Chapter 120

The man's demeanor was a little dazed, and after getting off the horse, he didn't fully stand on the horse's back, and a little cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Seeing this, the soldier immediately stepped forward to support him, listening to his slight gasp, and frowned a little puzzled: "Your Royal Highness, what happened?" ā€

"Xuan Imperial Doctor." The man's voice was low.

"Yes."

The soldiers helped him into the tent, which was gorgeous, magnificent, and full of ornaments, but it was not full of battle plans like a tent in the sky, and in comparison, the owner was just a man who traveled in the mountains and rivers, and this tent could not be called a military tent. In the tent, there is a white-clothed beauty dressed up carefully in front of the dresser, phoenix eyes are enchanting, peach lips are lovely, eighteen or nineteen years old, it is the most beautiful flower, the bottom of the eyes are charming and enchanting.

Hearing the movement behind him, he raised his thin eyebrows slightly, turned around, and his rosy cheeks, which were originally rouge, suddenly turned a little whiter, got up in a little panic, and walked forward quickly to help: "What's wrong with Your Highness?" ā€

The man glanced slightly at the soldier behind him: "Go down." ā€

After being helped to the couch, the man felt a throbbing pain in his shoulder, unbuttoned his clothes, and looked at his left shoulder, which had just been hit by a palm.

Then, stunned, the beauty next to him gasped, a little incredulous.

On the wheat-colored skin, there was a light red palm print, which happened to be the most painful place where the night ember struck, a palm print, no more, no less......

Suddenly, he was a little sweaty, but fortunately it was light red, if it was dark red, he wouldn't be able to hold it out! If...... The palm is moved slightly...... When it came to his heart, it was definitely a broken heart and he was killed on the spot!

Thinking about it, he swallowed softly.

The beauty raised her eyes and looked at his somewhat frightened look, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled: "Your Highness, isn't your martial arts very high?" What kind of person can beat you like this? ā€

Yes, he has always been very confident in his martial arts, this young man in his twenties is the third prince of Xunnan Kingdom, Jing Hong, in the territory of Xunnan Kingdom, except for the prince and his master, he has never encountered any difficult opponents, his internal strength is so profound, he will be so vulnerable in front of that person! It's amazing, it's unbelievable.

Gently close your eyes: "I don't know." ā€

Who he really was, this was the most confusing question that haunted his mind, and it had long gone far beyond his curiosity about Wan Yan Jiangshu.

There was only one thing he could be sure of - he was from the Qingxuan Kingdom!

Could it be some kind of big shot?

He never imagined that he would meet such a strong opponent.

At most, ordinary military doctors can only treat external injuries, and they have played hundreds of tricks with the master hidden guard, and there are only some ugly abrasions on their bodies, and apart from the abrasions that can be bandaged and take some medicine, the military doctor can't help anything.

An hour later.

The two sat cross-legged on the couch, and the woman in white gave him luck behind him to heal his internal injuries, slowly retracted his palms, and frowned with sadness between his eyebrows: "Your Highness, I'm sorry, I can only help you so much......"

Jing Hong exhaled softly, as long as he healed a little bit, he could recover five or six percent after a few more self-treatments.

didn't blame her, she had some luck on her own, and after a long time, she opened her eyes, and finally recovered most of it, looking at the beauty who was still panting on the couch, gently hooked her lips, leaned over, raised her hand to pick up her chin, and smiled evilly: "Zhuohua, hard work." ā€

The beauty known as Zhuohua still looked at him with some concern: "Your Highness...... Are you alright? ā€

"Hmm." Jing Hong responded shallowly, lying on top of her, the corners of his lips gently close to her neck socket, and sighed.

Zhuo Hua couldn't help but shrink for a moment, and said helplessly: "Your Highness, when is it, your injuries still hurt......

"Then you still won't make me comfortable?" Jing Hong still smiled evilly, as if he had strength, and he was no longer at peace.

"Your Highness...... Beware of wound attacks...... Zhuohua's voice was delicate, and there was no nagging at all, but it seemed to be coquettish.

Jing Hong slowly narrowed his eyes and suddenly said: "I have been looking for a long time in this palace, but I have never seen Qing Xuan's military camp, but this palace has seen Qing Xuan's soldiers. ā€

Zhuohua Zhengse, raised his eyes to look at him: "Why didn't you catch it back?" ā€

Jing Hong stared at a certain place with some displeasure, but it was not her, and said in a deep voice: "It turned out to be a little beauty dressed as a man, taking advantage of the fact that no one secretly went down to the river to bathe, and the palace wanted to secretly follow her to find out Qingxuan's military camp...... Who knows......" Speaking of this, Jing Hong's voice was deep and terrifying, "I ran into a hidden guard blocking my way, and then the owner of the hidden guard, who attacked me with great anger!" ā€

Zhuo Hua raised his eyebrows slightly: "That person...... Does it have something to do with that little female soldier? ā€

Jing Hong narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's probably his woman, but it's not a soldier, which is strange." ā€

Zhuohua frowned: "That...... If he just followed secretly, how could he be so angry and so heavy? ā€

Hearing this, Jing Hong smiled helplessly: "Because, this palace has teased her." ā€

Zhuohua was stunned, frowned a little aggrievedly, and pursed his peach lips: "Your Highness, what's the matter...... How can it be ......"

Jing Hong smiled evilly, raised his head, and took her lips in his mouth. He said: "It's just that I think it's novel, and there are very few women who don't obey me......"

"Hmm......" Hearing this, Zhuo Hua frowned a little uncomfortably, "Your Highness, what did I do wrong?" Still is...... Are you tired? ā€

Jing Hong raised his eyes: "You are my good military advisor, this account, if you help me capture Qingxuan, I can become the prince and inherit the throne, and when the time comes, the palace will make you the queen......"

There are countless women beside him, but they don't stay long, but this woman named Zhuohua has been pampered for three years, because she is smart, which is very valuable to him, so he never minds her being jealous, and even coaxes her very patiently, if she is in a good mood, she coaxes her all night.

"Your Highness's heart ......"

"My heart, of course, has always been filled with your ......" said that, the ambiguously tangled tip of the tongue lightly picked open her teeth and drilled in.

"Hmm......" Zhuohua narrowed her misty eyes, gently wrapped around his neck, after a long lingering, she gasped slightly, still a little unwilling to ask, "When will Your Highness's body be mine?" ā€

"If you can help Bengong ascend the throne, Bengong is willing to clean up all the women for you."

Hearing this, Zhuohua opened his eyes, and his eyes were a little excited: "Okay, I'll work hard." ā€

"I'll wait." Jing Hong gently hooked the corners of his lips, pulled her wrist, turned over, and let her sit on top of him, with a touch of grace in his eyes: "There is an injury in the palace today, you come by yourself." ā€

Hearing this, Zhuohua's cheeks were suddenly dyed with a touch of redness, he bit his lower lip lightly, and said coquettishly: "Your Highness is good or bad, ......" (to be continued.) )