Chapter Seventy-Nine: Not the Real Third Prince

This sentence is like a drop of cold water in a boiling oil pot, which immediately exploded, and almost everyone's eyes were focused on Shan Yu!

Xuanyuan's gaze was dark and cold, sharp and cold, like a long thorn, which made Shan Yu suddenly feel like there was nothing to hide!

It was a kind of cold that penetrated into the bone marrow, and she couldn't help but tremble slightly all over her body, and she almost couldn't even hold the cloth bag!

After hearing the sentence "Xue'er's sister-in-law", Lingxin was just stunned at first, but then she seemed to remember something, frowned slightly, and there was already a trace of dissatisfaction in her voice: "Ah Yu, don't be joking anymore, it's important to save my father!" โ€

When Xue'er first heard Shan Yu's words, she was also stunned, and involuntarily glanced at the phoenix-patterned jade pendant on her waist, and then thought of the dragon-patterned jade pendant that was still occupied by Xuanyuan Yu, so her eyes couldn't help but fall on Xuanyuan's body again.

It's just that Lingxin urged, and she didn't dare to slack off anymore, not to mention that the emperor's condition really didn't look good.

Xuanyuan Yu beside him took the delicate cloth bag from Lingxin's hand again, and when he unfolded it, it was a brilliant and dazzling room.

The silver needle is obviously the best material and handwork, and it should have taken a lot of thought, and even Xue'er's gaze couldn't help but linger on it.

Until Xuanyuan said: "If you like it, I'll ask that person to make you a set another day!" โ€

This sentence was not loud, originally he thought that only Xue'er could hear it, but Shan Yu's ears were sensitive, and his eyes fell on Xuanyuan Yu's body again.

Xuanyuan narrowed his eyes and glared back coldly. It's just that now he also saw that the emperor's condition was not very good, so he didn't say anything more.

Xue'er's slender and white fingers, shining with the brilliance of jade in the candlelight, and lined with silver needles, attracted everyone's attention for a while.

Xuanyuan's face sank again, and he took a step forward, as if he was concerned about the emperor's situation, but in fact, he happened to stand beside Xue'er, blocking the sight of some people in the room.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Yingli's mouth, and he wanted to stop talking, but when he thought of the emperor's body, he chose to be silent.

In fact, the emperor was just angry with Xuanyuan, and then he was angry, causing a head attack, and finally fainted. said that it was serious, as long as Xue'er used a silver needle to guide it, but in his eyes, the stuffiness accumulated in his chest was afraid that it would make him have a headache and chest pain for a while.

The night is getting deeper, but no one dares to speak, even if it is a yawn, they have to endure it, for fear that a slight movement will alarm Xue'er, who is engrossed in the needle, in case something really happens, they can't afford it!

Don't you see that Miss Cher is sweating on her forehead? Didn't you see that His Royal Highness the Third Prince, who had just appeared, was as cold as a piece of ice? Don't you see that even the princess, who has an injured arm, is sitting on her back and looking worried?

In this case, whoever dares to say that he is tired and who dares to say that he is sleepy, that is who wants to find death.

Xuanyuan Yu has always been a person who does his own thing, so after Xue'er completely stopped and put away those silver needles, she didn't wait for Xue'er to make a move, and immediately wiped the sweat beads on her forehead with her sleeve.

Xue'er was startled and instinctively dodged back, but the speed was never as fast as Xuanyuan's, and the silver needle in her hand didn't dare to lose her head, so she had to let the other party's slightly cool sleeves gently wipe her forehead.

She only felt that her eyes were dark, and the light mint aroma rushed to her face.

This is in full view, Xue'er's face turned red again, and then turned numb again: Xuanyuan Yu, this person, is there less scoundrel things to do in front of everyone's eyes?

A room full of people, she couldn't speak, so she had to roll her eyes at the other party to express her dissatisfaction, but Xuanyuan Yu directly chose to turn a blind eye.

Xue'er had no choice but to focus all her attention on the silver needle in her hand and the unconscious emperor, and no longer paid attention to Xuanyuan's small movements.

Under the candlelight, her beautiful face was hazy, and there was only a pair of eyes, which exuded a different kind of brilliance because of her overly focused gaze, which made people feel solemn and dare not look at the blasphemy again.

Everyone held their breath, and the quiet pin drop in the room could be heard, until the emperor on the bed suddenly made a "ho-ho" sound from his mouth, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Father's ......"

Lingxin's voice full of surprise came, and even with a slight cry, but it was extremely pitiful, and it also made the emperor smile with relief.

Xue'er knew her identity, so she took the initiative to stand up, quietly took two steps back, and gave up her position to Xuanyuan Yu beside her.

But he didn't want Xuanyuan's body to stiffen, he didn't mean to move forward at all, and at the same time he looked uncomfortable, let alone say hello.

The emperor's eyes turned, and finally saw Xuanyuan Yu, who was half a foot away from his bed, and suddenly became angry: "You-"

The violent coughing made his face flush instantly, and even his breathing became heavy, as if someone was struggling to pull a bellows. The emperor trembled and stretched out a hand, glared at Xuanyuan for a long time, and then held back two more words: "Rebel!" โ€

Xuanyuan had a cold face, deaf to the emperor's words, and stood there motionless, as if he were half a wooden stake.

