Ling Ling hugged his arms, leaned against the corner of the wooden house and closed his eyes to recuperate, a few strands of green silk were attached to her somewhat dirty cheeks, plus the white clothes stained with mud on her body, Bai Feiye's sword frowned, he took the cloth clothes he had just found, and walked to her gently.

"His Royal Highness King Jing, what are you going to do?"

Listening to his footsteps getting closer and closer, Ling Ling didn't open his eyes and asked in a cold tone.

"You're hurt."

His tone was flat, his voice was as magnetic and pleasant as usual, Ling Ling opened one eye and swept the man in the yellow shirt who had taken off his mask in front of him, closed his eyes again, and replied angrily,

"Thank you for your concern, I can't die."

"City Lord Ling is speaking to this king, is that the tone?" He chuckled softly.

Ling Ling was a little impatient. She opened her eyes and looked at him coldly, and the corners of her mouth hooked lightly with mockery,

"Your Royal Highness King Jing, I'm sorry, we don't know each other, I really don't have a good tone to talk to you."

He walked up to Ling Ling's side, sat on the ground, and put the medicine box and clothes he found beside her, "You are injured, the wound needs to be bandaged, and the clothes on your body also need to be changed." ”

Ling Ling glanced at the medicine box and clothes beside her, and couldn't help but look at the man sitting next to her, only to feel confused and irritable, and thought that if he found out that the bloodstains behind her were just an illusion made by her, then she would be in vain after all her hard work!

She took a deep breath. Gentle attitude to the white non-night road,

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness King Jing, but I'm really just a minor injury, it's not a big deal, and I'm a person with a cleanliness habit, and I really don't like to wear clothes given by others."

"Don't be reckless because of what we are doing."

Thinking of the dazzling red behind her, he frowned, a little anxious.

"Does His Royal Highness King Jing think that I am the one who would torture myself because of such a trivial matter?"

Ling Ling glanced at the medicine box beside him again, reached out and picked it up and held it in his arms, looked at Bai Feiye who was unmoved on the side, and said in a cold tone,

"Naturally, I won't be strong for a while, this small wooden house is so big, Your Royal Highness King Jing is here, how can I drug myself?"

He got up and patted the corner of his clothes. Xing's eyes turned slightly, and he glanced at Ling Ling, who was sitting in the corner with the medicine box, and walked out of the cabin with his hands in his hands.

After seeing him close the door, Ling Ling breathed a sigh of relief, she frowned and stared at the medicine box in her arms in a daze for a moment, and found that in this situation, she still had the mind to think about it here, and she was really angry with herself in her heart, she knocked her head hard, and after she woke up, she walked to the wooden table with the medicine box in her arms and began to arrange the healing scene.

Pinching the time was almost up, Ling Ling looked at the scattered medicine bottles on the table, clapped his hands with satisfaction, walked to the door, and raised his hand to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, the smell of barbecue came through the breeze of the woods.

In the open space in front of the cabin, the red candle quietly made the fire in the stone pile, and Bai Feiye sat by the fire, holding a thick branch with pheasants in his hand, roasting the chicken leisurely and casually.

After working for so long, Ling Ling could be said to be dripping with water, looking at the fat roast chicken in his hand, smelling the fragrant smell of barbecue in the air, her stomach growled, and she swallowed her saliva uncontrollably.

Seeing her stunned at the door, Bai Feiye smiled at the bottom of her eyes, and continued to roast the chicken in her hand elegantly as if she didn't know.

Red Candle looked up and saw Ling Ling staring at the chicken in Bai Feiye's hand, and she was reluctant to take a step, she smiled, got up and patted the ash on her hand, and said to Ling Ling,

"Miss Ling, Red Candle caught a pheasant in the woods just now, you are injured and need to eat something to recover your strength, hurry up!"

Red Candle looked kind, Ling Ling secretly rejoiced, silently praised Red Candle's words, her eyes swept over the roast chicken, pretending to be reserved and raised her eyebrows,

"Since the Red Candle Girl is so invited, I naturally have no reason not to come."

