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Zhao Jing used his shoulder to prop Zhong Fu against the wall so that he wouldn't fall to the ground.

Chung Fu could not stand still, so he put his entire arm around her shoulders!

What made people even more mistaken was that Zhong Fu's height was at an ambiguous level with Zhao Jing. He did not need to bow like Dongfang Wenming had. He only needed to slightly lower his head to cover her ears.

Looking from the entrance, it seemed as if the two of them were hugging each other as they whispered to each other. They were so intimate!

Zhao Jing immediately took a step back. His expression tensed. "No …" "No!" She didn't know how to explain it. Dongfang Xi's expression was enough to make people tremble with fear, so how could he dare to say anything?

Almost in an instant, before Zhong Fu could even drag Zhao Jing to his side, the black-faced Dongfang Wenming had already dragged him to the table. Only now did Zhao Jing realize that Dongfang Wenming was holding a bundle in his hand.

Suddenly, he raised his head towards the door and coldly shouted towards Zhou Zhizhi, "What are you standing there for? Why aren't you going to fry the medicine?"

Zhou Zhiqian quickly regained his senses, bowed, and left.

"Decocting medicine?" Zhao Jing frowned. He had already pressed her down on a chair.

"There was no medicine in the cave, just a simple bandage." He carefully lifted her arm and slowly laid it flat on the table. "Don't move, I'll apply medicine for you!"

Zhao Jingyan laughed as he carefully cut off the piece of cloth and threw the old tree root on the ground.

When the package was opened, there were wooden slabs, porcelain bottles filled with medicine, clean gauze, and so on!

"The bones begin to grow. From now on, it may itch a little, but you must endure it. Do not scratch it!" Dongfang Mingming carefully examined her slightly swollen and red arm. The protrusion on her elbow had already been slowly retracted, and the dislocation had been corrected. It could be considered a good recovery.

After applying the medicine, Dongfang Wenming slowly pulled down her sleeve.

Zhong Fu, who was watching from the side, had his eyes shine. "I really didn't see it. It's really just a delicate skin and tender flesh."

"How dare you!" Dongfang Wenming scolded lightly, "If you dare to say something frivolous again, don't blame me for being rude!"

"You arrogant servant! You know I'm the crown prince, but you still dare to yell at me like that. Aren't you afraid that I will punish you?" Zhong Fu folded his arms across his chest. "Your Majesty, is this servant of yours from the Regent's Mansion?" Or was it sent by the Supreme Fu Mansion? "

Zhao Jing was smiling coldly as he meaningfully glanced at the Black Faced God. "Guess!"

Zhong Fu thought for a moment. "Don't tell me that it was picked up on the way here?"

Dongfang Wenming frowned slightly. "It was picked up, but I picked up the emperor!" With that, he tied the splint back up with her, "If you feel uncomfortable hanging it, you can also hang it up!"

Zhao Jing smiled helplessly. "It's too ugly to hang him on!"

"You were almost crippled, yet you still dare to find it ugly?" He looked at her coldly, cutting off the bandage and putting it away so that it would not hurt her.

"Hey hey hey, why do you sound so unpleasant when you speak?" Don't you know this is the Emperor? " Zhong Fu was displeased. "No rules!"

Zhao Jing rubbed his forehead. "Stop fighting!" He looked back at Chung Fu. "Don't you know this is the Regent?" If this continued, she was afraid that Zhong Fu and Dong Fang would fight sooner or later.

One was the House of Fame, and the other was the Residence of Regent. If they were to cause a ruckus, the most difficult person to deal with would be her, Zhao Jing!

Sandwiched rice, not yummy!

Zhong Fu's body slowly stiffened as his eyelids jumped. He looked at the unfathomable Dongfang Wenming in disbelief. Then, he swallowed his saliva and looked at Zhao Jing. "What a joke! It's not funny at all!"

"Look at me, does it look like I'm joking?" Zhao Jing turned his head to look at Dongfang Wenming with a smile. "What does father Zhong think?"

