"His Majesty ordered a small minister to come and have a look," Luo Wei said after seeing Long Xuan staring at him and ignoring the imperial doctor's question, "Is Your Highness feeling better now?"
"It's all right," Long Xuan looked back and said to the imperial physician, "What's wrong with me?"
"His Royal Highness is suffering from a cold," said the imperial physician, "I need to rest for a few days."
Long Xuan nodded.
"I'll wait and prescribe medicine for His Highness," the two imperial physicians bowed to Long Xuan, and then to Luo Wei, before retreating.
"His Royal Highness is all right, then the little minister will report back to His Majesty," Luo Wei also wanted to leave, and being alone with Long Xuan really made him uncomfortable.
"Where's Xiang?" Long Xuan asked.
"He is still in Changming Palace."
"Xiang did nothing wrong," Long Xuan said, "You know that."
"I know," Rowe said. "I'll intercede for him."
The half-opened window was suddenly blown wide open by a gust of wind, and the cold wind rushed into the bedroom. Luo Wei hurriedly walked to the window to close the window, but was fascinated by the dust blowing in front of his eyes. He was rubbing his eyes with one hand and groping with the other. When he was about to close the window, one hand pulled him back. a few steps.
Long Xuan pulled Rowe behind him and reached out to close the window. He had never done such a thing, it was just a small window, he just couldn't push it, and he couldn't push it again, and when he pushed it hard, the window was almost torn to the ground by him.
"There are window pins underneath," Luo Wei wiped away tears, washed all the dust in his eyes, and opened his eyes to see Long Xuan's funny behavior.
Long Xuan watched Luo Wei remove the window pin under the window and gently pushed the window that he couldn't close. It turned out that the window was closed like this. At the same time, Long Xuan also saw Luo Wei's hand with a broken finger, and his eyes sank.
Luo Wei turned his head and saw Long Xuan standing barefoot on the ground, and immediately said, "His Royal Highness, hurry up and lie down on the bed, it will be bad if you get cold again."
"Do you still care if I get cold or not?" Long Xuan walked towards the bed, "Luo Wei, there is no third person here, some of the words are obviously false, why do you say anything?"
Luo Wei walked a few steps behind Long Xuan and said, "Do you want me to call Fu Lai to come in and wait for you to lie down?"
"No need," Long Xuan lay down on the bed, "I'm afraid these people now want to find another master."
"His Royal Highness, the slaves outside are afraid that they can't afford it."
"I said, you don't have to tell these lies here," Long Xuan suddenly said angrily.
"Your Highness's temper can be thrown at me. Before you get to your Majesty, you must remember not to get angry," said Luo Wei, walking forward, trying to cover Long Xuan's quilt.
"Your hand," Long Xuan took Luo Wei's hand.
Rowe quickly withdrew his hand.
Long Xuan's hand was empty.
"His Royal Highness, rest," Luo Wei stretched out his hand to cover Long Xuan with the quilt again, "The little minister retire."
After Luo Wei turned around, Long Xuancai said, "I just think it's a pity that your hand is disabled."
"It doesn't interfere with eating, dressing, and writing," Luo Wei didn't turn around, facing Long Xuandao: "If you are disabled, you will be disabled. Compared to those who died on the battlefield, I am already lucky."
"It's just that I can't play the piano anymore," Long Xuan said in a low voice, "After I went to the study and heard you play a song that day, I ordered someone to find a good piano for you and prepare it for you on your birthday."
Luo Wei laughed and said: "His Royal Highness, there is no third person here, why do you say such things to make me happy? Luo Wei is not fond of music, what kind of piano can you play? Rest assured, Your Highness, you are the prince, Your Majesty. Even if the Liu family is beheaded, they will not touch the mother and son of His Highness."
There was only Long Xuan left in the dormitory, "I really regret that you lost a finger," Long Xuan muttered to himself, looking at the smoke wafting from the hole of the incense burner. The smoke was right in front of him, but Long Xuan stretched out his hand, but couldn't catch a single strand.