Dongfang Jing stood there in a daze, staring blankly at the other party, at the soup slipping from the side of his mask, at the slender fingers he stretched out.
Jin Qiu noticed her abnormality, pushed her quietly, and reminded, "Miss, 'His Royal Highness King Ning' is asking you something!"
"I believe..."
Dongfang Jing squeezed out two words from the back of her throat.
Three years ago, when she was forced to abort, she locked herself in the house and refused to eat or drink for three whole days, and refused to see anyone.
At that time, Wuyou also patiently brought the incomparably bitter soup to her mouth, and after trying it himself, he gave it to her to drink.
Recalling the situation at that time, Dongfang Jing was very annoyed.
Wuyou personally boiled the decoction for three hours, but she spilled it directly, and sprinkled it all on the back of his hand in a scalding cup.
When Dongfang Jing saw the burn on the back of the man's hand, her heart skipped a beat again.
Zongzheng Fusu noticed her gaze, quickly withdrew his right hand, and retracted his right hand into his sleeve.
All over his body, this scar might be the only thing that could reveal his identity!
But the cronies of the former prince's mansion, dead and exiled, there are no people in the court who can recognize him, let alone judge his identity with this small scar. What's more, in the eyes of others, Zongzheng Fusu is a left-handed man who is good at wielding a sword with his left hand, and his right hand has been hidden in his sleeve for many years.
In fact, he is not left-handed at all, it's just because he has a thorn in his heart that he doesn't want to show this scar.
"'His Royal Highness King Ning', your right hand..." Dongfang Jing had already confirmed his identity, but she still wanted to test it out, wanting him to tell some things about that year, and even more wanting to know how he felt when he was burned.
"It's none of your business." Zongzheng Fusu's voice sank, without the gentleness just now.
"How did it hurt?" Dongfang Jing looked at him with burning eyes.
Zongzheng Fusu looked back, with a bit of ruthlessness in his tone, "I was bitten by an ignorant wild cat!"
Dongfang Jing couldn't help a hint of ridicule rising in her heart. It turned out that in his heart, she was just an ignorant wild cat!
yes! Unreasonable wild cat! How apt is this metaphor
It's just a wild cat that he took in with good intentions, but he can't keep it at home!
"What about the wild cat? Then, what did you do with it?" Dongfang Jing couldn't help asking.
Zongzheng Fusu frowned, and said three words coldly, "It's gone."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around sadly and walked towards the outside of the tent.
Jin Qiu was confused when he heard it, and always felt that the two of them had something in their words, they seemed to have known each other, but they didn't know who recognized who and who didn't.
"Girl, do you recognize this person?" She couldn't help asking.
Dongfang Jing remained silent, took the bowl of soup, and poured it down with her head up. Although she was extremely disgusted, it was like drinking rain.
Jin Qiu saw through her mind, and said, "It seems that there is a deep relationship between this person and the girl. Girl, forgive me for talking too much. Some people have things that pass as they pass. There is no need to keep it in your heart. Don't you Having a good time doesn't mean that others are having a hard time like you, so why should you make things difficult for yourself?"
Dongfang Jing twitched the corners of her lips and smiled awkwardly, "You're right, maybe he doesn't care anymore."
Just at this time, a feathered arrow shot head-on with a "swish".
"careful!"
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