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In a quiet room.

Only the woman's almost vicious sneer rang out.

—

When Xiao Ruo went to the house to report Chu Xi, Chu Xi's jaw was about to drop in surprise.

It's a god speed, how can you find a scapegoat in such a quick time?

However, it should not be surprising, after all, there are many dead soldiers under the man, and they are all obedient.

But who will be the person who hooked up with Rong Moji this time?

Chu Xi thought about it for a long time but didn't come up with it.

At this time, the door was opened from the outside, and the man walked in with the soup in his hand, he walked very slowly, as if he was worried that the soup soup would spill out, Xiao Ruo saw this, and hurriedly went over and said, "Lord Wang, let the slave come." ”

But the man stubbornly raised his hand, Xiao Ruo was a thin little girl, and she couldn't reach it at all.

"You go out first."

Xiao Ruo said, "Yes, the slave will go out." ”

Rong Jingshen took out the soup on the tray and put it on the small table next to the bed, he stirred the soup with a spoon, and said, "This soup is good for your wounds." ”

Although it has the aroma of soup, it is even stronger than the taste of traditional Chinese medicine.

By this time, it was almost dawn.

The man didn't sleep all night, but he was still handsome, but his chin was dotted with green scum.

Chu Xi nodded obediently, and was about to take the soup bowl in his hand, but the man waved her hand away, met the woman's stunned eyes, and said, "This king feeds you." ”

"But—my hand is still fine, it's not hurt."

She had already scrubbed her body before, so it was still very clean now, and even the blood stain in her nails had been removed, but her eyes fell on a blood stain on the man's clothes.

She got it in that room.

He hasn't changed it all the time, doesn't this man have a special and heavy cleanliness habit?

Rong Jingshen followed her gaze and looked down.

On his chest, there were a woman's small paw prints, but he didn't feel any disgust, he didn't even frown, he just said, "This king wants to feed you - you just open your mouth, don't talk nonsense." ”

Chu Xi: "......"

Hold the grass.

But she still opened her mouth obediently, and the man sent the soup to her mouth, and Chu Xi wanted to spit it out as soon as she tasted the taste on the tip of her tongue.

It's fucking.

Where's the soup?

It's all bitter.

But the man pressed her tongue with a spoon, she could only be forced to swallow it, and after drinking it, Chu Xi's little mouth was bitter, angry and annoyed, and said, "You know how to fool me!" ”

"When did this king deceive you?

This bowl of soup is really useful for the recovery of your wounds. ”

"Where is this soup! It's medicine at all! ”

"Isn't medicinal soup soup?"

Well, it seems to make sense, she was a little speechless.

—

Lu Sheng walked into the dungeon, his face was unwavering indifference, the guards all saluted him, he just responded lightly, and walked to the place where the assassin was being held.

The Assassin was sitting on the haystack, holding his face, unaware of what he was thinking.

But there was no fear on the assassin's face, even though his shoulders were chained, and even one of the chains was embedded in the flesh, but his eyes remained numb and hollow as if he couldn't feel the pain.

"Heh—you're not the murderer. You didn't kill the Third Highness. ”

The assassin didn't even lift his head.

Lu Sheng laughed abruptly again, "Who asked you to confess?" Is it King Jing? ”

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