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Chu Zhao was startled, and then he recognized the person as A'ao, and smiled and patted his back: "What's wrong, have you heard about my assassination?"

A'ao didn't say anything, his arms hugged her tightly like iron clamps, pressing her against his hard chest, his muscles trembling slightly from the exertion.

Chu Zhao felt that the air in his chest was about to be squeezed out by him. He held his breath and called him hoarsely: "A'ao, you are about to strangle me to death."

Hong Xiao also came over and scolded him: "What are you doing? I won't let the prince see you and skin him."

After being reminded by Hong Xiao, Qing Yu hurriedly turned around and closed the courtyard door to prevent Aao's gaffe from being seen by others.

Aao's rationality returned, and he let go of Chu Zhao with red eyes, lowering his head like a child who had done something wrong: "My subordinate was rude."

"You are indeed abrupt enough." Hong Xiao couldn't help but blame him, but Chu Zhao stopped her with a look.

"Who did you hear that something happened to me?" Chu Zhao asked.

Aao pursed his lips and said nothing.

Zi Luo came over and said, "I went to the warehouse to get things and heard about it. I came back and told him that he was about to go out to find you. I was afraid that his wound would open, so I stopped him from going, so he started to It was spinning around in the yard, like a donkey working at a mill."

"Pfft!" Chu Zhao couldn't hold back and laughed on the spot.

Qingyu and Hongxiao also laughed.

Aao glared at Zi Luo with a pulled face.

Chu Zhao burst into tears with laughter, patted Zi Luo on the head and said, "You are such an upright girl."

Zi Luo still looked innocent: "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, you described it very aptly." Chu Zhao finally stopped laughing and led a few people into the house. By the way, he briefly explained the situation to A'ao so that he wouldn't worry.

After hearing this, Aao was still worried and said with a straight face: "My injury has been healed. I will follow the princess starting tomorrow."

Chu Zhao also wanted him to raise him again. Looking at his current posture, he was afraid that he would not be able to listen to his advice, so he nodded and agreed to him: "Okay, later I will send someone to send you some sets of guard uniforms to dress you up and down." , stand next to me, and no monsters or monsters will dare to come near."

"Then wouldn't he become the door god?"

Zi Luo said something coldly, causing several people to burst into laughter again.

Zi Luo was stunned by the laughter: "Did you eat a toad? Why are you laughing all the time?"

This sentence successfully made everyone laugh.

Even Aao lowered his head and laughed so hard that his shoulders shook.

Qingyu held her stomach and smiled at Ziluo: "No wonder Concubine Su wants to sell you, that's right!"

Everyone laughed for a while, Ao's nervousness was relieved, and his face became much better.

Chu Zhao washed his hands and face, drank a cup of herbal tea, and then regained his composure. He went back to the inner room, changed into casual clothes, and came out. He asked the three girls to go do other things, leaving Aao to talk to her.

A'ao learned that Chu Zhao not only exposed his martial arts skills on the street, but also killed an assassin. He couldn't help but worry about her, fearing that Murong Xiao would doubt her identity again.

Moreover, what Chu Zhao has done recently has gone beyond the understanding of many people, and his ability and edge can no longer be hidden. If he continues, it will definitely arouse Murong Xiao's fear.

"It's okay, don't worry about him." Chu Zhao said, "Since the moment he asked people to send medicine to Beijing, his and I's status has been completely reversed. Once the Queen Mother's illness starts to attack, he can never look back. Until then, whatever I say will be whatever, and no matter how afraid he is, he can't do anything to me."

Ah Ao suddenly realized.

It turns out that the princess has already unknowingly taken the initiative, and the prince has also fallen into the princess's trap without realizing it.

He thought the princess was helping him by drugging the queen mother, but in fact, the princess controlled both him and the queen mother.

It won't take long for the princess to become the person that the prince and the queen mother need most. Even if they are afraid of the princess, they cannot touch her easily.

People say that when a master plays chess, he only knows ten moves after one move, but before the princess's chess game has even begun, she has already laid out her killer moves.

The princess is really amazing.

Aao looked at Chu Zhao who was calmly sipping tea, his eyes filled with adoring little stars.

"Princess, you said you wanted to teach me the art of war. When should we start?"

"Huh?" Chu Zhao frowned and thought for a moment, "Did I tell you that? Why don't I remember?"

Aao's face suddenly fell: "What you said was the night when the prince discovered you practicing sword practice."

"Oh, I remembered it." Chu Zhao said, "In that case, it's better to choose a different day than to hit the sun, let's start from tonight!"

"Really?" A'ao immediately became happy again, looking at Chu Zhao with wet eyes, and his expectation was beyond words.

Chu Zhao thought of teasing him and said seriously: "Of course it's true, but you have to do something for me first."

"What's the matter?" A'ao asked.

Chu Zhao reached out and lifted his chin: "You are such a well-behaved little dog. It must be very cute to spin in circles. Let me see if you spin twice."

Aao's face suddenly burned up, and the finger holding his chin seemed to be on fire, igniting his blood through his skin, making his whole body unbearably hot, and even his breathing began to feel hot.

"Master." He called out tremblingly, then suddenly grabbed Chu Zhao's wrist and pulled her up from the chair.

"Ah!" Chu Zhao was unprepared and exclaimed, slamming his head into the young man's strong chest.

The next moment, her slender waist was grabbed by a pair of big hands, and her body rose into the air.

"A'ao, what are you doing?" she asked in surprise.

"Twirl around!" A'ao said, holding her in his arms and spinning around a few times quickly.

Chu Zhao felt dizzy and quickly hugged his neck: "Aao, don't make trouble, put me down quickly, it won't be good for others to see you."

"Master, what are you afraid of? I'm still a child." The boy whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse, and his hot breath made a layer of millet grains form behind her ears.

Chu Zhao was flustered for no reason, but a picture suddenly flashed in his mind.

On the border outside the Great Wall at sunset, the soldiers fought hard for a day and a night before finally repelling the Xirong enemy. Xiao Chi, who was covered in blood, picked her up and threw her into the air, then caught her firmly and carried her in front of the entire army. She spun in circles.

The soldiers waved their swords and reveled with them to celebrate this hard-won victory. Behind them was the devastated battlefield and the bones of countless comrades...

"Princess, why are you crying?" Aao stopped abruptly, looking at the tears falling down Chu Zhao's cheeks at a loss, like a dog that accidentally got into trouble, timidly waiting to be scolded.

"It's okay, I just thought of an old friend." Chu Zhao held his arm to stand still and wiped the tears from his cheeks.

Ah Ao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered the princess' eyes red from crying in the inn that morning before returning to the palace.

That day, the princess said that she had a sad dream. Was there this old friend in that sad dream?

Someone who can make the princess cry must be a very important person, right?

Why would the princess think of him at this time?

Could it be that he also held the princess in circles?

The young man lowered his long eyelashes to cover the sourness and loneliness in his eyes.

It turns out that the princess already has someone else in mind.

That person must be much, much better than him...