Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

The next day, when Murong Chong woke up, Fu Jian had already left, and the first thing he saw was Princess Qinghe's red and swollen eyes.

The expression in Murong Chong's eyes darkened, he took her hand placed by the bed and comforted her softly: "Sister, you don't need to worry about me, I understand."

Hearing Murong Chong's words, Princess Qinghe's tears flowed out again: "Fenghuang, please blame sister, you are still so young, you have suffered such a thing, what will happen in the future..." She never Unable to continue, he buried his head in Murong Chong's chest and cried bitterly.

after?How long is his future?Will he continue to endure such torture in the future and be unable to resist?Absolutely not, the current strategy is to hide our strengths and bide our time, he will take revenge, and he will definitely not make it easier for Fu Jian!

When Princess Qinghe raised his head, he had put away the raging hatred in his eyes, slowly closed his eyes, and said: "Sister, go out first, I'm really too tired, I want to sleep for a while."

Princess Qinghe glanced at him, nodded and said: "Then I'll watch over you outside, you just have to rest at ease, and after you sleep, take some medicine, and I'll put it on the bedside, I'll go order Chuanshan first, and wait for you to wake up." eat it."

"Thank you, sister." Murong Chong didn't dare to look at her. He couldn't let her know his plan. It's not that he doesn't believe in sister, but he hasn't taken any actual action yet. If sister can't hide it from Fu Jian, he can only She was implicated, and what made him even more sad was that he didn't have any power to protect her.

It was late in the evening when Murong Chong got up, and the wound was much better after taking the medicine at noon.

Sitting down at the table, Princess Qinghe had already ordered the good people to bring the hot meals.Just as Murong Chong was about to move his chopsticks, he suddenly noticed Princess Qinghe's worried eyes, and couldn't help but tighten his heart: "Have you eaten, sister?"

Princess Qinghe thought that Murong Chong didn't want to eat, so she quickly replied: "I haven't used it yet, I've been worried about your injury, and I just want to use it with you. If you don't eat with me today, I can't eat it anyway. It's gone."

"En." Murong Chong replied softly, picked up the chopsticks to pick up the dishes, when a voice from outside rang out: "Your Majesty is here!"

The voice froze him all over, and he was stunned for a while before he found his attitude, stood up and saluted coldly.

Fu Jian's light yellow robe accentuated his tall figure, his long hair was crowned, and his facial features were slightly stern. The majesty and demeanor between his brows was that of an emperor, but there was an extra gentleness on his body, which was not impressive So distant and cold.

"Get up." Fu Jian nodded lightly, approached Murong Chong and looked at him as if he had just met him for the first time. After feeling his slight resistance, he withdrew his gaze, glanced at the food on the table, and asked, "Have you eaten yet?" ?”

"Back to the king, Chong'er is seriously injured. She didn't get up until almost midnight, and she hasn't eaten yet." Sensing Murong Chong's coldness, Princess Qinghe hurriedly replied, and quietly tugged on Murong Chong's sleeve while saluting.

"Is the injury serious?" Fu Jian looked at Murong Chong and asked.

Taking a deep breath, Murong Chong finally came to his senses, and replied, "I took medicine at noon, but it still hasn't improved." His voice was calm and without any waves, and when he raised his head, he caught the flash of guilt in Fu Jian's eyes.

"Then ask the imperial physician to take a look. I still have some good ointments over there and ask someone to send them to see if they can be used."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Murong Chong's tone did not change, but he just sneered in his heart. After torturing people like this, do you want to wash away all the grievances with a little care?

Murong Chong lowered his head, Fu Jian didn't notice what was wrong with him, took his hand and sat down again, and said: "It happens that I haven't eaten, let's go together."

Princess Qinghe wanted to stay, but the attendants beside Fu Jian had already given her several winks, so she could only guard the door with the maids who quietly retreated.

When they were the only ones left in the room, Fu Jian personally picked up the vegetables and put them in Murong Chong's bowl, looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

Murong Chong didn't falsely get up and salute, nor did he resist violently, but just continued to eat the food coldly, even with Fu Jian holding him, he didn't eat as if thinking.He has to endure, come and grow stronger bit by bit, there is nowhere to escape, and there is nothing he can do as he wants.

It seemed that Fu Jian really only came to eat, and he focused on picking up the rice bowl to eat, and only occasionally picked up food for Murong Chong, nothing else.But in fact, he secretly restrained himself in his heart, just thinking that he was still young and his injury hadn't healed yet, so he couldn't bear it.With a long sigh, Fu Jian looked helplessly at the people around him, and then continued to eat seriously.

After the meal, no one said a word until the end of the meal. Finally, Fu Jian asked Murong Chong to recover from his injuries, but left immediately.

It was already dark, and staying here for a whole day was Murong Chong's hardest day so far.Princess Qinghe wanted to persuade him to stay one more night and leave when it was convenient for him to walk, but seeing the exhaustion in Murong Chong's eyes, she couldn't speak anymore.Now, Feng Huang must hate this place very much, otherwise why would he rather endure the pain and grit his teeth and walk back?

After sending him to the door, Princess Qinghe watched Murong Chong's back disappear into the darkness little by little, and couldn't hold on any longer and fell against the door frame.

Murong Chong walked towards his residence with difficulty, the maids and waiters beside him wanted to step forward to help them, but they were all thrown away by him, any touch by anyone now would only make him feel more disgusted.

After walking for a short distance, a few attendants rushed over carrying the chariot, stopped in front of Murong Chong, and said, "Your Majesty is worried about your son's injury, and ordered us to send you back."

Murong Chong's expression darkened a bit, before they put down the chariot completely, he gritted his teeth and stepped up.Wouldn't it be a disservice to his face not to sit down?

It is really a great honor to ride a chariot in the palace.Murong Chong couldn't help sneering.