Mei'er sighed and had to follow her closely.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, mixed with a strong smell of blood, which made Sheng Zhiyao's heart chuckle.

Mei'er noticed the change in her, and hurriedly helped her squatting down: "Miss, what's wrong with you? Is it because your feet are uncomfortable?"

"It's okay, I just don't know how Feng Yuanchen is?" Sheng Zhiyao frowned and said with some concern.

"The prince will be fine." Mei'er was relieved, in fact, she was also a little apprehensive in her heart, this time this group of people is not bad, even if they are fine, they will inevitably not be injured.

Sheng Zhiyao sighed when she heard this: "Mei'er, why don't you say he is not in the inn?"

"Miss, there is Bu Xing by the prince's side, and they will definitely be fine." Mei'er patted her on the shoulder.

Sheng Zhiyao's foot was sprained, and it was very difficult to walk.

"Miss, I'm still carrying you on my back!" Zhu'er hurriedly said.

"No!" Sheng Zhiyao hurriedly rejected Zhu'er's kindness, "I can go by myself."

Zhu'er couldn't resist Sheng Zhiyao, so she had to carry Sheng Zhiyao and continue to move forward.

Suddenly, a figure suddenly rushed over, Mei'er and Zhu'er saw this and hurriedly went up to protect Sheng Zhiyao, and the two long swords were instantly unsheathed.

Sheng Zhiyao looked up and saw that it was Bu Xing, and couldn't help but be stunned.

I saw that his face was anxious, his eyes were bloodshot, and there were blood stains on his body.

Sheng Zhiyao didn't know why, and hurriedly asked, "Bu Xing, what's wrong?"

Bu Xing looked at Sheng Zhiyao, and then turned to Mei'er and Zhu'er: "The palace master has accepted it."

"What?" Sheng Zhiyao was startled, suddenly lost her weight, and fell to the ground.

"Miss, be careful." Seeing this, Mei'er hurriedly helped Sheng Zhiyao up.

"I'll take a look." Sheng Zhiyao said and struggled to move forward, but Bu Xing grabbed her by the waist when she saw this, "County Lord, it's rude!"

Seeing this, Mei'er and Zhu'er hurriedly followed, and saw Feng Yuanchen, who was lying on the bed covered in blood and unconscious.

Sheng Zhiyao was distressed when she saw this, and tears burst out of her eyes.

"Bu Xing, who hurt her? I want him dead!" Sheng Zhiyao gritted her teeth and said.

"Back to the county lord, we are derelict in our duties, please punish the county lord!" Bu Xing knelt on one knee and said in a deep voice.

Sheng Zhiyao hurriedly shook his head and stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears: "It's not your fault, are any of you still hurt?"

Bu Xing hurriedly shook his head.

"That's good." Sheng Zhiyao took a deep breath and held back the tears in her eyes.

Sheng Zhiyao looked at Feng Yuanchen, who was haggard on the bed, and his heart swelled with sourness.

She hurriedly took her pulse, fortunately, fortunately there was no danger of her life, just some external injuries, plus a little too much blood, a little weak, and needed to recuperate for a while.

Sheng Zhiyao looked at Mei'er: "Bring the medicine in our baggage."

"Yes, Miss." Mei'er nodded and hurriedly went to prepare.

A moment later, Mei'er walked over with the medicine and handed it to Sheng Zhiyao.

"You and Zhu'er go to rest first, and then give these pills to Buxing, no one of them will eat, and when Yuanchen wakes up, I will call you." Sheng Zhiyao waved her hand at Mei'er and Zhu'er.

"Yes, Miss!" Mei'er and Zhu'er glanced at each other and retreated.

The door closed, and Sheng Zhiyao called Hongxue.

"Master."

"Send me and Yuanchen back to the villa."

"Yes."

Sheng Zhiyao used all her strength to move Feng Yuanchen to Hongxue's back, and then the two disappeared into the room.