As she spoke, she walked over to Bai Feiye with a cold face and sat down, glanced at the roast chicken in his hand that was exuding a strong fragrance, and couldn't help swallowing her saliva, for fear that her desire for roast chicken would attract Red Candle and his ridicule. She pretended to be indifferent and picked up a twig and stirred up the fire in the rocks.

And her behavior happened to be seen by Bai Feiye, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook slightly, and after confirming that the roast chicken was cooked thoroughly, he handed it to Ling Ling.

"Beware of the burn." He said lightly.

Ling Ling looked at Bai Feiye's expressionless face, then at the red candle with a smile on his sister's face, and finally at the puff pastry roast chicken in front of him, no matter how much he couldn't get along with his stomach!

She cleared her throat, "Then you're welcome!" ”

She blew the roast chicken in front of her, reached out and tore off a chicken leg, turned her back to Bai Feiye, and ate it deliciously.

Bai Feiye stuck a branch on the ground. Elegantly tear off a piece of chicken and put it in your mouth.

The surrounding atmosphere gradually became awkward and depressed, and Red Candle only felt that the tender and crispy chicken in her mouth had become old and hard, and it was difficult to swallow, she really felt that this was the most embarrassing and uncomfortable situation she had ever encountered in her life!

"My lord," Red Candle stood up with a piece of roast chicken in his hand, "Red Candle went to see what was going on on that side of the swamp, and by the way, to see if there was anyone around and anything else to eat." ”

Bai Feiye nodded slightly, the red candle was happy in her heart, she raised her hand and saluted, immediately turned around and left, and quickly disappeared into the woods.

"Why didn't you change your clothes?"

The silence was broken by a magnetic, nice voice.

Ling Ling wiped the oil from his mouth.

"I said I don't like to wear clothes that other people give."

Just kidding, this is her costume, and she's counting on crawling back to the camp in this dirty dress! As she spoke, her clothes were so dirty that she simply wiped the oil on her hands.

Bai Feiye saw her act like this, and his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, "It's better to change such dirty clothes." ”

Looking at him vaguely uncomfortable, Ling Ling remembered that his clothes were always spotless, and even at this moment, even if there was some dirt, it was almost invisible.

"The prince is of noble birth, so naturally I can't see these dirty clothes, I have rough skin and thick flesh, but I feel very comfortable to wear."

She always had a prickly attitude in her words, which made him a little displeased, and he pursed his lips and whispered,

"Do you have to speak to this king with such an attitude?"

There was a hint of anger in his tone, and Ling Ling felt a little amused when he asked him like this, "Then what attitude should I use to talk to you?" Is it pretentious, or is it a low voice? ”

"That's not what I meant......"

"I don't want to care about what the prince means, and I can't care about it," she hadn't said anything before she had been tricked all the time, but he was still angry? The more Ling Ling thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, "Since you and I have become passers-by, why should we care about what tone we use to talk?" That's right, you are the prince, and I am the courtier. I shouldn't argue with you, whatever you say is what you say! ”

The uncomfortable emotions that had been suppressed in his heart surged out again, and Ling Ling turned his head away and stopped looking at him.

His starry eyes froze. Helplessly, he lowered his eyes and smiled, and after a moment of silence, he changed his words,

"Listen to the red candle, you saw Shangguan Feng's death with your own eyes today?"

Ling Ling ignored him, he didn't care, and continued,

"Then you should have seen one wearing a mask. Someone with extremely strong internal breath," Ling Ling looked at him for a moment, and began to listen to him seriously, "That person is the person this king has been investigating all these years. The death of the first emperor, the killing of Prime Minister Xiahou's family, the occupation of Mingyue City and many other things were committed by him. That man's martial arts skills have been unfathomable in recent years, and there is almost no one who can defeat him at present, and if you want to capture him, you can only break his minions one by one. ”

Unexpectedly, that person was not only powerful behind him, but also extremely powerful himself, Ling Ling remembered what he had overheard before, and his brows locked deeper.

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