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"Sir, it's time to take medicine."

Zhiyan brought a bowl of medicinal soup. The color of the medicinal soup was slightly different from before. It was readjusted for this injury.

He sighed: "Master, why bother hurting yourself again and again?"

But Chu Xu didn't take it seriously and said calmly: "So what?"

He looked out the window again. The autumn colors were starting to appear. The leaves had turned yellow and now only had a burnt color.

Zhiyan wanted to say that the girl from the Gao family will not come.

However, the thought of their young master having to go to the attic to stay for a while every day made these words stick in his throat.

He looked at Chu Xu's right hand again. The injury was not serious. After all, he needed to rest for a while.

"Actually, you don't have to really throw yourself down like this."

There are other ways to uncover the trap. Although Chu Xu was mentally prepared, no matter how capable he was, he was still injured.

Zhiyan doesn't like it when he gets hurt.

Chu Xu didn't intend to hide it from him, and said directly: "She does not want to participate in the autumn hunting."

Therefore, with his injury, the autumn hunting is bound to be suspended, and Gao Wenyan can get his wish.

Although he guessed that it was somewhat related to Gao Wenyan, Zhiyan was still surprised when he actually heard Chu Xu say it.

He couldn't help complaining: "Master, why bother?"

In the end, Gao Wenyan didn't even come to see him.

Chu Xu smiled after hearing this.

"Isn't it considered that you saw it in the woods?"

Thinking of the scene when Gao Wenyan arrived, Zhiyan's expression softened slightly.

He asked: "But why is the girl there?"

Chu Xu, who had great supernatural powers, also shook his head.

"It's not like you're here to see me anyway."

Gao Wenyan was always sober. If he knew that he was injured, he would probably avoid him even more. How could he rush into the woods rashly?

So Zhiyan was extremely helpless.

He went to close the windows, took the bowl, and said: "It's getting cold, Master, please remember to put on some clothes to avoid the cold again."

"Ah."

With this promise on his lips, after Zhiyan left, he walked to the platform outside. Fortunately, he still listened and knew enough to wear a windbreaker.

The cool breeze blows, and the leaves on the treetops sway, tenaciously resisting the fate of falling.

Chu Xu recalled the last time the two met. Although it was his choice to return to his original position, he was still a little disappointed.

A few days ago, there was news that the assassins in the sky prison might be blamed on Prince Zhuang.

In fact, at this point, Gao Wenyan's choice was already obvious.

Chu Xu chuckled.

It seemed that she really didn't care at all.

Chu Xu turned around and went back to the house, asking someone to remove the tea sets from the table.

The old slave was puzzled: "Master, don't you drink tea?"

He held a volume of books and only said a faint "hmm".

The old slave found it strange that Chu Xu was very attached to the tea set in the attic, and would not allow even a speck of dust to fall off.

Why is it suddenly being withdrawn?

However, this was the master's idea, and he could only do it.

Although the old slave is old, his hands and feet are very nimble. After a while, it was packed into the tray.

He took the tea set and tea leaves and left quickly.

"and many more."

Chu Xu put down the book, looked at the tray, reached out and took out a can of tea.

The old slave looked down and could only see a small "apricot" character at the top.

The tea set was not left behind, but the tea leaves were left behind. It became increasingly difficult to guess what their prime minister was thinking.

"Go."

As soon as the old slave left, the room became quiet again.

He slowly rubbed the tea can in front of the light, his eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the end, the tea can was put away properly.