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

Chapter 372: The Scumbag Who Deludes Himself into 3 Folding in a Fantasy Story (42)

At that moment, Ye Zhao thought about the most immoral thing he had ever done in his life, and then he suppressed the strong desire to complain and left in a depressed mood.

He also told Luqiao to get a dose of abortion medicine, and reiterated it again and again, staring at Xiao Wuyu and making him drink the medicine.

Luqiao was a little surprised, but she quickly reacted and became calm.

Returning to Nianyi Pavilion where he lived, Ye Zhao paced back and forth in annoyance.

My heart was beating so fast that I tried to sit down, but I just couldn't calm down.

"Your Majesty!"

A voice came from outside, and Cuiwei, with red cheeks, ran in waving a letter in her hand.

"This is the letter that the Marquis asked someone to send back to you..."

Ye Zhao stared at the yellow envelope, then turned away and said, "Didn't I tell you to throw it aside from now on?"

"This time is different from the past. The messenger said that the Marquis is ill and has been muttering the name of the Crown Prince..."

Cuiwei's voice gradually became quieter.

A hand has already snatched the letter.

Because he was too impatient, he couldn't open it quickly, and Ye Zhao was a little annoyed.

When it was time to open it, he impatiently unfolded the paper and read it quickly.

After reading it, his face turned dark, "Where's Luqiao?"

"I don't know..."

Holding the wrinkled letter, Cuiwei replied carefully.

Before she could finish her words, Ye Zhao brushed past her and disappeared.

"My Lord, wait for this servant!"

Cuiwei put the letter into her sleeve and chased after him anxiously.

The black medicinal juice was steaming and placed on a round wooden tray, which was brought to Xiao Wuyu by Lu Qiao.

"Miss Xiao, the medicine has cooled down a bit, drink it quickly."

Xiao Wu Yu remained silent, staring quietly at the bowl of medicine that exuded a bitter and unpleasant smell.

A drop of ink splashed in my heart, spreading out in all directions, deep and bottomless.

Lu Qiao felt her hands ache from holding the medicine, and was about to speak out a reminder when Xiao Wu Yu picked up the bowl of medicine, brought it close to his mouth, opened his mouth and took it in.

It happened so quickly that a white figure came like a sharp arrow and swung his hands violently.

With a "bang", the medicine and the bowl flew out of Xiao Wu Yu's hand.

It fell to the ground and broke into pieces, and the black medicine juice soaked the ground.

The unpleasant smell of medicine spread and was extremely pungent.

Everyone present was shocked.

Xiao Wu Yu looked at the person in front of him in a trance.

Perhaps he ran too fast on the way here, Ye Zhao was out of breath, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

A few strands of hair were scattered and stuck to her neck. Her previously neat and clean clothes were now stained with fallen leaves, and the hem of her clothes was torn by something unknown.

It was the first time that the people present saw him in such a miserable state.

Only Xiao Wu Yu felt pity for him. He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and gently wiped the sweat off his face.

The moment they touched, Ye Zhao grabbed his wrist and stared at him nervously, "Did you drink the medicine?"

Xiao Wu Yu puffed up his cheeks slightly.

Understanding something, Ye Zhao grabbed the handkerchief and folded it three times, "Spit it out."

Confused, Xiao Wu Yu looked up.

"This is my order, spit it out!"

Ye Zhao unconsciously emphasized his tone.

Xiao Wu Yu lowered his head slightly, his lips touching the handkerchief.

He raised his head only after the medicine had dyed the handkerchief black.

Just as he opened his mouth to ask why, he was hugged and said, "Xiao Yu'er, please stay. The Marquis' Mansion will be your home from now on, and also the home of your children..."

"Tick!"

Something cool dripped onto Xiao Wu Yu's neck.

He opened his arms and hugged him back without a moment's hesitation...

The next second, Ye Zhao felt weak and fell into his arms, losing consciousness.