Chapter 138 Treatment of Feng Jue's Injury

"My good third brother said that he came to see my good brother. When he entered the door, he moved a little fiercely. He was also afraid that my good brother would have an accident and see Ling Fengyan together. Of course, the three people smiled as if nothing had happened!" Feng Jue dyed a smile and stretched out his hand to close the window. The next thing was not interesting. Unexpectedly, Miss Ling Er was still eating the bowl and looking at the pot, so she could add more colors to the future...

Mo Xuetong didn't want to pay attention to him, but he really couldn't resist curiosity. Seeing that he lit the candlelight in the room, he turned his head and smiled at himself. The smile was so evil. Under the flashing candlelight, the beautiful teenager's demon-like temperament had some gentleness that he usually did not have, which made people's face slightly hot and simply opened the topic. He looked away in a panic and pretended to look at the 10% screen on the other side as if nothing had happened.

"The King of Yan and Miss Ling Er are also a door-to-door match. The Empress supports the King of Yan. Why don't they fulfill them? Why do they look like Miss Ling Er and the King of Chu..."

This scene is really funny. The king of Yan is like a husband who caught his wife's affair, but the king of Chu obviously has no consciousness of a traitor.

Just now, King Yan rushed in with an angry face. Ling Fengyan stood up in shock and pulled Feng Jue Xuan, who pulled her sachet, almost fell down. It was still the highest level of Feng Jue Xuan. There was no embarrassment of being caught by the bag at all. He smiled and let go of the hand that grabbed the sachet and greeted the king of Yan as if nothing had happened.

It seems that the person who just pulled with Ling Fengyan was not him!

Mo Xuetong didn't know what to say. What did the queen think? It's really...

"The Empress is reluctant to waste such a beautiful niece, and Ling Fengyan is not the only direct lady of the Duke of Dingguo." Feng Jue dyed his lips and smiled as if pointing.

Looking at the joking look on his handsome and evil face, Mo Xuetong suddenly understood what he meant. Thinking of the possibility, she raised her eyes in disbelief, blinked her long eyelashes, and asked in astonishment, "Empress, are you trying to use beauty tricks?"

"If the third brother ascends the treasure, he must take advantage of the power of the Duke's Mansion and the power of the queen in the palace. Moreover, the third brother himself is also from the Ling family. It is not because of the queen that he can survive in the palace for so many years. Therefore, he dares not annoy the queen and the Duke of Dingguo Mansion behind the queen, even if it is Ling Fengyan. If you can't marry him, the Duke of Dingguo can also choose other direct daughters to marry him. The contact between the third brother and the Duke of Dingguo will not be broken. Whether Ling Fengyan is not a problem at all, but the eldest brother is different..." Feng Jueran picked up the teapot on the table, poured two cups, took the cup back and walked to the small case, put one cup in front of Mo Xuetong, and then sat down again and smiled.

"The queen wants to use the beauty to let Ling Fengyan enter the palace, or also for a backhand, so the queen will let Ling Fengyan and the king of Chu go shopping together, watch the lights, and let the king of Chu marry Ling Fengyan. In the future, what happened in the palace of Chu can be passed on to Ling Fengyan. With Ling Fengyan, a traitor, the victory of the king of Yan But it's even higher!" Mo Xue's eyes flashed. Since she understood what he meant, she smiled wisely and continued.

The eyes are flashing, which is quite naughty.

The two sat very close, and Feng Jueyan could clearly feel the faint fragrance from Mo Xue's pupil. The fragrance that seemed to be mixed with many kinds of flowers was light and full of fragrance. Unlike any kind of fragrance he had smelled before, it made him feel itchy more in his heart than those fragrances. Her smile in her eyes was cunning. Without the vigilance and alienation just now, her flexible and soft-hearted, and the inexplicable Feng Jue dyed her peaceful and calm heartbeat lost its rhythm.

"However, Ling Fengyan obviously doesn't think so!" With a concluding sentence, Feng Jueran ignored the inexplicable panic in his heart, took a breath, and simply ignored this strange feeling.

"Miss Ling Er is a smart person, but she doesn't want to be the queen's chess piece like this, and she is also a waste chess piece." Mo Xuetong smiled with understanding. She became normal now. Suddenly, she thought that it was very late. If she didn't go back, if Molan and the others got up to see if she had kicked the quilt in the middle of the night and found that she was not there, something would happen.

"Your Highness, let's go back!"

"Wound, does it still hurt?" Feng Jue didn't embarrass her, but asked gently by candlelight.

"It's okay, it's okay!" The injury was not serious, a little painful, and a little inconvenient. I didn't feel anything else, but he was stabbed just now. Although he was wrapped in a wound cloth, I don't know what's going on. His eyes involuntarily fell on the wind-dyed sleeve. I really couldn't see anything under the wide sleeve, and I don't know how he was hurt!

"Don't go out these two days and have a good rest at home. I'll go back and find some good medicine. I'll simply make the wound medicine into pills and bring it to you, so that you don't decoct the medicine and let people find out." Feeling that her concerned eyes fell on her wrist, Feng Jueran was extremely useful, and her handsome face smiled in an instant.

He still has a conscience, and it's not in vain that he rushed over just now.

"I'm fine. Just take two days off. Your Highness, it's better not to go out these two days!" Seeing that Feng Jue was stabbed and injured, she saw that he had already publicized that there would be many things to deal with in the past few days. Since she saw his ambition, of course, she understood that he had been injured and hurt him, and she did not want to be his hind leg. Of course, there were still some selfish thoughts in her heart and did not want to be too deeply involved with him.

