When Han Fei withdrew her hand, Qin Che's hand trembled slightly.
Han Fei pondered for a while and said, "Since when did the prince become unable to move?"
"Ten years ago."
ten years? It’s been so long…
Han Fei asked smoothly: "What's the reason?"
silence.
Han Fei felt a coldness rushing towards her face, mixed with murderous intent. She shook, and when she came back to the question she had just asked, her heart skipped a beat.
If a good prince suddenly becomes lame and unable to leave, it will definitely not be a public matter. Wasn't what he said just now just asking for royal secrets
Han Fei immediately changed the subject and said, "Your Majesty, I'm going to give you an acupuncture. Are you afraid of the pain? It will hurt a little."
Han Fei couldn't help but adopt a coaxing tone. She didn't realize that the tone was inappropriate at all. Naturally, she couldn't see the person in front of her changing from looking murderous to stunned.
Han Fei automatically took the man's silence as an answer, took out her needle bag and rubbed it, but the next moment, a dagger was pressed against her neck.
Han Fei's hand trembled and she almost dropped the needle.
"You, do you treat the person who treats you like this?"
Han Fei said tremblingly.
Gao Feng's expression changed and he said: "Your Majesty, this person's purpose is unknown and he is holding a murderous weapon. Do not approach him."
Qin Che frowned and said, "Back off, Gale."
"Your Majesty..."
When Gao Feng met those cold eyes, his body suddenly froze. Just as he was stunned for a moment, his wrist suddenly felt a sting like a needle, and a warm current rose up from his tailbone. When he reacted and wanted to retreat, the back of his neck was stabbed again.
A wave of dizziness swept over him, and Hayate stared in shock, and finally fell to the ground unwillingly.
Han Fei quietly pulled open some of the ribbons around her eyes, looked at the man lying on the ground, raised the corners of her mouth proudly, and muttered: "Didn't I tell you, don't hold a needle in my hand?" You came too close to me! You threatened me with a knife over and over again!"
Just when Han Fei was about to raise her eyes to look at the sick prince, her clothes were lifted up in front of her eyes, and then she saw the man covering his legs with the robe that was originally draped over his shoulders.
Han Fei's eyes looked very regretful. It was a pity that she didn't see those big white legs. Gee, the touch she just touched felt very good!
After hesitating for a while, Han Fei made sure that she saw no other emotions in those cold eyes, and then said: "My lord, don't you blame me for bringing down your men?"
"You didn't kill him."
Han Fei said loudly: "Am I such a cruel person?"
"He will naturally take the blame."
After being knocked down by a woman, Gao Feng woke up and received the punishment himself without the need for Qin Che to speak.
Han Fei's face suddenly became serious, and her big eyes were even more dazzling. She spoke to Qin Che word by word.
"I'm just telling you, I'm not just saying this casually. If I can bring your hands down with my eyes closed, then I can heal your legs. Even if you can't stand up, at least I can let you have Touch.”
After saying these passionate words, Han Fei was so moved by herself that she thought the sickly prince would be moved, but she met the corner of his lips that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Han Fei's face suddenly fell and she muttered: "Can't you be moved?"
Qin Che half-closed his eyes and said, "Many people have said this to me."
Han Fei was startled, her heart twitched unconsciously, and a strange feeling suddenly arose. She didn't know how to describe it, but she felt a little distressed.
Han Fei gritted her teeth and said: "Once, at least you believe me once, once is enough."
Qin Che raised his eyes and set his sights on Han Fei. Han Fei's round and silly face was reflected in the deep ink-like pupils, as if her whole body was sucked in.
He asked: "Can I trust you? Han Fei."
Han Fei pursed her lips and met his gaze stubbornly, without giving in at all, and said: "It is my responsibility to go through fire and water for you, Master Che!"
He was slightly surprised: "Master Che?"
Han Fei thought in her mind, he is just a father! His fate will be intertwined with hers, and he is the master she wants to hold and worship!
"You heard wrong, I meant the prince."
The face under the mask was slightly surprised, but his hard heart softened a little, and he said, "Then, let's get started."
This sentence was equivalent to agreeing to Han Fei's intention to perform acupuncture on him.
Han Fei's face was filled with joy, and she began to have a better view of the sick prince. She picked up the ribbon again, wrapped it around her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Your Majesty, can you please come to the bed? "
It is indeed difficult to perform acupuncture while sitting.
The sound of his exhalation came very close to my ears, and a deep voice overflowed, saying: "You just put down the person who can put me in bed."
Han Fei was stunned for a moment, and then felt extremely embarrassed. The pride she felt just now was gone, but the person she stabbed in the hole would have to sleep for a whole day before waking up. What should I do now
Qin Che was also watching what Han Fei should do, with an interest on his face that he didn't even know he had.
It had been a long time since he had seen someone who could arouse his emotions.
Han Fei cheered up and said, "My lord, I'm offended."
Having said that, Han Fei was about to bend down and pick up the man on the armchair. Anyway, she had a lot of strength, so it shouldn't be a problem to hold such a soft man. However, before her hand even touched the man, she was grabbed. The wrist was clamped, causing her to cry out in pain.
"You should know that I don't like this method."
Han Fei felt aggrieved, "I can't see!"
"But your look gives you away."
"how do you know!"
There was indeed a hidden intention in her heart to tease him. After all, knowing that she would have to provide for him in the future, she naturally felt a little unhappy.
"I got it now."
Han Fei paused and curled her lips: "Then what do you want to do!"
"Push me over."
Han Fei said doubtfully: "Are you sure?"
"Um."
Han Fei fumbled for the position of the handle, and then with a little force, she actually pushed the chair away. After thinking for a while, she understood that this chair was probably custom-made and could be moved.
"Go left."
Han Fei turned a corner.
"pass."
Han Fei took a few steps back.
"Come forward."
Han Fei pushed forward a few steps.
"A little to the right."
Han Fei twisted around.
"After that, you take a step back."
Han Fei gathered her strength and stepped back again.
After all this tossing, she was so exhausted that she was sweating all over.
As everyone knows, in Qin Che's eyes at this moment, Han Fei, who was bent over and dragging the armchair exhaustingly, looked a bit like a...
Rolling ball.
The curve of the corners of Qin Che's lips deepened.