Only then did Dongmei realize that her voice was hoarse. But when she went out with the prince, her throat was still fine, how could her throat hurt like this in the blink of an eye
"Then miss, please write a prescription. The servant girl will go to the pharmacy to get the medicine and help the miss to make the medicine."
Dongfang Jing's mind was filled with the scene of Murong Qianjue pouring medicine on her. Before that, he obviously protected her like that. He even swallowed poisonous weeds like Fenghoumei, and endured the heart-pounding poison. Are you going to abuse her
He really can handle such a hot concoction!
"Miss? Miss?" Seeing that she was silent, Dongmei couldn't help calling again.
Dongfang Jing waved her hands and said, "No need. My throat hurts, I don't want to take medicine anymore."
"But your voice..."
"It's okay, I know my own body." Dongfang Jing shook her head stubbornly.
Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Dongmei didn't dare to disturb her anymore, she cleaned up the teacup in front of her, and hurried out of the room.
Dongfang Jing didn't say a word, she got under the quilt by herself, her mind was full of Murong Qianjue's ferocity during the day.
Next room.
Murong Qianjue sat cross-legged on the soft couch in the same posture.
As the sky darkened, Liu Feng knocked on the door and came in, cautiously saying, "Master, it's getting late, it's time for dinner."
Murong Qianjue was like waking up from a dream, he didn't have much appetite at first, he didn't intend to eat anymore, but he suddenly remembered something, he sat up straight suddenly, then put on a white robe, and hurried out of the room.
Passing by Dongfang Jing's house, he stopped involuntarily.
Liu Feng guessed his thoughts at a glance, and whispered, "Master, I heard from Aunt Dongmei that the princess hasn't eaten yet! Why don't my subordinates go in and ask if the princess wants to go to the front hall with the master?" meal?"
Murong Qianjue wanted to say "yes", but just as the words reached his lips, the candle in front of him was extinguished, and Dongfang Jing's room was instantly plunged into darkness.
Immediately, Murong Qianjue's brows were furrowed into a ball, and in a pair of deep eyes, a spark was faintly ignited.
Seeing this, Liu Feng couldn't help but jump in his heart, and couldn't help but look at the woman in the room with admiration!
His voice just now was not too loud. Seeing Wang Hao's reaction, she obviously heard it! Turn off the lights? This is simply a public demonstration!
"No need! This king eats alone and quietly, and doesn't like people chattering in his ears like grasshoppers!" Murong Qianjue withdrew his gaze, then walked coldly towards the front hall.
The cook prepared a large table of dishes, and Murong Qianjue ate alone.
Unlike Zongzheng Fusu, he was used to being unrestrained, and he specially ordered Liufeng to open a jar of ten-year-old Nurhong.
Murong Qianjue drank several cups in a row, until his consciousness was slightly blurred, and the cold mask covering his face was instantly broken. He clenched the cup in front of him, raised his head and drank it all, then turned his head to look at Liu Feng, and asked, "I ask you, if Lu Qiao is pregnant with your child, but wants to get rid of it... what do you think?" what is the reason?"
Liufeng and Luqiao have been separated for more than half a month, and thought they could forget each other, but when the master said it so unexpectedly, his heart still tightened suddenly!
"Probably not in love." Liu Feng pondered for a long time, clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves, loosened them after a while, and corrected, "No, it wasn't love in the first place, it was just a substitute."