After shouting these two sentences, the emperor seemed to be still angry, and regardless of the surprised eyes of the people around him, he struggled to sit up, and spit out a word towards Xuanyuan again: "Get out!" โ€

This word seemed to have used up all his strength, and after he finished speaking, he couldn't support it, and the body that had just sat up began to sway again, and the hand that was originally pointing at Xuanyuan Yu was also withdrawn, and he kept rubbing his forehead.

Lingxin was so frightened that her face changed, and she stretched out her hand to help the emperor, but she didn't forget the condition of her arm for a while, and at the same time both hands stretched out, and then her little face turned white, and cold sweat broke out.

Ever since he was glared at by Xuanyuan, Shan Yu, who had been silent, had no existence at all, and immediately stepped forward when he saw this, and reached out to help the emperor, which made the emperor stabilize his body and did not immediately fall on the bed.

Shan Yu stepped forward again, one left and one right with Lingxin, and gently rubbed the emperor's back to smooth his breath, which made the emperor's face gradually soften.

Xue'er looked at Xuanyuan Yu and then at the emperor, and finally couldn't help but say, "You shouldn't be angry now......

The emperor seemed to notice Xue'er who was cleaning up the silver needles behind Xuanyuan, so his face became ugly again, but he was angry but he had no strength. He raised his arm, pointed at Xue'er, and said weakly: "You go out......"

This sentence made everyone in the room look at each other: Xue'er has just woken up people, why is she going to be kicked out?

Yingli's heart sank, and he was about to speak, but it was too late. was originally deaf to the emperor's words, but after hearing the last sentence, he changed color!

He didn't care about the surprised expressions of everyone around him, he turned around, grabbed Xue'er and walked towards the door: "Xue'er, go!" โ€

Xue'er hasn't reacted yet, and she doesn't know why the emperor suddenly wants to let herself out, after all, her silver needle has just been pulled out of the other party's head, that is, crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, this speed is inevitably too fast, right?

Then he was caught off guard by Xuanyuan Yu and grabbed an arm, and he stumbled directly!

"Regulus!" Xue'er paused for a moment before she reacted, but she didn't have time to ask her questions at all, she almost subconsciously trotted to keep up with Xuanyuan's footsteps, and at the same time couldn't help asking, "Ah no, the third prince, Your Highness, what's wrong?" โ€

Xuanyuan paused, his face turned cold, and he said in a low voice: "Call me Xuanyuan, I'm not the third prince!" โ€

Xue'er was stunned for a moment, and then was pulled out of the room by Xuanyuan Yu in this stunned moment.

At the same time, the room also began to be noisy and chaotic, and Yingli's voice was a little anxious: "Your Majestyโ€”" and then Lingxin's exclamation: "Father, what's wrong with you, don't scare Lingxin......" followed by Yang Jin's low drink, which should be towards the two imperial doctors: "Don't go quickly!" โ€

For a while, the room was in chaos, but because of Xuanyuan's hurried steps, it gradually became smaller until it disappeared completely.

Xuanyuan Yu walked very fast, Xue'er could barely keep up with it by trotting, and Xuanyuan Yu was deaf to the voice in the emperor's room, but it didn't mean that she didn't hear it either.

Although the emperor's attitude towards her is really not good, but in the end, human life is at stake, and she is still a little worried about the other party. After all, the other party is still the king of a country, and he is close to the age of sixteen, and he has just fainted once, if he faints again, I am afraid that his life is really worried.

So she stopped, refusing to rush forward with Xuanyuan Yu inexplicably, and forcefully pulled her arm back from the other party's hand: "Your Highnessโ€”"

She couldn't change her words twice in a row, so she kept reminding herself in her heart, so this time it was finally "a success", and she didn't change her words halfway.

Xue'er stopped suddenly, and Xuanyuan Yu didn't force her to continue walking, so she also stopped, but the sentence "Your Highness" seemed to anger him again.

Xuanyuan Yu turned around, the anger on his face still hadn't dissipated, and even his tone stiffened a little, and he roared: "Didn't I tell you, I'm not a third prince!" โ€

This is the second time that the man in front of him has said such things, and then thinking of what the emperor said when he just woke up, Xue'er just thought with her toes, and knew that this father and son had a quarrel when they had just met.

Although I don't know the content of the quarrel, judging from the table that was smashed by Xuanyuan Yu in the emperor's room just now, both the emperor and Xuanyuan Yu are not small, and I am afraid that no one will bow their heads until now.

Seeing Xuanyuan's angry face, Xue'er didn't want to argue with the other party because of a title, so she temporarily compromised, and her tone softened: "Okay, Xuanyuan, I'll call you Xuanyuan, okay?" โ€

There was a hint of coolness in the soft voice, which instantly extinguished the anger in Xuanyuan Yu's heart, his face finally eased, but his eyes became extremely complicated again, and he looked at Xue'er in a daze for a long time, and finally said dejectedly: "Xue'er, I am not the real third prince......"