Ming Yulong stretched again, but heard a voice from outside, accompanied by a voice that she frowned at when she heard it!

What is he doing here again!

"His Royal Highness the Prince, this is the young lady's boudoir, it's not good for you to come in." Feng'er's voice passed through the door of the room and fell crisply into Ming Yulong's ears, with dissatisfaction in her voice.

Nalan Jun's voice was as majestic as usual, and it was conceivable that his face was not very good, "This palace brought the imperial doctor to see Miss Ming's injury, if you delay the treatment of your lady's wound, you can't afford it!" ”

Ming Yulong frowned, still leaning back in the chair, squinting and resting.

Nalan Jun is too polite to speak, even if he is the prince, if he wants to enter someone else's room, won't he say two polite words?

Also, the imperial doctor came to help her see her injuries, what is the matter with Guan Nalanjun, can he still heal? She didn't know when Nalan Jun would still have this skill!

But she doesn't plan to go out now, she has to see how Feng'er is able to do things, after all, she is the person who follows her, and she must have a number in her heart.

Feng'er didn't disappoint Ming Yulong, facing Nalan Jun's face full of majesty, as well as the bright yellow dragon robe, she stubbornly stopped in front of the door, and her tone was polite,

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, the imperial doctor has arrived, and it will be good to wait for the slave maid to take him in and show the wound to the young lady. You have a lot of opportunities every day, where do you have so much time to take care of here, or don't bother you. ”

Nalan Jun didn't expect that a little maid beside Ming Yulong would have such courage and dare to stop him, His Royal Highness the Prince! This is a servant master?!

He frowned, holding back the dissatisfaction in his heart, and his tone suddenly brought a gloomy aura,

"This palace is the prince of a country, and if you want to see the eldest lady of the Ming Palace, and care about your future fiancée, can't you?!"

Ming Yulong's tightly closed eyes furrowed his eyebrows, revealing a touch of displeasure.

Using identity to oppress a little maid is really a big momentum!

Feng'er was unable to refute what he said for a while. She was not completely shocked by the identity of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, but the latter sentence.

Although His Royal Highness the Crown Prince treats the young lady badly, this marriage was promised by the first emperor a long time ago.

Today, she can speak as fast as she wants, but when the time comes, after the young lady marries, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince deliberately humiliates the young lady against the young lady, so what should I do?

For a while, Feng'er hesitated, but in her heart she felt that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was not good to Ming Yulong, so she stopped in front of the door, but she didn't say a word, with a little hesitation on her little face.

As soon as Ming Yulong heard the silence outside, he knew what Lu Dao Feng'er was thinking.

Although her personality is a little spicy, Feng'er is a person of this era, and some old and pedantic ideas are deeply rooted in her mind, which is not as free as modern people.

Feng'er can stop Nalan Jun for so long as a maid, which is already good. She couldn't ask Feng'er to become the same as her own thoughts all of a sudden.

Let's change slowly in the future. Next, it's still time for her to appear by herself, the injury on her forehead is not light, and she doesn't want to delay the best time to take medicine for the sake of a Nalan Jun.

For the sake of such a man, it is not worth it at all to cause yourself to grow a scar.

Ming Yulong opened her eyes, her eyes were clear, she slowly stood up, patted the wrinkles and dirt on her clothes, cleaned them up, and then bypassed the screen, walked out of the house, and arrived in the courtyard, and when she looked up, she saw Nalan Jun standing in the middle of the courtyard gate.