The pain in her heart made her hiss: "Ah! It hurts."

"What do you do? Give me your hand. Leng Lingfeng reproached with distress, so he wanted to pull her hand.

"No need, I'll just come by myself, you give me the medicine." Murong Xing didn't want him to touch or touch, she didn't want others to be nice to her, and she didn't want to be tempted by herself.

Although she knew that she didn't hate Leng Lingfeng, it was precisely because she didn't hate it that she had to keep her distance from him.

"How can you medicate yourself, you see that the blood is still flowing, be good, give me your hand, let me give you the medicine." Leng Lingfeng saw her stubbornness, seducing and coaxing.

Murong Xing was not resisting, the ghost sent a hand to stretch out his hand and ask him to bandage it, and when they still had important things to do, they wouldn't worry about him for the time being.

Thinking of the jade pendant, the owner of the jade, I went to the imperial uncle on a cloudy day to ask the emperor, what is going on? Why did this piece of jade give it to her.

Leng Lingfeng looked at the slippery, tender little hands, bloodstained, frowning, feeling sorry for her at the same time, he was thinking about what happened just now, the smashing sound he heard when he came in, was it made by her?

"Do you have masochism?" Leng Lingfeng's face was not very good, and he spoke coldly.

"Do you have masochism?" Murong Xing retorted without thinking.

Seeing her hard mouth, he continued angrily: "Then why did you smash the bed with your hands, does the bed have a grudge against you?" If you don't like it, you can ask the palace people to change it, why do you want to smash it with your hands? ”

"Huh?" Murong Xing didn't expect that he had just seen her smash the bed with her hand, but she wasn't angry, what kind of broken jade couldn't be taken off when she was worn on her body, and she forgot that she had an injury on her hand when she was angry.

She put it by her side just now, thinking more and more in her heart, the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she had nowhere to vent, so she smashed it with a hammer.

She regarded the bed as the owner of this jade pendant, and the more she smashed it, the more angry she became, so she was out of control, and her little hands became like this.

Now that he says this, it really hurts, he says that ten fingers are connected to his heart, and now even her heart hurts.

"It hurts." She covered the position of her heart, and her mind was thinking about ten fingers and hearts.

Leng Lingfeng saw her covering her heart, and asked nervously, "Why does your heart hurt too?" ”

"It hurts." Murong Xing repeated what he had just said, his ten fingers connected to his heart, it hurt.

"Tell me what's in pain, I'll call the imperial doctor for you." Leng Lingfeng said that he was about to get up and go to the imperial doctor, but accidentally touched her injured hand.

"You're tapping! It's painful! If the wound is widened, there will be a scar on my hand, and I will not let you go then. Murong Xing pouted and said unashamedly.

Leng Lingfeng looked at her eighty-degree change for a while, and asked softly, "Does my heart still hurt?" ”

"Of course it hurts to connect your heart with ten fingers." She looks like she is angry, and her small mouth is high, and she can hang two catties of pork.

Oh, I see, she didn't have a heartache, but ten fingers connected to her heart, which made him worry.

"If you think your hands are ugly and you can't get married, then it's okay to marry me?" Leng Lingfeng put the bandaged little hand on his lips and kissed it.

Murong Xing's body trembled, his heart was like a deer crashing, his heart was pounding, and his heart was going up and down, like a turbulent lake.

This was the first time he had spoken to her like this, and this time he was gentle even though he said he would marry her.

Leng Lingfeng looked at Murong Xing, his eyes were gentle, he lowered his head gently, and a cherished kiss fell on her red lips.