(MTL) Male Supporting Counterattack Manual [Quick Travel]

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Supporting Male Lead’s Counterattack Manual [Quick Transmigration] Chapter 137: Uncle Huang (4)

When the emperor in the palace suspected that Zhu Xi was still unsuccessful, Duan Qingen was closing himself in the room and carefully watching his injured leg.

On the surface, this leg looks exactly like a normal person's leg, and it's the same as another intact leg. It's not like a person who really can't walk and gradually shrinks.

No one had doubted it before, after all, the original owner never let others see his legs, including Zhu Xi.

Because of this, originally, according to the rules, when the prince was sleeping, someone in the room was waiting by the side to wait for him. When he got to him, it became like he was kicked out every time he entered the room and got on the couch.

I wear all the socks and socks by myself, and only let people come in to cover my legs.

No one else would think that he was covering something, but they all expressed understanding. After all, His Royal Highness, who was once energetic, suddenly stomped his leg, and he was definitely reluctant to expose his weakness to others' eyes when it was changed.

In fact, every time the original owner was alone in the house, he would walk carefully for half an hour, just to prevent his legs from really shrinking.

It can be said to be very careful to survive.

It's a pity that he was cautious for half his life and finally lost to the person he likes.

Duan Qingen reached out his hand and carefully touched this leg.

It's just that the bones are crooked. Just interrupt and reconnect. He is the prince. No one in the hospital can see it.

And when the original owner just went out of the palace, because he was unwilling to find a doctor outside to look at his legs, the answer he got was also impossible in this life. Otherwise, he may not be able to sit back to the crown prince. on.

But think about the doctor Zhu Xi was calling at the beginning, Duan Qingen can also understand.

Well, it's definitely not good.

Now I ca n’t do anything to the emperor. After all, he has neither power nor connections, but he ca n’t shoot against the boss, ca n’t he be angry with the younger brother?

Duan Qingen put down his trousers, put on socks, and put himself back to his original position, and shouted to the outside: "Zhu Xi."

Zhu Xi, who had been waiting for him at the door, quickly opened the door. Slowly, slowly, came in.

Seeing him like this, Duan Qingen looked blankly and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhu Xi seemed to want to make a laugh, but he couldn't squeeze out for a long time, and finally he could only hang his head down, weakly saying:

"Go back to the Lord, the slave just accidentally flashed his waist when carrying the vase you wanted."

"Flashed his waist?"

Sitting on the couch, his handsome appearance and gentle temperament really surprised him.

Listening to his seemingly surprised tone, Zhu Xi's teeth tickled.

Isn't it flashing?

The vase was so big and heavy, and somebody said in front of him that this vase was a gift from the Emperor. There must be no mistakes. I don't believe that others think that others are clumsy, so let him move it.

For more than ten years, Zhu Xi did not say that he was pampered and respected, and basically had not done any work. Such a large vase was still a gift from the imperial emperor. No matter how weak he was, he had to be full. Is your head sweating carefully?