His business is really a big deal. Is it a matter of the same room? Don't be dragged into such a whirlpool without revenge. She came out today because she was bored with what happened during the day and wanted to vent. She just wanted to break all kinds of bondage and relax herself, so she came out with him regardless of the rules. This would wake up and feel very messy, and it was difficult to explain for a moment.

Touching my head and frowning, I don't know if I'm right or wrong today!

Feng Jueran sent Mo Xuetong back to Qingwei Garden. He only said "be careful of yourself" and didn't say anything more. He turned around and left!

Looking at the flashing figure outside the window, Mo Xuetong silently closed the window. Just now, she was held in her arms by him, and there was a clear smell of blood between her nose. She secretly reached out and touched his sleeve robe, which was sticky. At this time, she raised her hand and could still see the blood color on it and the bloody smell of her nose.

She dares not ask something! So even knowing that his wound was cracked and bleeding, she didn't dare to ask more! She even dares to be too involved with him.

Dry the blood stains on her hands with a handkerchief, bite her lips, get rid of her coat, and get into the quilt. The quilt was very cold. It was not warm when she came back from the outside. She shrank into a ball and carefully stretched her foot down. Sure enough, she found the warmth stuffed in by Molan for her in the corner. The stove is still hot. Although it is not very hot, it is her only warmth now.

When I met this warmth, I took a long breath and looked at the top of the tent, but I couldn't sleep.

He was injured, and it was not light. The most important thing is that the injury was still for himself. He was injured and did not rest, and accompanied him to watch fireworks. Even if Mo Xuetong had always been very cold, he felt sorry, especially after he had been wandering and getting involved with him just now, he was bad for himself.

turned her head and pulled the heater over and held it in her arms. That kind of warmth was what she wanted to absorb most. On such a cold night, even a touch of warmth became her only support. She longed for warmth but was afraid that the heater would be too hot, so she kept kicking aside at the beginning.

Now the mood for Feng Jueran is the same!

I couldn't sleep after turning over. I don't know if it was because I vomited blood. Although I took the wound medicine, I still felt uncomfortable in my throat. I simply got up and drank water. I couldn't see clearly in the dark and hit the corner of the table.

"Miss, do you want to drink tea?" Molan's question came from outside, and then the sound of getting up.

"You don't have to get up. I've already drunk." Mo Xuetong said softly and stopped Molan from getting up. She didn't really drink, but felt that she couldn't sleep. If she didn't get up and do something, it was very uncomfortable.

"I still drink the tea when it's cold, but the maidservant helps me change some hot." Outside was the sound of Mo Lanji's shoes. Obviously, he was worried about Mo Xuetong drinking cold water.

"Don't get up. I'll drink when I get up again. I'll just pay attention to it in the future. Go to sleep!" Holding her painful feet, Mo Xuetong returned to ** and said softly. It was very cold outside. If Molan got up, she would wear clothes. In this winter, it was easy to get sick. Moreover, she didn't really want to drink water. After being hit this time, she diverted her attention and was no longer in the mood to drink water.

"Well, next time you drink water, you must call her maidservant. The weather is bad, and the young lady is weak. Don't be sick during the Spring Festival." Molan hesitated for a moment. Although she didn't have a bed yet, she took special care of her.

"Good!" Mo Xuetong replied obediently.

I touched my feet and lay down. I didn't know that the pain of being hit, diverted my attention, or really tired, and fell asleep in a daze for a while.

She is asleep now, but Xuanwang Feng Jueran hasn't fallen asleep yet.

Not only did not fall asleep, but also a basin of blood sent out in the Jinwei Pavilion. The maids stood there to serve, and they did not dare to come out. They were afraid that a person would be careless and disturb the injured Highness and startle something good or bad, so it would be desperate!

King Xuan looked at the lamp today, but was assassinated. Such a big thing had already spread to the palace. Emperor Zongwen was furious on the spot and sent four imperial doctors to treat the seriously injured King Xuan. He did not say a word about King Xuan to see the lamp in private. His partiality made the owners of the other two royal palaces unable to sleep that night.

While discussing countermeasures with the staff, he paid attention to the affairs of Xuanwang Mansion!

In the high-rise building, the imperial doctors frowned and retreated to rectify the prescription. The four people discussed to try their best to cure His Royal Highness Xuanwang's injury. If something really happened, the emperor could clearly tell them to fill it with their lives. At this time, of course, they did not dare to despise it and carefully Sit down on the second floor and discuss the prescription at a low level.

The wide ** on the third floor, Feng Jueyan's face lay pale. His wrist was wrapped like a zongzi, and his chest was also wrapped with a scar towel, which was bloody. His evil handsome face and his eyes were closed. He didn't know whether he fell asleep or not, and there was a faint unhealthy cyan color.

"Feng Yue, how's it going?" Half a day, he closed his eyes and said lazily.

"Li Youmo and Miss Mo have met smoothly, and they fell in love with the gentle Miss Mo at first sight. I'm afraid they will follow Mo's house." The wind flashed in from the window and stood in front of the bed and replied respectfully.

"What happened to the King of Yan and the King of Chu upstairs?" Feng Jueran still closed his eyes and said lazily. If it hadn't been for seeing him wrapped like a zongzi, no one would have believed that this was His Royal Highness Xuanwang, who was frequently stabbed to death.