Dongfang Wenming didn't raise his head either. His face was as calm as still water. "Is the emperor not afraid of scaring the crown prince?"

Zhong Fu blinked, his expression immediately changed. "How could that be?"

"Why not?" Dongfang Wenming asked.

The corner of Zhong Fu's mouth twitched, "Absolutely impossible! The regent, Dongfang, had been running the battlefield for many years, and after that the late emperor had helped the new emperor ascend to the throne. He had also gained the power of regent, so he had to be an old man of about seventy years and eighty years. Everyone in the world knew that His Majesty even respected his father! Look at you... There's no beard on his mouth, and no wrinkles on his face, so how does he look like a regent? "

Zhao Jing covered his face with one hand and laughed until his body trembled. Through the gaps between her fingers, she couldn't hide the smile on her face. "Father Zhong …" "Father Zhong is too young, it's hard to avoid him making people misunderstand!" She turned back to her father, unable to control her laughter. "So …" Do you think he's more like a eunuch? "

No beard, he was not a eunuch!

Zhong Fu didn't utter a word. Zhao Jing was laughing so hard that his stomach hurt.

Dongfang Cunming's face turned black. Being laughed at by two juniors pointing at his nose was truly a headache! If it wasn't for the rare moment when the little girl was happy, he would definitely settle the score with Zhong Fu right now and teach her a lesson.

In the end, Zhong Fu believed the man in front of him. He was indeed the Regent whose power shook the world — Dongfang Buming!

In the name of Zhao Jing's need for rest, Dongfang Wenming chased Zhong Fu out. Zhao Jing was truly tired. He lay on the bed and slept soundly, to the point where even Zhong Fu, who had come through the window, was unable to detect him!

In her sleep, she heard someone calling her name.

"Zhao Jing?" Chung Fu slapped her face. "Little mute?" Little Emperor? "

"Stop arguing!" She frowned as she slightly opened her eyes to look at him. She rolled over to go back to sleep, but as soon as she did, she hit her injured arm. It was so painful that she sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Did you touch the wound?" Zhongfu sat on the edge of the bed and carefully held her injured arm, looking at her worriedly.

Zhao Jing sighed and looked out the window at the dark sky. "Why are you here?" Are you not afraid that I will punish you? "

"Yo yo, you really think you're the emperor?" Zhong Fu pursed his lips, his face filled with ridicule. "Let me tell you, in the palace, you're the emperor. Once you're out of the palace …" Look at you, what makes you look like an emperor? At the end of the day, you are still not as impressive as a prince heir like me! "

"Yes, yes, yes. The Crown Prince is so mighty. The Crown Prince is so awesome." "If you have anything to say, your highness, please say it!" Zhao Jing struggled to sit up. "If Father Zhong sees this, I'll skin you alive!"

"They thought you were asleep, so they sneaked out to do some work. Otherwise, how would I dare to come in!" Zhong Fu smiled as he rubbed the tip of his nose, "I can see that you're very afraid of the Regent?!"

"You're not afraid. Why don't you dare to come in openly?" She rolled her eyes.

"I can't beat him!"

"Nonsense, I can't beat him either!" Zhao Jing frowned slightly. "What is it? Tell me!"

"Although you are the emperor, you and I can still be considered as brothers who have gone through thick and thin together. No matter what, we are brothers!" Zhong Fu's complexion slightly changed. "You're about to return to the capital. Are you not coming to drink with me?"

Zhao Jing narrowed his eyes. With a smile that was not a smile, he asked, "Are you sure you want to drink with me?"

"What, you don't dare?" Zhong Fu raised his eyebrows.

She rubbed her glabella helplessly, "Don't regret it!"

Zhong Fu thought to himself. His alcohol capacity was quite good. Zhao Jing was younger than him by a few years. Just how much of an ability would he have? As long as he held his breath, Zhao Jing would be drunk. When that happened …

It was unknown whether or not the east was here. Zhong Fu and Zhao Jing moved the wine jar to an empty space in the inn's backyard. The two of them sat down at the foot of the wooden stairs.

