Pampering the outside room alone? I entered the East Palace to pass on the sick and weak prince

He lowered his head in surprise, but met Fuling's innocent eyes.

Fu Ling blinked and said softly.

"Your Highness Prince Duan, am I too heavy?"

"...No, why are you so heavy?"

Murong Xiu forced out a smile, then struggled to hold the beauty in his arms, and followed Shen Ruoxi over.

Several people arrived at the guest room nearby.

When he put down the Poria cocos, Murong Xiu finally let out a long sigh of relief.

My arms are useless!

Fuling took out the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Murong Xiu's forehead.

"Thank you for your hard work, Your Majesty Prince Duan."

Shen Ruoxi glanced at Murong Xiu who was out of breath calmly.

I couldn't help but murmur in my heart.

So vain?

It's worse than Murong Heng being a sick boy.

"His Royal Highness Duan Wang, your servant is going to inspect Fu Ling's ankles. Please go outside and wait first."

"Then I'll go to the front hall and come back later."

Murong Xiu nodded, then left and went to the front hall.

Shen Ruoxi told Leng Shuang to close the door, and then looked at Tao Ye.

"Take off Miss Fuling's shoes and socks, and let me see what's going on."

"Yes, ma'am."

……

At the same moment, Star Picking Pavilion.

Suzaku took Murong Heng to a wing on the fifth floor.

The door is opened.

The interior is spacious and clean, and the eyes shine softly through the windows, and you can see the fine dust floating in the air.

Suzaku stretched out his hand to support his silver mask and bowed his head slightly towards the noble man in front of him.

"Master, this is Fu Ling's room."

Murong Heng said nothing.

There was always a faint layer of alienation on his cold jade-like face.

He walked a few steps in the room.

Then he said.

"It tastes wrong."

Suzaku was a little confused.

He sniffed it and then frowned.

There is a very light smell in the air.

He lowered his eyes and said, "There is a slight fragrance, but I can't tell what it is."

"It smells like medicine."

This taste is very light, and ordinary people can't catch it at all.

Because he has been around medicine all year round, he is very sensitive.

Murong Heng turned his head and looked at the maid Yanzhi beside him.

On weekdays, she is the one who serves Poria.

"Poria is sick?"

Yanzhi immediately knelt down and shook his head: "Back to Your Highness King Ling, Miss Poria has not been sick recently, and she has not taken any medicine. She just switched to incense. The other slaves don't know."

"You should get up first."

Murong Heng spoke calmly.

If Poria is sick, Suzaku will definitely know about it.

But since she is not sick, why does the room smell like medicine?

His eyes darkened.

"Search every corner of the room, don't miss it."

The guards behind him took the order and immediately searched the room.

Soon, there was a harvest.

"Master, the bed board is wrong here."

Leng Ye opened the quilt, knocked on the bed board, and noticed something strange.

Murong Heng gave a slight gesture, and the person next to him immediately stepped forward and took apart the bed board.

The moment the light shone in, everyone was stunned for a moment.

I saw a small space under the bed board, with a person leaning inside.

He was tied up and his mouth was sealed, so he couldn't make a sound.

And this person is extremely familiar to everyone.

Yanzhi covered her mouth and couldn't help but make a sound of surprise.

"Miss Poria?! Weren't you ransomed by His Highness Duan Wang and left the Star Reaching Pavilion? Why are you here?!"

With a sullen face, Suzaku picked up the Poria cocos and pulled off the cloth that sealed her mouth.

Poria's voice was weak.

"I was knocked unconscious, that person..."

Before she could finish speaking, Murong Heng's expression paused and his voice was cold and stern.

"Leng Ye, follow me to the general's mansion!"

……

In the study, Taoye squatted down and took off Fuling's shoes and socks.

Shen Ruoxi came over and took a look.

On the surface, there is no redness or swelling.

She knelt down and was about to check it carefully when she suddenly smelled a faint fragrance.