Sheng Zhiyao asked Hongxue to gently put Feng Yuanchen on the bed, and then went to the laboratory to take out gauze to help him deal with the wound, and wait for everything to be taken care of.

Sheng Zhiyao looked at Hongxue with a serious expression: "I want you to help me do something."

Hongxue was stunned and looked at Sheng Zhiyao puzzled.

"You go find those black-clothed people who came tonight now, kill them all, and then throw the corpses to the Western Chu Palace." Sheng Zhiyao said word by word, "They're coming

It must be resolved as soon as possible."

"Yes." Hongxue was ordered to leave.

Sheng Zhiyao looked at Feng Yuanchen on the bed, and a touch of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes: "Yuanchen, you will be fine, I will definitely make the person who hurt you pay!"

After speaking, Sheng Zhiyao walked out of the room.

The sky was slightly bright, Sheng Zhiyao woke up, she opened her eyes, looked at Feng Yuanchen, who was still sleeping beside her, a warmth rose in her heart, she lifted the thin quilt and got out of bed, put on her shoes, and planned to walk out of the room.

But as soon as she reached the door, she stopped.

"I told you not to run around."

Sheng Zhiyao was stunned when she heard this, and quickly turned around and looked in the direction where the voice came from, and sure enough, Feng Yuanchen was lying on the bed looking at her.

"I'm sorry for the noise?" Sheng Zhiyao scratched her hair embarrassedly.

"Your injuries haven't healed yet, and now that your feet hurt again, don't move." Feng Yuanchen's tone sounded a little reproachful.

"How do you know I have a broken foot?" Sheng Zhiyao looked at Feng Yuanchen in surprise.

Feng Yuanchen smiled, pointed to Hongxue who was lying on the side of the bed, then sat up and leaned on the head of the bed: "Hongxue came back to tell me last night."

"You woke up last night? Why don't you call me?" Sheng Zhiyao walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, looking at Feng Yuanchen with a little tenderness.

"I don't want to wake you up when I see you're sleeping soundly." A faint smile rose at the corner of Feng Yuanchen's mouth.

When Sheng Zhiyao heard this, his heart warmed.

"I'll go and bring you the porridge." Sheng Zhiyao stood up, thinking of her feet, she couldn't help frowning.

"I'll serve it." Feng Yuanchen said that he was about to get out of bed, but was stopped by Sheng Zhiyao.

"You're the sick now, just lie down, I'll come." Sheng Zhiyao said, got out of bed, and walked outside.

Seeing this, Feng Yuanchen just hooked his lips slightly, and a sense of satisfaction arose in his heart.

Sheng Zhiyao walked to the kitchen, and after serving the porridge, he put the spoon in front of Feng Yuanchen.

"Drink, while it's hot."

"You feed me?" Feng Yuanchen looked at her, with a bit of expectation in his eyes.

Sheng Zhiyao was stunned for a moment and nodded with some hesitation.

Seeing this, the curvature of the corners of Feng Yuanchen's mouth was even worse, and he still took the bowl and drank it himself.

After drinking most of the bowl, Feng Yuanchen handed the empty bowl to Sheng Zhiyao: "The rest, you can drink it."

Sheng Zhiyao hurriedly shook his head when he heard this: "No, no, I want to eat and cook it myself."

"What? Disgusted with me?" Feng Yuanchen said jokingly.

When Sheng Zhiyao heard this, he hurriedly said, "No, I added herbs here to help you recover your body, but it is not suitable for me."

"I see!" Feng Yuanchen said, with a look of understanding in his eyes.

He drank all the rest of the porridge, looked at the empty bowl, and then put the bowl on the table: "After drinking, the medicinal food you made is really delicious, and there is no taste of medicinal herbs at all."

Sheng Zhiyao couldn't help but laugh when she heard this: "Then I will often boil it for you in the future until you get tired of eating, how about it?"