"I want to go to Lingdong in person." His eyes flickered, and he looked into Dongfang Jing's eyes.
The remaining warmth on her lips was still there, but Dongfang Jing didn't have time to recollect it, her brows were already frowned, and her face was full of dissatisfaction, "Fourth brother, don't you plan to take me with you?!"
"Lingdong is hot and humid, poisonous miasma is everywhere, your body can't stand it." Zongzheng Fusu had guessed that she would react like this, but recently there was a power in his body that was about to move, he was worried that Murong Qianjue would appear suddenly, and he would not even have time bid her farewell.
"Is your body able to bear it?!" Dongfang Jing glanced coldly, her tone blunt.
Zongzheng Fusu held her hand tightly, and felt his pulse, "Fourth brother's skill has recovered by 70% to 80%, and his internal injuries are almost healed. If you don't believe me, you can find out for yourself."
Dongfang Jingyuan didn't want to pay attention to him, but the rhythm from her fingertips was strong and powerful, and it was indeed not as weak as it was a few days ago.
"You..." She looked at Zongzheng Fusu in surprise, "How is that possible?"
He was injured so badly, how could he recover in such a short period of time? !
Even if he has excellent medical skills, she still doesn't believe it!
Zongzheng Fusu chuckled, then pinched her ear with his hand, picked off a golden osmanthus hanging from her ear temple, and said with a smile, "As soon as the ghost's hand is released, the ghost's ax will rejuvenate. The wrong number given by the outsider is also true." It didn't come out of nowhere. Third sister, you just stay in the mansion obediently. It only takes three days for fourth brother to return safely—"
Of course Dongfang Jing didn't want to, she frowned and said nothing.
"You don't know martial arts." Zongzheng Fusu continued, "If you follow, you will only become a burden to me."
drag…
This word immediately hit Dongfang Jing's Achilles heel. She waved her hand and sighed, "Okay... okay! I won't go, I won't go! You can do whatever you like. If you die in Lingdong, don't shout Let me collect your body!"
Zongzheng Fusu shook his head helplessly, and gave a subtle "hmm".
Snapped--
Dongfang Jing slapped him on the shoulder hard, her face turned blue with anger, "Shut up! How dare you answer! If you really die... I will remarry! I will marry Yuchimo, marry you The person I hate the most! Then I have to give him a bunch of children!"
Zongzheng Fusu's expression froze, and he suddenly thought of the late A Jing.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Dongfang Jing became furious and punched him in the chest several times in succession.
After allowing her to play tricks for a while, Zongzheng Fusu made a sudden move, grabbed her small fist, pressed it firmly against his heart, and said in an extremely serious tone, "No!"
Dongfang Jing's eyes moved, and she looked at him anxiously.
With a hook of Zongzheng Fusu's long arm, he took her into his arms and said in a low voice, "No! You can only marry me in this life. Even if I die, you still have to guard Prince Gong's mansion for me. Revenge for me! Keep the festival for me!"
Only in this way, she will not collapse overnight, and will live strong for a belief, won't she
"Why?!" Dongfang Jing reached out to poke his chest dissatisfied.
Zongzheng Fusu turned over and pinned her down, and said word by word, "If you say one more word, even if you have menstruation, this king will not let you off lightly!"
Dongfang Jing's face turned pale, she hurriedly retracted into his arms, hugged his body tightly, and said in a soft voice, "I was wrong, why not?"