Dongfang Jing was covered in blood, especially those long legs. The bright red liquid flowed from the base of her thighs and spread all the way to her ankles!
Her broken body trembled slightly, and her scarred legs could hardly be closed.
Glancing at the person on the couch, Dongfang Jing couldn't help feeling rejoicing. Fortunately, he suffered an internal injury and was soon exhausted... If she hadn't been injured, she might have been stiff at this moment and died on that soft couch !
"Master, master..." Dongmei has been guarding outside the door. Hearing such a loud commotion in the room, she guessed that the prince and the princess are having an affair, and dare not come forward to disturb... But at this moment, the voice suddenly disappeared. , she was a little worried again.
Holding on to the table and chairs, Dongfang Jing strenuously walked to the door. As soon as she opened the door, she trembled and fell directly into Dongmei's arms!
Seeing that she was naked and covered in wounds, Dongmei was terrified and said anxiously, "Master! What happened?! How did you become like this? Did an assassin break in? Wang...Where is the prince?" ?!"
When Zongzheng Fusu was mentioned, her voice suddenly rose.
Dongfang Jing was startled, quickly raised her arm, covered her mouth, and made a "shh" gesture to her, signaling her to keep her voice down.
Dongmei's brows were already knitted into a ball.
Dongfang Jing leaned more than half of her weight on Dongmei's body, and tightly grasped Dongmei's sleeves with her ten fingers, like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw. Her voice was extremely weak, "Go... go! Take me back to the backyard!"
"But my lord..." Dongmei didn't know what happened in the house, and she was very anxious.
"Leave him alone! Let's go!"
Whenever she thought of what happened just now, Dongfang Jing's body would tremble uncontrollably.
"Yes." Dongmei agreed, then grabbed her shoulders, bypassed the sight of all the guards, and walked directly into the backyard from the bamboo path.
"Close the door!"
As soon as Dongfang Jing entered the room, she let out a low growl.
Dongmei nodded repeatedly, and only after she closed the doors and windows and lit the lamp did she see Dongfang Jing's wound clearly.
"Master, you... you..." Her nose was sour, and she almost cried out. Recalling the movement in the front hall just now, she immediately reacted, and asked in shock, "It's the prince! The prince did it, right?!"
Dongfang Jing closed her eyes and sighed softly, "He didn't want to."
"Damn!" Dongmei scolded angrily, "If the person chosen by the master was my young master, he would never have made himself look like this! It's good that you are his princess, but why should he treat you like this? Master What did you do wrong?!"
"Shut up!" Dongfang Jing suddenly opened her eyes, and a cold light flashed in her eyes. She tapped the edge of the bed with her fingers, regained her composure in an instant, and told Dongmei, "Dongmei, don't tell anyone what happened today, not even the prince himself!"
"Why?!" Dongmei focused on Rong Yin, with a dissatisfied expression on her face.
"Just because I am your master!" Dongfang Jing rebuked in a low voice.
Dongmei's heart trembled, and she stared blankly at her.
Dongfang Jing knew that her tone was serious, and it was really scary, she sighed lightly and said, "Just now the prince lost consciousness and didn't know what he was doing, I don't blame him."
Dongmei was dubious, and nodded resolutely.
"Go, get a basin of hot water, and find a bottle of Jinchuang medicine. The wounds on my body must not be seen by the prince!"