From the gate of the Ming Palace, all the way to the Linglong Pavilion in the backyard, the people on the road don't know how many exclamations and how many eyeballs they dropped.

Rong Yi always wore clothes and belts, and hugged Ming Yulong to Linglong's house without changing his face.

Feng'er called the carriage and did not come back with Ming Yulong. At this time, the courtyard was full of other subordinates, and Uncle Qi pointed to a little maid who looked well-behaved, and said solemnly:

"You go and take care of Miss, if Rong Shizi has anything to help, try to help."

The little maid looked excited, her little face was flushed, her heart was pounding, she glanced at Rong Yi with shame and affection, and hurriedly lowered her head.

"Yes, Mr. Qi, the slave and maid will serve the prince of Haorong."

Completely forgetting that her main duty is to take care of her eldest lady.

Hearing this, Uncle Qi frowned, Rong Yi's face was unhappy, he glanced at the little maid lightly, and stepped into the house.

"I don't need anyone to take care of me, I'll just be alone."

Uncle Qi glanced at the little maid whose face turned pale in an instant, and secretly scolded in his heart, what could not be put on the table, as soon as he saw Rong Shizi, he was frivolous.

"Rong Shizi has a noble status, how can he take care of Miss. It was still the old slave who arranged for someone to serve, so as not to let Rong Shizi work. ”

After finishing speaking, there was a moment of silence in the room, and Uncle Qi couldn't help but wonder if he had said something wrong just now.

Then there was a rustling sound in the house, and then Rong Yi's voice came out, "Uncle Qi, come in." ”

Uncle Qi was full of doubts, thought about it, if there was nothing important, he was afraid that Rong Shizi would not call him into the young lady's room, so he hesitated for a while, but still went into the house.

As soon as he stepped into the freshly furnished boudoir, he could see that Rong Shizi had already put Ming Yulong on the bed, but Rong Shizi's wrist was tightly held by the eldest lady.

If he is not mistaken, what is being held is Rong Shizi's life.

No wonder when Shizi got off the carriage, he insisted on not letting Mr. Shang hug Miss.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Qi's complexion changed, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, "Rong Shizi, what's going on, eldest lady, she shouldn't know martial arts." ”

The eldest lady has been a little talkative since she was born, and she is not interested in anything, and her favorite thing is to be in a daze and be distracted.

He had never seen her do anything else, but her method of holding Rong Shizi's life looked very professional.

Rong Yi lowered his eyes and glanced at the vein that was detained, he just felt that her pulse was strange, and when he took her pulse, she held her back.

And he tried, and with a slight force, her hand was clasped tighter.

The pupils that were as dark as the night slowly swirled, swept over Ming Yulong's sleeping dream face, paused, and the whirlpools under his eyes slowly dispersed.

He turned his head and said to Uncle Qi:

"I once read in an old book that some people can realize their potential in their sleep that they can't have in their daily lives, or things that they have never learned, and they can know everything after they are asleep. Miss Mingda's current situation may be like this. ”

Uncle Qi remembered that he had heard this on the battlefield before, and some people had the ability to pull out mountains and have infinite strength after being forced into a desperate situation.

Right now, this should be the case.

It's just that Rong Shizi is a man in the end, although the eldest lady is not yet in time, but it is not very good for a man to stay in the room.

After thinking for a while, Uncle Qi considered and spoke, "Rong Shizi, why don't you try, can you break the eldest lady's hand?" ”