When Meng Hui saw Ye Xingyu waking up, he hurriedly took back his hand. His eyes seemed surprised, relieved, or something else. He shouted happily: "You're awake! Seeing how seriously injured you are behind you, I'm so sorry." I'm afraid you won't make it through. Don't you have martial arts skills? How come you were beaten down by a twenty-strong board?"
That's right, isn't it true that people who practice martial arts have strong bodies? I fell down all of a sudden...
"Well, I was seriously injured. Menghui... Menghui, this prince can't survive this time. Don't be sad when he dies! This prince in heaven... will... will protect you..."
The high-spirited look just now seemed to be just a reflection of the light, and immediately turned into a look of confusion.
A flash of panic flashed in Menghui's eyes, and he stammered: "You... you're not really going to die, are you?"
Isn't this guy... lying to her
Ye Xingyu nodded weakly, his voice low and gentle, containing a touch of sadness: "Really, can this be a joke? I'm really going to die, cough..."
As he spoke, he coughed several times in succession, as if he was afraid of something. He quickly covered it with a handkerchief and was about to hide it in his arms, but Meng Hui quickly caught it with quick eyes and hands.
Looking at the blood stains on it, Menghui's eyes widened: "What... what's going on? Why are you vomiting blood?"
He grabbed Ye Xingyu's arm tightly, with a few tears flashing in his eyes, and choked up: "How could this happen? Isn't it just that he was beaten twenty times? Why is he about to die?"
Then he let go of Ye Xingyu's arm, stood up, wiped away his tears, and said, "Just wait for me, I'll ask the imperial doctor to treat you."
Before he even took a step, his arm was grabbed by Ye Xingyu: "In my dream, my prince's father has abandoned me. The imperial doctor will never cure me after receiving my father's order. Now my prince is the only one left. I'll leave you, don't leave, stay with me and say a few words to me while I'm still alive, otherwise, I will die in peace."
Menghui didn't hear the flaw in Ye Xingyu's words, and squatted down again, sobbing: "Okay, I'll talk to you, you can't die, you are still so young, you still have a bright future waiting for you."
Ye Xingyu's mouth showed a smile that showed success in his conspiracy. He was so innocent in his dream that he cried at every turn, but she still cried for him. Did being castrated make him more feminine
It's strange to say that other women's crying makes him upset, but Meng Hui's crying makes him feel distressed. Is it because Meng Hui is not a woman
Slowly he stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears and said, "Stop crying. I'm not a girl. Don't you think it's embarrassing? Don't you want me to leave without peace of mind?"
Menghui cried and shook his head, his little face was full of pear blossoms, and he sobbed: "No, if you die, who should I go with? Menghui has no relatives, his missing brother has not been found, and the second prince is dead. I have nowhere to go..."
Ye Xingyu's outstretched hand froze there, and he couldn't help but smile. He quickly took it back and shouted in a bad tone: "Get out, get out. I thought you were crying for me, which made me very excited. Hurry up. Get out, I don’t want to see you again.”
Who knows that he cried because he was dead and had no one to rely on.
"Ah?" Mengshuang held back her tears and looked at Ye Xingyu in surprise, who was full of energy and didn't look sick at all except that his face was a little pale. He stumbled and said: "You...you really lied to me? Look at you like this, You don't look like you are dying, I dreamed that I was really worried about you, how could you lie to me?"
Ye Xingyu smiled mischievously: "I like to see you cry. A grown man is crying like a woman. The pear blossoms are raining down, and it is pouring down. It makes you feel happy."
"You're playing tricks on me again!" Meng Hui really didn't know whether he should cry or laugh at this time, and said in a more serious tone: "You will be happy one day when you make me angry."
If she had not understood anything when she first came here, she would have done impulsive things again, but now she doesn't.
Ye Xingyu touched his chin innocently: "That won't happen one day!"
Meng Hui snorted: "Maybe, I'm very stingy."
When she finds her brother, she will definitely leave. Being a eunuch is not a long-term solution.
Ye Xingyu stretched out his arms and said to Meng Hui: "Come on, help me up!"
Meng Hui took a step back, fearing that he would be deceived again: "Aren't you alive?"
"My prince is injured. Come on, I want to drink tea. Bring me some tea!" Ye Xingyu rolled his eyes at her.
Meng Hui stepped forward helplessly, helped Ye Xingyu up, and leaned him on a thick pillow: "You stay here for a while, and I will bring you tea."
A palace maid poured a cup of freshly brewed tea and handed it to Meng Hui. Meng Hui took it and brought it to Ye Xingyu: "Now, drink it!"
She had always been served by others. When had she ever served anyone else? But this person didn't know what was going on. She was really unlucky to meet a rogue like Ye Xingyu.
"You are a slave. How could a slave have such a disrespectful attitude towards his master?" Ye Xingyu did not accept the tea, but had many opinions.
Meng Hui smiled forcefully and kept raising the glass: "Second Prince, please drink tea! It won't taste good if it gets cold in a while."
Ye Xingyu didn't even look at it: "Your smile is too fake!"
Meng Hui froze, inhaling hard to keep a genuine smile: "Yes, I know my fault, and I must treat my master with sincerity. Are you okay now?"
This Ye Xingyu who killed a thousand swords, how did she offend him
Ye Xingyu reluctantly glanced at it and said graciously: "It's okay."
A happy smile appeared on Menghui's face at the right time: "Then... can you continue drinking?"
"You... feed me!"
Meng Hui thought she had heard wrong, and asked uncertainly: "What... did you just say?"
Ye Xingyu smiled so hard that his eyebrows curled up, and he stared straight at Menghui, saying word by word: "You - hello... me!"
Meng Hui's hands shook, and he forced a smile and said, "Second Prince, are you kidding me? Meng Hui can't do that."
Let her wait on him to drink water? Isn't this a joke? Besides, she has never fed anyone else.
Ye Xingyu glanced at her, his goal unwavering: "You can learn if you don't know how. I am a patient now. As my personal servant, this is what you should do. Come on, I am thirsty, come and feed me." .”
"good."
Menghui bravely brought the tea to Ye Xingyu's mouth. His hands were shaking all the time. Ye Xingyu really couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't want his body to be splashed with water stains.
As a personal valet, you can't even wait for the master to drink water. You are really stupid.
He took it over in one handful, drank it all in one gulp, and then handed it to Meng Hui: "Okay, take it down!"
Meng Hui breathed a sigh of relief, Ye Xingyu was still a bit humane, and he wasn't too bad! She would be thankful if he could always maintain his good character.
(End of chapter)