything wrong with him?"

Obviously they called the two together, why didn't Zhu Hao see her and only saw the young lady?

Could it be that his body is about to run out of oil?

She remembered that Zhu Hao had joked--if someday I would die, I would definitely arrange you ...

She couldn't help panic, Zhu Hao said, wasn't it a joke?

What does it mean to be here today?

Wan Rou's heart was in a mess, and she turned and rushed inside.

The uncle pushed An Rushuang, but for a moment he did not respond, so he pulled her, only to let Wan Rou take one step, and then straight into the inner hall.

There was a crackling sound of porcelain, followed by Zhu Hao's roar: "Go!"

The two outside looked at each other and hurried inside.

However, Wanrou stood straight in front of the bed, looking at Zhu Hao.

At this time, Zhu Hao was lying on the ground trembling, his face was already purple, but he was still holding a jug in his hand, pouring wine into his mouth, and the cold liquor flowed down his neck.

Wet a large swath of clothes.

He was breathing heavily, as if he had just passed through some life or death.

Wan Rou looked at him swiftly, the uncle ran quickly, her face was still bloody, but there was no anger at all, and some were only worried.

"His Royal Highness! Your Royal Highness! All right ... Your Highness."

Not to see that she was old, but her strength was not small, she reached out and hugged Zhu Hao directly and put it on the bed.

Zhu Hao lay on the bed for a while, her long hair was sweaty and stuck to her forehead, and her clothes were soaked with sweat, with a strong smell of wine.

An Rushuang could not help remembering that when he saw him at first, he was as tall as a bamboo in Tsing Yi, but in just half a year, this gentleman-like person is so embarrassed now.

After a long time, Zhu Hao slowly opened his eyes, looked at the crowd, saw Wan Rou, a stunned glance ran through his eyes, but a bitter smile came on his back.

"It's me……"

He glanced at the blood on that cricket's face and smiled hard: "Kim, I'm hurt ..."

An Rushuang frowned--he didn't remember what happened?

"No!"

Jin Xuan quickly said: "I accidentally hit myself when I entered the door, and it was not about my Highness!"

Zhu Hao sighed longly: "Go, oh, go and rest."

With that said, he looked at An Rushuang sitting in front of him, Chang Shu breathed slowly, and said slowly: "While I am still awake now, I have something to say to you."

An Rushuang noticed that he now speaks with ‘you and me’.

The prince had put his place in the dust.

Somehow, she could not help raising a little guilt in her heart. For the last life, for the sake of Zhu Han, she gave the so-called miracle to the princess.

But I do not know, the crux is such a prince.

An Rushuang nodded slowly: "His Royal Highness is speaking by himself, but wherever the women can do it, they will definitely go all out."

These are as if she returned them to Zhu Hao.

With a smile on his face, he gasped slightly: "Rouer, you go out first."

"Do not."

Wan Rou shook his head stubbornly: "I want to know what you have to hide from me."