In an instant, the air seemed to freeze.
Hua Shuisheng paused for a moment before continuing to apply the herbal medicine. Picking up the strips of cloth that had been torn up a long time ago, they carefully wrapped them up.
After doing all this, he tidied up the neckline that Ning Ze had ripped open.
"When did the prince know?"
Ning Ze said, "The day after you said you were interested in me."
He had never seen such a cold and snowy woman.
Therefore, the first time he saw Hua Shuisheng in Huanhua Pavilion, he was moved.
Later, Hua Shuisheng said that he was interested in him, and kissed him on his own initiative, and he felt that he was getting deeper and deeper.
Unexpectedly, the cruel truth was known the next day.
It turned out that he was not a woman. Moreover, it was the killer sent by his imperial brother to deal with him.
Hua Shuisheng's movement of wiping his hands froze for a moment, and then returned to normal in the next second: "Then why didn't the prince kill me?"
"Kill you?" Ning Ze looked at him.
When he first learned the truth, he was not without anger.
But…
Turning his head, he laughed at himself, his eyes filled with sadness.
"Even if I kill you, there will be a second or third killer... The imperial brother no longer trusts me, so it is the biggest mistake for me to live in this world. Only when this king is dead can the imperial brother feel at ease." .”
Having said that, Ning Ze slightly closed his eyes.
Childhood memories flooded my mind.
There are many princes and princesses in the imperial palace. But he and Ning Cheng are direct brothers of the same mother, and they have a better relationship than other brothers and sisters.
Ning Cheng liked the throne, so he focused on eating, drinking and having fun, and cultivated himself into a flirtatious playboy.
He originally thought that after the death of his father and mother, he was Ning Cheng's only relative.
Now it seems that the throne is Ning Cheng's only relative.
In Ning Cheng's eyes, like those princes who were killed, he was also an enemy who threatened his throne.
"Hua Shuisheng, you have a twin sister, right?"
Ning Ze opened his eyes and looked at the person opposite.
Hua Shuisheng was stunned for a moment, and then, a gentle smile appeared on that usually cold face.
"Yes, her name is Hua Xinyou, and she is very beautiful. Both of my parents died when I was young, and Xinyou is my only relative in this world."
Ning Ze looked at him quietly for a long time.
Suddenly, the scene of Hua Shuisheng, whose hands were trembling on the day he entered the mansion, knelt on the ground to untie his belt suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
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For the sake of his twin sister, he, who is as bright as ice and snow, can go so far...
"Hua Shuisheng, with a brother like you, your sister is very happy."
After finishing speaking, Ning Ze closed his eyes and did not speak again.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was getting colder and colder in the cave.
The originally numb shoulder wound began to ache faintly, his body felt chilly, and his mind was dizzy, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Ning Ze gritted his teeth, not letting himself make a sound.
There was a rustling sound behind him, and then, a warm embrace wrapped him from behind.
"My lord, are you feeling better? If you hold on for a while, someone will find you."
The voice next to his ear was still as cold as a clear spring, with the coolness of ice and snow, but it made the emotion in Ning Ze's chest more agitated.
"Hua Shuisheng."
"Um?"
"Do you know that what you do...is dangerous."
Ning Ze turned around.
It was dark at some point, and there was no light in the cave.
Ning Ze couldn't see the face of the person in front of him clearly, but he could feel his disordered breathing and his increasingly hot body temperature.
He rubbed that face in the dark, sliding the tip of his index finger over the soft lips.
Then, bowed his head and kissed.
The violent action touched the wound on his shoulder, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
Hua Shuisheng's voice sounded eagerly: "My lord, your injury—"
Ning Ze then stopped.
Sighing, he kissed lightly on the cold forehead in the dark.
Then he hugged him in his arms and said in a low voice: "Sleep... wake up, we can go home."