At the gate of Prince Gong's Mansion, Zongzheng Fusu was standing, Liufeng was kneeling, Dongfang Jing was sitting, and the three of them were deadlocked.
Dongfang Jing finally couldn't stand it anymore, opened the curtain of the car, and quietly got out of the carriage.
She was injured, she didn't want Zongzheng Fusu to see her, so she got out of the car and walked into the house silently.
Zongzheng Fusu caught a glimpse of her back from the corner of his eye, and quickly closed the post, his black pupils suddenly tightened! She doesn't want to see him so much, she doesn't even want to meet him? !
"When did the concubine become so ignorant of the rules?" He said coldly, his voice was extremely hoarse, "You don't even salute me when you see me?!"
Dongfang Jing's back froze, and her right foot that was about to step over the threshold froze!
Although they met each other without words, she still had no choice but to turn her head, and towards that person, she quickly blessed her body and said, "I have seen the prince before."
"En." Zongzheng Fusu responded, and then stepped forward.
Dongfang Jing kept her head down, not wanting to look into the man's eyes.
Zongzheng Fusu saw the scratches on the side of her neck all at once, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and his eyes became a little colder. He just left for a day, and she hurt herself!
"Look up, let me have a look." He stared at her with burning eyes.
It is said that gaze is stressful. Dongfang Jing didn't feel the pressure, but felt two fires burning above her head.
"My lord, my concubine is allergic to pollen and has rashes on her face. I'm afraid I'll scare my lord." Dongfang Jing made an excuse at will. Although she is skilled, but in order to recover from the bruises all over her face, besides applying the plaster she made every day, what she needs most is time. Time can dilute scars, time can dilute distress... I hope time can also dilute that shameful night.
"Really?" Zongzheng Fusu's left hand clenched into a fist, and the line of his neck was tightened to the extreme, "This king is known as the king of ghosts, and he thinks he is unparalleled in medicine. You raise your head and let me see, this king Let me prescribe a prescription to help you recuperate. After all, His Royal Highness Prince Ning is going to get married in three days, and I hope that the princess will attend the banquet beautifully."
"Don't worry, my lord, this concubine can be herself..." adjusted.
Before Dongfang Jing could finish her sentence, her soft chin was pinched by a callused palm!
When Zongzheng Fusu saw the injury on the side of her neck, he obviously didn't have the patience to listen to her excuses, so he squeezed her chin hard with his hand, slowly moved up, and then forced her to meet his eyes!
With just one glance, the brows under that ghost mask twitched into a ball!
Dongfang Jing's fair face seemed to have been deliberately "carved" with a knife, and there were terrible scars everywhere! The originally crystal clear skin was red and swollen.
"These scars...are also caused by pollen allergies?" Zongzheng Fusu couldn't help feeling distressed! He had only been away for a few days, how could she make herself look like this? !
"Yeah." Dongfang Jing blushed, quickly pushed his palm away, then lowered her head and said, "I'm allergic to hayfever, I can't help itching, I'm afraid of itching, I scratched it myself!"
Scratch yourself? !
Zongzheng Fusu couldn't help but sneer in his heart!
She really doesn't take him seriously, does she? ! She didn't even bother to find a reasonable reason to block his mouth, even such a ridiculous excuse could be thrown to him without thinking!
Because of the love affair in the cave, Zongzheng Fusu was very entangled in his heart. He wanted to have a good talk with her, but he didn't want to... She didn't want to talk to him at all!