Reborn from the bottom of the coffin, the miracle doctor and the ugly concubine fight against the wo

"Who is that person?" Chu Zhao turned around fiercely, grabbing the man before he could use the knife, and instinctively swung the bamboo branch in his hand.

This time, she gathered all her strength and speed. The opponent couldn't avoid it and was slapped hard on the face by a bamboo branch. At the same time, a stone flew from behind and accurately hit the back of the person's head.

After a short cry of pain, the man didn't dare to fight. He jumped up and disappeared.

"princess."

Someone came out of the darkness with a soft cry.

Chu Zhao recognized A'ao's voice and relaxed his tense nerves.

"A'ao, you weren't lying down in the room, why did you come here?"

"This servant is worried about Princess, and plans to pick you up." A'ao came over and stood in front of her, "Princess, are you okay? Did that person hurt you?"

"No." Chu Zhao shook his head and said with lingering fear, "Fortunately you are here, otherwise I might not be able to beat him."

"I will follow the princess all the time in the future." Ao said, "The princess must be careful herself. This is not the first time someone has tried to assassinate you."

Chu Zhao was stunned, frowned and said, "How did you know?"

"The first night the princess lived in the abandoned courtyard, the servants were guarding the door. Someone once tried to go in and assassinate the princess."

Ah Ao thought for a while and simply told him about his continuous vigils for Chu Zhao these days.

He didn't want to take credit, but said it to serve as a reference for Chu Zhao.

Chu Zhao didn't expect that this child would guard his door every night, and he was suddenly surprised and moved.

"Thank you, Ah Ao, for asking you to take such trouble for me." She sincerely thanked Ah Ao, and then asked him what she thought of, "So you know kung fu, and I plan to have the opportunity to teach you!"

Aao was stunned for a moment and asked her: "Can the princess do the same?"

"I learned some in the Taoist temple." Chu Zhao said half-truthfully, "But my brain is not working well recently, so I can't remember clearly."

"Oh." A'ao had no doubt about her words, "There is no need to rush this matter. You will remember it slowly. The most important thing right now is to find the perpetrator first."

"It's not difficult to find him." Chu Zhao said, "That man's face was injured by me with a bamboo branch. All we need to do is gather everyone in the house and see who has new wounds on his face."

"That's right." A'ao said, "I also hit the man on the back of the head with a stone, which must have left scars. If someone hurt both of them at the same time, it means he didn't run away."

"Well, let's do it like this." Chu Zhao raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "It's not too late, and things will change if it's too late. Let's go to the front yard to explain the situation to the prince now, and let him order everyone in the mansion to gather urgently. "

"Okay princess." A'ao nodded in agreement and walked side by side to the front yard with her.

After knowing that A'ao knew kung fu, Chu Zhao felt particularly safe now. Looking at the young man's figure in the dark, he felt inexplicably much taller.

When he arrived at the front yard, Chu Zhao asked Ao to wait outside the door while he went in to find Murong Xiao.

The guard in the front yard saw her leaving and returning, and stopped her to ask why.

Chu Zhao didn't want to waste time by sending messages back and forth, so he said that he had a missing gadget and wanted to come back to look for it to see if it had been left on the prince's bed.

The guard had seen the prince carrying the princess to the bedroom during the day. Now when he heard that Chu Zhao was a gadget and a bed, he automatically understood it as a fun thing between the couple and let her go easily.

Chu Zhao didn't see Beiyuan outside Murong Xiao's bedroom, so he opened the door and walked in.

Beiyuan was so good at Qinggong, so he should have come back long ago. Chu Zhao suspected that he had been scared away by him and had gone somewhere else to be lazy.

There was a light on in the bedroom, but no one was there. Chu Zhao thought for a moment, walked to the wall of the machine, and was about to press the button when he suddenly heard the faint sound of conversation coming from inside.

This wall cannot completely isolate the sound. Su Nuanyu's shouting outside could be heard inside.

Chu Zhao pulled back his hand out of nowhere, wanting to hear what Murong Xiao and that man were talking about.

She held her breath and put her ear gently against the wall. She thought she could hear some secrets related to the situation in the court, but she didn't expect that the people inside were actually discussing herself.

"Although your princess has excellent medical skills, her appearance is indeed a bit scary. If you conquer the world in the future, will you make her your queen?"

"How is it possible? She is a merchant's daughter, how can she be worthy of her mother?"

"But didn't you personally promise that her father would give her the position of queen?"

"I promised her father, but if she doesn't survive that time, what can I do."

"Ah, you don't want to..."

The people inside exclaimed, and Chu Zhao suddenly broke into a cold sweat outside.

This cold sweat was not for herself, but for the original Chu Zhao.

It turns out that Murong Xiao had already made up his mind to kill the birds and burn the bridges, so that an ugly girl could securely take the position of princess.

Therefore, even if Chu Zhao does not die in the hands of his concubine now, he will die in the hands of his husband in the future.

Her ending was doomed from the moment she married into the palace.

It's a pity that she still has the heart of a girl and naively thinks that as long as she gives her sincerity, one day she can warm up the stone.

Before she died, she said that she regretted it. If she had known this, she would rather die by the gangster's knife than meet Murong Xiao.

Does she really regret it?

Maybe she didn't see through this situation until she died?

Chu Zhao suddenly thought that the scene of meeting the bandits on the road might have been planned by Murong Xiao in order to make the girl secretly fall in love with him and marry into the palace willingly.

But he himself pretended to be innocent and deceived and left angrily on the wedding night, so that the girl would feel guilty for him because of his appearance, and no matter how hard he tried, he would have no regrets.

Those desperate tearful eyes flashed before his eyes, and Chu Zhao felt a sudden pain in his heart.

When she just woke up from the coffin, she couldn't sympathize with what happened to Princess Chu Zhao. At this moment, she stood here and heard with her own ears a husband deciding his wife's life and death lightly, and finally she could understand that. There is no greater sorrow than the despair of a dead heart.

Before Chu Zhao was fed the poison, he begged so hard, but he couldn't even get a trace of Murong Xiao's trust.

Distrust, in the final analysis, means not caring.

Because he didn't care, he didn't bother to find out the truth. All he cared about was his own dignity and the Chu family's money.

As long as this scandal doesn't spread, as long as this woman is still alive, and as long as the Chu family keeps sending money to him, nothing else matters.

dog man!

Chu Zhao couldn't hold back and punched the wall hard.

"Who?" Murong Xiao asked loudly from inside.

Chu Zhao suddenly came back to his senses, quickly put away the anger on his face, and stood there waiting quietly.

Soon, the wall slid open to both sides, and Murong Xiao strode out from inside.

When he saw Chu Zhao for the first time, he was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "Why are you back again?"

Chu Zhao looked at the noble and handsome man in front of him, but could only read the words "cold and ruthless" from his face.

"There are assassins in the house. Someone wanted to kill me just now." Chu Zhao said while resisting the urge to strangle him.