"Aiao, okay." Zhao Yun'er nodded. Just when I was thinking about speeding up my pace, my legs stopped working and the pain was severe.
I had just stood there for too long and started walking before I even took a break.
"Ouch~" Zhao Yun'er was walking when she suddenly fell down and fell to the ground.
The jailer quickly asked, "Girl, are you okay?"
Zhao Yun'er shook her head and beat her legs. "I'm fine. It's just that my legs don't work and I can't walk."
"But we can't keep the prince waiting any longer. Girl, come on, let me help you!" the jailer said, then came over and started to help Zhao Yun'er.
"Thank you little brother."
"You're welcome!" the jailer replied.
In fact, he was not so patient with prisoners on weekdays. Today, he just felt good about Zhao Yun'er, and Zhao Yun'er was the prince's son, so he was a little more polite.
The jailer sent Zhao Yun'er to the cell door. Standing outside the door was Mu Lianfeng.
After Mu Lianfeng returned to the Prince's Mansion, he put on a new set of clothes. The purple brocade clothes enhanced his overall temperament.
The handsome appearance of Fengshen couldn't help but attract Zhao Yun'er's attention.
This man is truly a monster!
The clothes he wore at her house were a little tattered and he didn't feel much. Now he put on new clothes, and his original handsomeness and temperament appeared again.
Sure enough, it would be better for Mu Lianfeng to stay in Yangcheng. In her home, what she had done to him, a peerless handsome man nestled in her shabby thatched house, no matter how good-looking he was, was eclipsed.
When Mu Lianfeng saw Zhao Yun'er, he looked a little excited, but when he caught a glimpse of the jailer's arm holding Zhao Yun'er, his eyes suddenly sank.
Mu Lianfeng took a step forward and pushed the jailer away from Zhao Yun'er.
The jailer hadn't figured out what was going on, and was lying on the ground looking confused.
Zhao Yun'er was also stunned. How could Mu Lianfeng bully others so well
When Zhao Yun'er and the jailer didn't understand what was going on, Mu Lianfeng's stern voice sounded, "What did you do to Yun'er? Was it an abuse of lynching? Tell me!"
The jailer was frightened by Mu Lianfeng's cold voice and trembled. He knelt on the ground and said to Mu Lianfeng, "Sir, you have wronged me. You really didn't. We did not abuse lynching."
Zhao Yun'er looked at Mu Lianfeng's angry look. It turned out that he cared about her and was afraid that she would be wronged, and she felt a little happy in her heart.
"Mr. Mu, you misunderstood that they did not torture me." Zhao Yun'er explained to the jailer.
"Then you..." Mu Lianfeng looked at Zhao Yun'er and frowned.
"I just stood in the prison for a long time, so my legs were so painful that I couldn't walk. Thanks to this little brother, I was able to walk out."
Seeing Zhao Yun'er helping him explain, the jailer also cast a grateful look at Zhao Yun'er.
Mu Lianfeng was silent for a moment, then suddenly took a step forward and hugged Zhao Yun'er directly.
Zhao Yuner's feet left the ground in an instant, she hugged Mu Lianfeng in panic, and pressed her whole face towards Mu Lianfeng's chest.
"Mr. Mu..."
Zhao Yuner looked at Mu Lianfeng in surprise, wondering what Mu Lianfeng meant.
"Since you can't move your legs, I'll hold you." Mu Lianfeng explained, with a hint of nervousness in his tone.
"But your injury is not healed yet..."