Leng Qisu moved his fingers slightly, but finally held it down. Looking at Mo Shuang and Linglong who both fell to the ground, he raised his eyes and looked at Yun Chaoxi, his solemn eyes as cold as the frost on the twelfth lunar month.
His thin lips were pursed tightly, and although he said nothing, he looked like a murderer.
Yun Chaoxi's whole body trembled, and he felt the bone-eroding coldness instantly spread to his limbs and bones. His face turned pale, and he quickly turned around and fled in a hurry.
"Is the princess okay? How can a slave with such a humble body allow the princess to sacrifice her life like this?" Mo Shuang rushed up so desperately. Linglong was a little surprised, but she didn't think too much and quickly got up and helped her up. .
"It's okay," Mo Shuang smiled faintly and looked down at the stinging wrist. When he fell down, he happened to hit the broken pieces of the tea cup.
She must have been bleeding, so she shouldn't stay here any longer, not because she was afraid that others would see her injury, but because she was afraid that others would see the thing on her wrist.
"I excuse you!" She bowed.
Leng Qisu stood up slowly, his eyes swept over her wrists vaguely, and then hovered over Linglong's red and swollen cheeks. His eyes narrowed slightly and he said, "Come here! Help the princess go back to rest!"
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Returning to Youmei Garden, she took Lily away, cleaned the wound briefly, and then fell asleep.
Although what happened tonight did not meet her original intention, she did see some clues from it.
Yun Chaoxi relied on his relationship with the Queen Mother to act arrogant and domineering.
Leng Qisu was forbearing and calm enough. Although he didn't move Yun Chaoshi at all, she still felt his anger and protection for his servants.
This was exactly why she rushed forward to help Linglong.
On Yun Chaoxi's side, the relationship has already been established and she doesn't care about one more stroke. However, by stepping forward, she can not only make Linglong owe her a favor, but most importantly, she can make Leng Qisu feel better.
She thought a lot in confusion, and it wasn't until late at night that she fell into a light sleep.
In the haziness, I felt a coolness on my wrist, and the gentle touch came back and forth, as if someone was applying something.
With a start, she sat up suddenly.
"Don't move! It's not healed yet!"
It's him.
"It's so late at night, and the prince hasn't rested yet." Mo Shuang lowered his head slightly, secretly glad that he almost showed his martial arts instinctively just now, okay, okay.
"This is gelatin. Rub it on the wound. Not only will it heal quickly, but there will be no scars in the future." Leng Qisu lowered his eyebrows, gently wrapped the brocade scarf around her wound, and then applied it. A knot.
The ultimate in gentleness is nothing more than this.
The bright moonlight shone in through the window lattice, coating his stunning face with the color of moonlight. Mo Shuang stared at him blankly, feeling a little dazed.
"You can't keep this thing!"
(End of chapter)