"Do you know? I've been away from home for so long, but I've never had the guts to drink wine like this! In the past, even those who were constantly in hiding were afraid of being secretly harmed! " Zhong Fu held the wine jar in his arms.

The moonlight tonight was extremely beautiful. The silver sheen was like a thin gauze, and after drinking the wine, the scenery all around became even more illusory and ethereal.

Zhao Jing scoffed, "I'm afraid I'll hurt the people around me."

She leaned against the wooden armrest, her face slightly sunken. Her pretty face was a bit red, and compared to her usual pale face, she looked a lot more pale. He lowered his head and smiled. The wine entered his stomach!

When people drink, they tend to talk a lot. Otherwise, how could they spew out truths while drinking?

"You say that as an emperor, you might as well follow me back to Phoenix City to live a carefree life!" Zhong Fu drank as he looked at her drunkenly, "Our Phoenix City has everything, how can it compare to your imperial palace? Beautiful women, what's so good about it? Only a beauty as beautiful as jade could live! I say, are you drunk? "

Zhao Jing rolled his eyes. "You're the one who's talking nonsense, not me!" Do you think I'm drunk? "

Zhong Fu curled his lips, "How can someone like you have such good alcohol tolerance?" It must be that you drank too little and were so busy that you let me drink it! "

Zhao Jing glanced at the empty jars beneath his feet. "Then continue drinking. When you fall down, I'll go back to my room!"

"You can even get me drunk?" Zhongfu shook his head. "Come, drink!"

Seeing him burp, Zhao Jing was a bit confused. He frowned slightly and said, "Stop drinking and go back to rest!"

"You said you wouldn't return until you're drunk. What? You don't like me?" Zhong Fu did not believe it. "Come, drink! This young master has a great tolerance for alcohol! "I won't get drunk!"

"Isn't he drunk?" Zhao Jing rubbed his forehead helplessly. "Crown Prince, stop messing around!"

Hah!" Chung Fu laughed dryly. "Are you afraid that the East may not know? Let me tell you, I always thought Dongfang Wuming was an old boy, a shaggy, shaggy, shaggy fellow with a full beard! Who would have thought that he was actually a pretty boy? "You look like a human being, but to you …

He burped again. "You seem to be afraid of him! Little Emperor, are you afraid of him? If you are afraid of him, I will bring you back to Phoenix City! We're not going to be the emperor! "

"The Emperor was wrong when you said wrong?" Zhao Jing helplessly looked at Haoyue. "I'm not afraid of him. I'm just afraid of his saber!"

"Isn't that the same?" Zhong Fu blinked while hugging the wine jug, then he slowly closed his eyes, "The Regent would kill without blinking. If you follow him, there won't be a good ending. I'll take you with me!"

Zhao Jing suddenly smiled. Why was this brat so determined to bring her along? Where could he go? It was said that the world was vast, but how could the vast Grand Xia escape from the hands of the unknown in the east?

After drinking a mouthful of wine, the fragrance of the wine wafted through the air. Zhao Jing leaned on his armrest and muttered to himself, "F * ck off! He'll kill without blinking. I'm not a good person either." These two hands had once sworn to the heavens that they would save the dying and help the wounded, giving grace to the world. But now, he had lost his life, and was completely stained with blood … "I don't want to kill people, and I don't want to harm people either. I just want to live …"

Suddenly, a tall black shadow appeared above her head, causing her to unconsciously narrow her eyes. He opened his eyes with great effort, but his expression was still as calm as ever. "Good timing. Crown Prince Ying is drunk. Let's send him back to his room!"

Dongfang Wenming looked at her condescendingly, then shifted his gaze to Zhong Fu, who was still holding onto the wine jar. "I'm not afraid of death!" His face was cold. "Don't you know you're injured? Do you need me to remind you? "

As his voice faded, he suddenly pinched her injured arm, causing Zhao Jing to cry out in pain.