In the next moment, Zabamu moved.

Before Bamutu could even react, he was slapped in the face.

The big hand slammed into Bamutu's neck.

Bamutu's breath was instantly deprived.

Bamutu subconsciously struggled, panting for breath as he tried to break the hand that was clasped in his stomach.

But the hands on his stomach were like steel bars.

He couldn't move.

Zabamu's arm strained slightly, lifting the person up.

"Bamutu, don't you think you've added enough chaos? If you hadn't spoken and didn't use your brain, would you have let Chu Ze grab the handle? If you hadn't been impulsive, would Prince Ben have fallen behind? I told you that yesterday I lost my face, and all the responsibility lies with you!

I warn you, if you don't rein in again, you don't have to do it with Chu Ze, and this prince will kill you first. ”

Zabamu snorted coldly and threw the person on the bed.

As Zabamu's pincer-like hand loosened, Bamutu's neck was freed, and suddenly he rushed in, and the room erupted into an earth-shattering cough.

He clutched his neck and looked at Zabamu in horror.

Just now, he obviously felt Zabamu's killing intent.

He really wanted to kill himself.

Bamutu didn't even care about the wound that was bleeding again, and subconsciously shrank into the bed.

Zabamu looked coldly.

The masked man stepped forward and handed a square handkerchief to Zabamu.

Zabamu took it and wiped his fingers carefully.

He wiped his face and warned: "There are some things I only say once, and next time, it won't be so easy." He wiped his eyes at Bamutu's bleeding wound, waved his hand into his hand, pointed to Bamutu's leg and commanded, "Bandage him." ”

With that, Zabamu turned and left.

The masked man followed suit.

Just before the masked man was about to walk out of the room, a disdainful voice came from behind him: "Bitch, phew! ”

The masked man paused, and turned his head to glance at Bamutu with a sad look.

Under Bamutu's unflinching gaze, he smiled strangely, and then stepped out of the room.

Bamutu was injured on the spot by Chu Ze, and the Ming Emperor turned a blind eye, and Zabamu felt that his identity and status and the face of the thorn had been strongly provoked.

He was already in a bad mood, and Bamutu, the culprit, was still unconscious.

Cause trouble for him everywhere, and he doesn't repent at all.

Zabamu even regretted it a little, he knew that Bamutu could cause trouble so much, he shouldn't have brought Bamutu in the first place.

At this time, Zabamu had long forgotten that it was his idea to take Bamutu to Yingtian.

He was thinking about suppressing Da Ming.

Who knew that it kicked the iron plate.

didn't suppress others, but hurt yourself.

Zabamu slammed the table with a gloomy face, and the teacup on the table jumped up and fell to the ground and shattered into countless pieces.

When the masked man came in, he saw this scene.

The masked man silently stepped forward and cleaned up the debris.

"Why should the prince bother with a rough man like Bamutu?" The masked man whispered reassuringly.

Zabamu looked up when he heard the sound.

His eyes were gloomy, and he glanced at the masked man twice: "Come here." ”

The masked man walked over obediently.

Zabamu commanded in a cold voice: "Take off the mask." ”

The masked man obediently removes the mask.

As soon as she took off her mask, she was slapped in the face.

The masked man was caught off guard, covering his face and looking at Zabamu in surprise.

Zabamu withdrew his hand and warned in a cold voice: "Put away all your little thoughts, and then dare to make your own decisions, I don't mind killing you." "As the eldest prince of the Watts, a woman has to have as much as she wants.

Especially this woman is ambitious, and she even tried to use him to deal with Da Ming.

This particularly displeased him.

He can deal with Da Ming, but it must be his own willingness, not being pushed by someone and forced into battle.

The masked man lowered his eyes, covered his unwilling gaze, and admitted his mistake in a low voice: "It's my fault, please forgive the prince." ”

Zabamu looked at her coldly, and after a moment, he snorted coldly and said, "Don't take it as an example." ”

That's what it means to stop worrying.

The Masked Man breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that her actions will be more low-key in the future, in case she really makes Zabamu angry, only she will lose more than she loses.

The masked man suppressed the hatred in his heart, and asked Zabamu in his usual soft language: "But prince, now that Da Ming has such an attitude, what should we do?" ”

Da Ming's contempt and Chu Ze's arrogance deeply stirred Zhabamu's nerves.

But the purpose of his trip has not yet been achieved.

If you go back now, you'll fall short.

But just staying, he felt very unhappy.

But there's nothing you can do.

It's really a wretch.

But I couldn't stand it for long.

When his goal is achieved, he will kill Chu Ze no matter what, so as to eliminate today's hatred.

……

Court.

Zabamu, which had not appeared for a few days, has now reappeared.

The people around me have changed.

Bamutu's leg injury had not healed, and Zabamu thought he was embarrassed, so he didn't take him into the court.

Chu Ze looked at the old Zhabamu, as if there had been no unpleasant Zhabamu before, and his heart was quite calm.

He has been staring at each other for the past few days.

As long as the other party has a change, he has a reason to take people.

Regardless of what, it's always okay to humiliate.

But the other party didn't give him a chance at all.

It's a shame.

But today this person can come to the court, and eighty percent is ready to do it.

Chu Ze still has some expectations.

Zhabamu ignored Chu Ze's wanton gaze, and calmly talked to Zhu Yuanzhang: "Your Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Xiao Wang's discipline is not strict, so that his subordinates have offended the second prince, today Xiao Wang is here to make amends to His Royal Highness, and please forgive His Royal Highness." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the court subconsciously looked at Zabamu.

This man even apologized?

The attitude is still so sincere??

How can there be a feeling of a weasel giving a New Year's greeting to a chicken?

It's chilling.

Chu Ze's eyes became a little more serious when he looked at Zabamu, and he was analyzing the purpose of this person's words.

Zhu Yuanzhang also glanced at Zabamu several times.

Zabamu stroked his chest in the direction of Zhu Fan and lowered his head slightly, which was the highest etiquette for them.

Then he couldn't fix it for Zhu Fan all of a sudden.

How is he going to answer now?

Doesn't it seem like they're too stingy to continue to make things difficult?

If it doesn't matter, will you fall into some trap again and hand the other party a handle?

Zhu Fan subconsciously looked at Chu Ze.

Chu Ze, who received the gaze, nodded at him.

Zhu Fan understood.

An impeccable polite smile was drawn on his face: "Prince Zabamu is polite, a little misunderstanding, His Royal Highness is not so stingy." ”

"Thank you, Second Highness, for your forgiveness."

This matter, even if it is over.

Next, it's Zabamu who makes a move.

Zhabamu said: "The prestige of the Ming Dynasty, Xiao Wang Shen has also heard a lot in the grassland. Just some time ago, Xiao Wang also heard that the Ming Dynasty attacked the Tatars in one fell swoop and expelled the Tatars to the depths of the grassland. Speaking of which, thanks to the Ming Dynasty, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to take down the Tartars so easily. ”

(End of chapter)