The two of them didn't expect that Yuan Baoer would be so careless and the wine and food were splashing, including many stews that had just been served.

The pot is steaming hot, and if it really falls on your body, it will definitely burn it.

The two subconsciously dodged to the side, and Yuan Baoer took advantage of this opportunity to rush out with the right king.

The two of them quickly chased after each other, but they were half a step behind and could not stop Yuan Baoer before rushing into the courtyard.

Standing outside the yard, the two hesitated.

Even if this is the territory of the Right King, although it looks calm, the Right King himself has guards, and these guards are only affiliated with the Right King himself.

They have absolute escort rights, which is passed through Tuman.

If two people enter, they can be designated as assassins and killed on the spot.

Apart from cursing the useless fools, King Zuo would never avenge them.

"Retreat," the two of them had a very consistent idea.

Since it is meaningless death, it is better to go back. If the master is in a good mood, it is also good to save their lives.

Yuan Baoer ran back to the inner room, stuffed the man between the bed and the corner of the wall, and carried a stool in front of him.

The Right King raised his head in a daze, only vaguely saw her back, and then fainted again.

Yuan Baoer kept squatting there, waiting for the two of them to come, so he could attack him.

However, after waiting for almost a while, they didn't wait until the two of them came. Instead, the maid from the backyard came over.

"Why are you here?"

Yuan Baoer was surprised.

The maids surrounded him and flocked to help the right king.

Soon, Yuan Baoer was left behind by the maids.

She shrugged and stood there tactfully, watching the maids holding pots and twisting their pants and serving them with great sincerity.

The right king quickly woke up, looked at the shaking head around him, frowned impatiently, "Get out of here."

He was not good at speaking, and the maids ran away.

The right king's head hurts and he doesn't want to move at all. He just turns his eyes and looks around, and finally finds someone in the corner.

"Come here," he said in a low voice.

Yuan Baoer moved over and looked at him squeezing his brows, "Are you okay?"

The right king closed his eyes and asked her: "Why am I back?"

"I'll carry it back," Yuan Baoer raised her eyebrows and looked proud: "I'm so lucky that I'm reacting quickly, otherwise you'll give it."

The right king closed his eyes. He was already very Shin-chung on the table, but he didn't expect to be hit.

"Is there any big fuss?"

Yuan Baoer squinted, "I turned the table up, is it big?"

"Are you hurting?"

Yuan Baoer shook her head.

"That's fine," the right king stood up and looked at the sky, "It's getting late, you'll take a break soon, and you'll talk about these things tomorrow."

Yuan Baoer rubbed her back, "I'm going to make a fuss about King Zuo's wedding banquet, will I lose my head, right?"

The Right King smiled, "I'm only worried now?"

Yuan Baoer curled her lips, "If you hadn't fainted, I wouldn't have made a fuss. In the final analysis, it was all your fault."

The right king smiled and said, "Blame me, the left king comes, I'll hold on, okay?"

Only then did Yuan Baoer run back to her compartment, drag the quilt, and fall to sleep.

When it was dawn and the sky was still foggy, Zama slipped over quietly.

The Right King opened his eyes vigilantly and finally relaxed when he saw that it was him.

"Why are you here?"

"Can I not come?"

Za immediately measured him, "Are you okay?"

The right king shook his head and started slowly.

"No wonder you don't want to change that little girl. Just like her, I won't change it, and I won't change it," Zama said with a smile.

"She had a big fuss yesterday?"

The right king asked in a low voice.

Zama said gloatingly: "I almost burned two newcomers to death after the banquet. Is this a big deal?"

The right king pressed his forehead with headache, "Is it serious?"

Zama shook her head, "Mulan is injured, your brother is fine."

"But everyone knows what's going on with you, but it's just that it's a mess. If you really want to hit the royal city, you won't be able to take any action."

The right king pulled up his hair disapprovingly and cleaned himself in front of the mirror.

Zama tilted his head and looked at him, "What are your plans?"

There was a knock on the door outside the door, and the maid stepped in, "Master, letter from Wangcheng."

The right king took it over and looked at it. He put it on the table, smoothed his clothes, and said in a low voice: "I will go back to the royal city tomorrow."

Zama's eyes lit up, "I."

"You stay here and follow him."

Zama suddenly became depressed.

The right king handed the letter to Zama.

After reading it, Zama whispered: "This handwriting is not from Kuha, it should have been written by the princess."

"She asked you to go back, but she must have no good intentions. She must have wanted to get rid of you."

The right king pursed his lips, looked at the direction of the compartment, and signaled him to whisper.

"You can't go back," Zama whispered.

"If you don't go back? Then she will rectify me for the crime of disobedience, and I may not even have the chance to appeal."

"Do you think there is one when you go back?"

Zhama growled.

The Right King smiled, "Why do you think she wants me to go back?"

Zama glared at him, why did he ask again and again for such an obvious question?

"Because in the hearts of the ministers, I am the chief."

"So, if the princess wants her son to succeed to the throne, she must find a way to get rid of me."

Zama was stunned, "You know, you still dare to go back?"

It takes at least ten days to walk from here to the royal city.

This is still a quick move.

If you are not lucky and are blocked by strong wind or sand on the road, it depends on your luck.

In this situation, he knew that the princess would not let him go, but he still wanted to go back.

Do you think that dying is not fast enough?

"Will I die if I don't go back?"

The Right King was very calm, "She wanted my life. Instead of being killed by her silently outside, it would be better to go back to the royal city to fight."

"At least there are ministers who regard me as the first heir."

Zama was silent for a while, "I'll escort you back."

"No, you stay," the right king was determined.

"As soon as I leave, he will definitely leave too. I need you as my eyes."

"But if something happens to you, what's the use of my eyes?"

Zhama growled.

The Right King smiled, "Don't worry, I will definitely go back."

"What are your plans?"

Zamadao.

The right king shook his head, "Just believe me."

Zama curled his lips, but he thought, but unfortunately, he was strong and there were countless hidden arrows waiting, so how could he feel at ease?

Yuan Baoer woke up from the sound of the two of them talking.

Zama immediately shut up, looked at the right king, and disappeared quietly.

Yuan Baoer struggled to pull the quilt for a while before sitting up.

After a while, she packed up and came out.

"Master, have you gotten up?"

She hurried to fetch water.
Chapter completed!