Chapter 513: Killing Lu Youruo Fifteen Years Later (1)

When the two woke up, it was already the next morning, nesting comfortably in Zhai Xiying's arms, and they didn't notice the burning gaze from Zhai Xiying.

Staring at her sleeping face, being able to hold her and stay quietly like this, Zhai Xiying is willing.

"Hmph..."Youruo slept for a long time, moved in front of Zhai Xiying's chest, stretched his waist, and woke up.

When he opened his eyes to Zhai Xiying's gaze, Youruo would not move away in embarrassment, and said with concern: "What do you think of your body?" ”

"Your elixir is very effective, this king should be fine." Zhai Xiying raised the corners of his mouth, because of his sincere smile, and his eyes narrowed slightly because of his smile.

Early in the morning, he used a beautiful man to tempt Youruo, and Youruo disdainful. grabbed Zhai Xiying's wrist and gave him a pulse.

After taking the pulse, he ordered: "It's not a big deal, you just lie in bed for three days." ”

"Something." Zhai Xiying's face sank, although the defense line of the palace has been arranged, there are also many things that need to be dealt with in the Hades Palace.

There are important matters in the rivers and lakes, and there are also important matters to be solved in the court, Zhai Xiying must not only take care of Youruo's safety, but also strengthen his strength.

If several parties had been fighting him, even if Zhai Xiying's strength was strong at the beginning, he would not be able to withstand the rotational battles of many opponents.

"If there's anything, you just let Xing come in and report to you, just don't go out of the house to find something. The body is the capital of the revolution! After Youruo finished explaining, he got up and changed his clothes.

Zhai Xiying sighed secretly, and listened to Youruo's words.

Before breakfast, Youruo went to the kitchen and prepared medicinal food for Zhai Xiying alone.

The chefs in the palace are gone, and now Lu Rong is tired from three meals a day, Youruo doesn't want her baby to work too hard, so Zhai Xiying's meals are in charge of Youruo.

Since the palace has not been able to recruit servants and maidservants, a small number of subordinates of the Hades Palace live in the palace, except for three meals a day, they are in charge, and the others are solved by themselves.

Everyone has hands and feet, even if there is no servant who is not called, they can take care of the Ying Wangfu as if they were raising one or two hundred people.

"Master, there is a secret letter from the dark side." Xing handed a long bamboo pipe in front of Zhai Xiying.

Zhai Xiying took the bamboo pipe, and secretly used a long bamboo pipe to secretly transmit the message, and put stationery in it. Open the lid at the top of the bamboo tube, and there is indeed a note.

He took out the note, handed it to Xing, and slowly opened it.

At this time, the secret transmission of letters, rather than the eunuchs, may indicate some kind of shady conspiracy.

'Fifteen years ago, Lu Youruo was killed, and the 100-person secret pile was relieved of the invasion mission. ’

"Take it and burn it!" Zhai Xiying angrily crumpled the note into a ball.

Zhai Yuan wants to deal with him, and Zhai Xiying will accompany him! But he has been holding on to Youruo's life, how could Zhai Xiying let Zhai Yuan continue to harass him!

"Master, the messenger also said that about the Yuexian Palace, the emperor will not arrest Naying Palace."

Zhai Xiying sneered disdainfully, "If he can find evidence to prove that it was the Ying Wangfu who did it, just come and arrest this king!" ”

In the brief battle with Dark that day, Zhai Xiying was called 'Lord of the Hades Palace', not Prince Ying, which already meant that the emperor wanted to blame the arson of the assassins in the palace to the rivers and lakes, rather than the fight between father and son.

"Kill the messenger!" Zhai Xiying wants to go back with a dead corpse, don't dare to cross Zhai Xiying's head just because it is dark that has repeatedly attacked!

"Yes, master!"

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