"Open the door! You open the door!" Dongfang Jing looked dissatisfied, but the door was obviously locked by the people inside, and she couldn't pry it open no matter how hard she tried.
After waiting outside for about half an hour, the door creaked and was opened. Zongzheng Fusu pushed the door out, his complexion turned slightly pale, and his footsteps were a little vain.
Dongfang Jing didn't pay attention to these at all. There was a question that had been brewing in her mind for a long time.
"My king is tired, go back to the study to rest first." Zongzheng Fusu turned his face away and took a step forward.
The moment he passed her by, Dongfang Jing stretched out her hand, grabbed his sleeve tightly, turned her back to her, and said with a lot of courage, "I have a question, can you Can't answer me."
"If the king doesn't answer, have you already condemned the king in your heart?" Zongzheng Fusu saw her thoughts clearly, "The king knows what question you want to ask, and the child is not the king. I sent someone to steal it, and the dispute between the Lan family and the Murong family was not instigated by me. Although I am bent on revenge, I am not despicable enough to bet a baby's life!"
Dongfang Jing turned her head subconsciously, but the man kept his back to her, leaving her a lonely figure. The side of his face was tense to the extreme, and the aura around him became more and more cold.
Zongzheng Fusu was obviously really angry, he opened her fingers forcefully, and then walked towards the front hall without saying a word.
Dongfang Jing froze in place, only feeling that her whole body was surrounded by a chill. What happened to her? It was not easy for her to confirm each other's thoughts with him. Why did she suspect him again
She just stood there like this until Dongmei came over with the soup, she suddenly woke up and walked into the room quickly.
"Master! Lu Qiao's fever seems to have subsided!" Dongmei probed Lu Qiao's forehead, opened her sleeves to check, and then said pleasantly, "The redness and swelling on her body have also subsided a lot! "
"So fast?" Dongfang Jing's eyes moved slightly, her brows were involuntarily frowned, and she hurried forward to check.
Lu Qiao's forehead is chilly, and the fever has really subsided!
It shouldn't be!
When ordinary people get smallpox, they have to burn for at least three days. If they get over it, they have the hope of surviving. This girl has only burned for half a day, why...
Her heart was empty, as if she had guessed something, she quickly reached out to feel Luqiao's pulse.
A strong cold current flowed smoothly in her body, forcibly suppressing the original high temperature, like a safety lock, protecting her heart veins intact! The cold air is steady and the confidence is strong, obviously it can't be cultivated overnight!
It's him! He spent 70% of his internal energy in vain to protect that girl's heart!
But he still has injuries on his body!
The heart-pounding poison has not yet been cured!
How can he bear it? !
Just now at the door, he must have held his breath and stubbornly finished those words with her!
She is damned! He tried his best to save Luqiao, why should she be so jealous of a gentleman's belly with a villain's heart! What did he do wrong? She just guessed him and wronged him without evidence!
With a bang, the spoon that Dongfang Jing was holding fell to the ground and shattered.
"Master, what's wrong with you?" Dongmei asked with a frown, and then hurriedly bent down to tidy up.
Dongfang Jing straightened up immediately, and without answering Dongmei's question, she rushed out of the room and went straight to the front hall!