In the early morning of the next day, Prince Gong's Mansion, East Chamber.
Dongfang Jing was lying on the embroidered bed, her head was dizzy, and she finally opened her eyes. She was in pain, especially her left shoulder, and could hardly move.
Lu Qiao excitedly ran forward, "Miss! You finally woke up, you scared the slaves to death! Last night, when my uncle brought you back, both of you were covered in blood, and I don't know who got the blood ... This servant thought you would never wake up again!"
"Silly girl, your young lady's fate is tough, but she won't die that easily." Dongfang Jing lowered her eyes, recalling the time when she blocked Yu Chizhen's sword last night. Fortunately, she has excellent medical skills and knows the vitals of the human body. If the peak is a little bit higher... her life will really be gone!
"Master." Dongmei stepped forward quickly and said in a deep voice, "Master is here."
Dongfang Jing frowned, what should come will always come.
"Let him in."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zongzheng Fusu had already stepped inside, and said to Luqiao and Dongmei beside the bed, "You all go out, my king has a few words, and I want to speak to the princess alone."
"Yes." Dongmei and Luqiao quickly exited the door.
Dongfang Jing raised her head and met her eyes.
Zongzheng Fusu's black eyes were as deep as a deep well, so cold that they were about to freeze.
"Zhongli Wanyun." His voice was cold and solemn.
"En." Dongfang Jing agreed, "The lord must have many questions in his heart. Wan Yun knew that there would be today, so the lord can ask, Wan Yun knows everything, and he can say everything."
"Who are you?"
Zongzheng Fusu's eyes were burning. If the other party didn't give an answer, it seemed that she would be burned on the spot. "What is your relationship with King Ning? Why do you have to help him desperately?"
"I was once persecuted by the people in the court and became a prisoner of the imperial court. I was lucky enough to use the name of Zhongli Wanyun to make a comeback. King Ning is an old friend of my wife. I helped him only to use his strength to serve him. To avenge myself, and to avenge my family members who died in vain." Dongfang Jing did not reveal her real name, but the rest of the sentence was true.
"This king has guessed it." Zongzheng Fusu spat out five words.
He didn't sleep all night, and ordered Liufeng to investigate the life of Zhongli Wanyun, the third lady of Xiangfu, and only then discovered that she had suffered a huge injury, and after waking up again, her personality changed drastically.
Dongfang Jing was slightly taken aback, "My lord believes in ghosts and gods?"
"Why don't you believe me?" Zongzheng Fusu suddenly laughed. He can believe that his Ah Jing is back to life and lives in a certain corner of the world, why can't he believe that his princess was once a ghost
The moment Dongfang Jing blocked Yu Chizhen's sword, he was very angry. But after a night of quiet thinking, he was relieved.
His patriarchal government supports Su, the honor of King Gong, and the god of war is undoubtedly, except that he has no royal blood on the surface, what can he be inferior to the old eleven
After standing shoulder to shoulder with him, this woman chose Eleven at a critical moment. Undoubtedly, they are old acquaintances!
Zongzheng Fusu was sure that if Eleven hadn't met her before him, she would never have made the choice like last night!
"Okay, very good." Dongfang Jing smiled this time, her bright eyes were as bright as stars, "My favorite is a sensible person like Wang Ye."
"This king also likes a sensible person like you." Zongzheng Fusu suddenly stretched out his right hand towards her, "If possible, this king hopes that next time... the person you choose is me. After all—"
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