Shen Ruoxi paused for a moment.

Poria asked softly.

"Miss Shen, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just the incense on your body. I thought it smelled very good last time. Now that I'm closer, I feel it smells even more strange."

"If Miss Shen likes it, I can give you a box now."

Poria smiled and took out an exquisite small box from her sleeve.

When I handed it to me, I felt that the taste was rich, but it was thick but not greasy.

Shen Ruoxi reached out to take it and said with a smile: "It really smells great, so I have to thank Miss Poria."

"Miss Shen, you're welcome."

He propped up his chin and stared at Shen Ruoxi in front of him with a smile.

Great fragrance for a beautiful woman.

This fragrance is just right for her.

Shen Ruoxi lowered her head and pinched Fu Ling's ankle with her hand: "Does it hurt here?"

"Kind of."

The voice was trembling and extremely weak.

Shen Ruoxi said warmly.

"It's nothing serious. I think it's just a sprained tendon. I'll give you some medicine and it'll be fine in a while."

After that, Shen Ruoxi quickly mixed some medicine and applied it to his ankles herself.

Then stood up.

"Wait here for a moment, I'll let Taoye bandage it for you. It'll be fine in a moment."

Taoye walked over.

"Miss Fuling, let me help you..."

"Boom" sound.

Before Tao Ye finished speaking, she suddenly saw "Poria" in front of her and struck her with a knife, knocking her unconscious.

Leng Shuang on the side had a stern look on his face and instantly drew his sword.

But Bai Luo moved faster than her.

The moment Leng Shuang's sword tip touched his neck, he dodged behind Shen Ruoxi, grabbed her neck with his backhand, and clasped her to his chest.

He glanced at Leng Shuang and gave him an evil smile.

"Shh~ don't move or make a sound, otherwise your young lady will be in danger."

Leng Shuang paused and did not dare to move forward.

Bai Luo curled his lips, stretched out his hand, and pushed her sword away.

Leng Shuang frowned tightly and stared at him with cold eyes.

He chuckled.

He lowered his head, leaned into Shen Ruoxi's ear, and clicked his tongue twice.

"You're such a fierce maid, but you scared me."

Shen Ruoxi stared at him.

"Who are you and what is your purpose?!"

"It's so sad. We saw each other not long ago, but now you have forgotten me?"

There was a hint of grievance in his voice, and then he spoke slowly: "Miss Shen, this is the second time, you fell into my hands."

The last sentence was clearly a man's voice.

Frivolous and casual, with a hint of cynicism.

It was the thief that day.

Shen Ruoxi's eyes darkened slightly.

Seeing that he remained silent, Bai Luo seemed to be in a better mood.

"What's wrong, are you scared? Don't worry, I won't kill you. I just want to borrow something from your general's mansion. I will definitely return the favor to you in the future."

Shen Ruoxi was a little surprised.

This person does not seem to be an ambitious person.

"If you want something, just tell me. Do you need to take such a big risk?"

Hearing this, the person behind him was silent for a while, and then said.

"The General's Mansion won't give it to you, so I can only apologize. Miss Shen, give me the key to the warehouse. You have to be a hostage for the time being."

With that said, he took Shen Ruoxi and took a step to the side.

Then I immediately felt something was wrong.

His legs started to become paralyzed from the ankle level upwards, getting more and more serious!

Bai Luo's steps froze.

Taking advantage of this moment, Shen Ruoxi lowered her head and bit his wrist fiercely.

"Sigh~"

Bai Luoyi let go.

Shen Ruoxi pushed him away quickly, and in the next moment, Leng Shuang's sword was heading towards him.

Bai Luo blocked it with his dagger and managed to avoid it.

The two distanced themselves.

Shen Ruoxi stood beside Leng Shuang, a hint of cunning flashed across her beautiful face.

She smiled.

"This is the second time you have fallen into my hands."

Bai Luo:......

Depend on.

Isn’t that his line?

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