I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 341: The Scumbag Who Deludes Himself into 3 Folding in a Fantasy Story (11)

A light green jade pendant lay quietly on the yellow brocade.

The jade is lustrous and smooth, like fresh green leaves in early spring, with delicate texture.

Ye Zhao held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. The carved petals looked like chrysanthemums, with clear layers and extremely realistic. When he got closer, he seemed to be able to smell a faint fragrance.

"It seems the prince remembered your preference and specially asked a jade carver to carve it for you. This piece of imperial green alone is extremely rare and worth a fortune."

Luqiao exclaimed in amazement.

A drop of sweat hung on Ye Zhao's forehead. Is it necessary to be so exaggerated?

"Whose maid are you anyway, speaking for him like this?" He pursed his lips, looking displeased.

Lu Qiao readily agreed, "Of course she is the young master's maid, I am just telling the truth."

Ye Zhao snorted coldly and remained silent.

There was a knock on the door, and Luqiao went to open it.

Cuiwei entered and bowed.

Ye Zhao rubbed the jade pendant in his palm with his fingertips. Knowing what she had been doing before, he asked, "What did the doctor say?"

"Doctor Wang said that the injury is very serious. If he is not carefully treated, his life will be in danger if he is not careful."

Cuiwei didn't dare to hide it.

Ye Zhao was stunned for a moment, but still maintained the same attitude, "Just give him whatever you need. He's still useful now and can't die."

"Don't worry, my lord. I will keep an eye on them, and Mo Zhu will take good care of Miss Xiao."

Ye Zhao waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

Cuiwei and Luqiao did not dare to make any mistakes, so they left one after another and closed the door.

Ye Zhao touched the jade pendant in his hand, then there was no movement, and finally he sighed softly.

Now, won’t Xiao Yu take revenge on him to death?

The book says he is a monster. What kind of monster is he exactly?

Rose?

Rose?

Green ivy?

ivy?

Which one?

Ye Zhao racked his brains but couldn't remember, so he had to ask the system for help, "Tongzi..."

……

In Hefeng Hall, Mo Zhu sent the doctor away, and Xiao Yu, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

The slightest movement caused a piercing pain to spread throughout his body, forcing him to grit his teeth.

In addition, the strong smell of blood and the unpleasant bitter smell of medicine filled the nostrils.

I stood up with great difficulty. Just doing this step made me break out in cold sweat, as if a steel knife was repeatedly cutting my flesh.

He sat cross-legged and meditated to regulate his breathing, and when no one was around, he used magic to heal his wounds.

He was constantly enveloped by golden light, repairing the damaged muscles inside. Once the repair was complete, it began to heal the ruptured skin.

In less than thirty seconds, everything was back to normal, and the unbearable pain disappeared along with it.

Recalling something, he cast a spell to pretend to be seriously injured, so that no flaws could be seen with the naked eye.

After doing all this, Xiao Yu narrowed his eyes dangerously and muttered to himself, "Ye Zhao, just wait. If I get the chance, I will return it a hundredfold."

I used to think he was just arrogant, but now he is also unpredictable and ruthless.

As if sensing something, Ye Zhao sneezed several times in a row.

He was already worried that Xiao Yu would definitely hold a grudge against him, and now he was extremely nervous at the slightest sign of trouble.

But after waiting for a few days, there was no movement. Gradually, he became bolder and forgot about the matter.

As the weather got warmer, Ye Zhao's health improved a lot and his spirits also recovered a lot.

One day, he suddenly felt like calling his guards and maids to go play in the back mountain.

Podocarpus and persimmons are planted there all year round. Now is the season when persimmons are ripe. The golden persimmons hanging on the branches are particularly conspicuous among the lush pine trees, like orange lanterns, grinning at people.

Ye Zhao has been in poor health for many years, so the housekeeper led everyone to explore the route in previous years, choosing a flat route with few steep slopes and setting up many rest stops along the way.

What's more, he didn't have to walk at all. He could just sit in a specially made comfortable and lightweight sedan chair, carried by strong servants, and arrive in a short while.

While walking in the forest, Cuiwei Luqiao followed him, keeping an eye on his situation at all times.

The remaining guards surrounded the entire back mountain to protect his safety and make sure not a single mosquito got in.

Some of the servants set up ladders and picked persimmons from the trees.

The other part was a shed with tables and chairs for the prince to rest when he was tired.

The maidservants set out the fruits and snacks and brewed tea.

After walking into the forest for a while, Ye Zhao felt his neck was empty. He subconsciously touched it with his hand, but there was nothing.

"My prince's jade pendant is missing, Cuiwei."

He looked around and saw nothing but dry fallen leaves and broken branches, and his face looked grim.

Cuiwei looked at his neck, which was as white as snow, and indeed there was no red string. "I will send someone to look for it right away."

The jade pendant was given by His Highness some time ago. The prince valued it very much and specially found a red string to string it around his neck and hang it around his neck to accompany him to sleep every night.

Now that it's lost, I'm naturally in a state of panic.

Before leaving, Cuiwei gave Luqiao a look, implying that she must protect the prince.

"Go quickly, Luqiao, you and this prince should look around here." Ye Zhao touched his neck and instructed Luqiao after Cuiwei left.

Luqiao didn't dare to go far, and hesitated, "My Lord, why don't you wait for everyone?"

"Everyone around here is my men, there won't be any danger. Come and look for them together." Ye Zhao insisted.

Lu Qiao was very nervous and of course she didn't want to do it, but when she saw the unexpected aura emanating from him, she quickly stopped talking.

The two of them walked less than thirty steps in the opposite direction when suddenly a thick fog appeared, wrapped in a biting cold wind and carrying flying sand and rocks.

Luqiao felt uneasy and looked back, but was blinded by the dark fog and could not see anything.

When the thick fog and sand cleared, Ye Zhao had long disappeared.

All the strength in her body seemed to be drained away, and she fell to the ground, with only two words in her mind: It's over!