"That is His Royal Highness the King of Changning? What bad things did he do? ”

"Humph! What bad things he did, I tell you, I can't even mention it! Ming Yulong took the quilt cup and put it on the table, and pointed his fingers, "You pour me a glass of water, and I'll tell you what it is!" ”

"It's good." Feng'er picked up the teapot and filled the teacup, her eyes were full of curiosity, "Miss, tell me quickly, what bad things did King Changning do?" ”

Ming Yulong drank most of the cup of tea in one go, and then he was about to speak slowly, but he saw a long and elegant figure walking in front of the window, his delicate face was like a piece of beautiful jade, warm and elegant, and what he wanted to say was stuck in his throat.

Feng'er turned her back to the door, and when she didn't say anything, she thought she was selling Guanzi, and carried a teapot to courteously and said:

"Miss, just say it quickly, the tea is finished, and the slave will pour it for you."

Halfway through her words, she suddenly paused, her eyes fell on Ming Yulong's hand, and her tone became eager,

"Miss, your hand, why is your hand bleeding again!"

Ming Yulong looked down and saw bright red blood coming out of the gauze on her right palm holding the teacup, stained with fine white porcelain, she didn't have time to be surprised, a white and slender finger held her wrist in the air, and the other Ruyu wore flowers to take the teacup in her hand and put it on the table.

Feng'er turned her head sideways, saw the man in purple standing on the other side, and hurriedly saluted:

"The slave has seen Rong Shizi."

"Hmm." Rong Yi nodded.

"You're back." Seeing the two white jade-like hands, Ming Yulong knew who its owner was, and when he looked up, he saw the man's delicate jaw, and the lines were so beautiful.

Rong Yi looked at the blood from the gauze on Ming Yulong's hand, and his eyes flashed, "What's going on?" ”

"I don't know Lu Dao either, hehehehehe...... I don't know if Lu Dao is too strong Rong Yi's aura, Ming Yulong didn't dare to say the reason for the injury.

Rong Yi stood in front of her, condescendingly looking at her smiling flattering little face, and issued an upward syllable from his throat, "Huh? ”

She knew that this guy was not easy to fool.

He changed her dressing and gauze every day, and he knew best about the recovery of her palm wounds.

Now that the wound has scabbed over and is slowly growing flesh, it is not a sudden and violent movement, and the wound will not crack open and bleed.

Talking in front of the Ming people is the most troublesome.

I don't know why she didn't dare to tell the truth just now, probably because Rong Yi had already told her that if she wanted her hand to heal in advance, she should pay attention these days, don't exert force, don't move rashly.

Her lips moved, and she said in one breath: "After I went out with you, I met Bailikun and went to the paddock to shoot arrows together, and accidentally broke the wound!" ”

Her expression of "I just broke the wound open, if you want to deal with me, just come", which made the corners of Rong Yi's lips bend as if he was smiling.

"What did I tell you?"

Damn, don't talk to her like this with a child!

"Let me not use my right hand, so that the wound does not break and prolong the recovery time." But she couldn't help but answer.

Because it seems that she didn't do it right, although the real reason for the wound to crack is not because of the arrow. It was caused when he stopped Bailikun's "wolf's mouth" from raiding, and when he pushed him away with his palm.

At that time, she was in anger, and she didn't pay attention to the pain for a moment.