Chapter 112 Saving the Paranoid 4
The Seventh Prince has been ill and has a fever recently, and people from nearby palaces have been called to wait in the Seventh Prince's Palace from time to time.
Everyone knows that the seventh prince is now the most favored prince by the emperor.
The fifth prince, who still holds the title of crown prince, is the one disliked by everyone in the palace.
No one in the palace delivered meals for two days, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
Murong Jing was so hungry that when he walked out of the palace and saw carrots in the snow, he couldn't resist his hunger and picked some.
When Murong Jing saw Lingyao coming, he hid the radish in his hand behind his back and his head almost dropped to his bent knees.
However, the next second, he was pulled up from the ground and fell into her arms.
In the cold winter snow, each other's arms are very warm.
Lingyao raised her hand and took the cold carrot out of his hand.
His face was colder than the snow on the ground.
Murong Jing clenched his fist very tightly, and when he pulled it out, his palm was red.
Lingyao threw the carrot away casually.
Then he took Murong Jing into the Prince's Palace.
Everything in the Prince's Palace was exquisite and luxurious, but it was also cold and empty.
Apart from the luxurious decorations that were already there, there were almost no other objects.
Even the charcoal stove was so clean that you could see the dust.
Lingyao stuffed the person into the quilt.
The quilt is still a cool quilt for use in summer.
From the moment Lingyao entered the hall, the coldness in her eyes gradually spread.
There seemed to be an unusual bit of anger in those calm eyes.
Under these conditions, if the God of Wealth doesn’t turn evil, then who will?
She is so vicious and cruel. She is the one who can conquer the whole world!
"Wait for me here." Lingyao left a word and turned to walk out of the room.
Murong Jing was stuffed into the quilt, and he didn't move, just curled up in the quilt.
Although the quilt was a summer quilt, it was better than the thin black clothes he was wearing.
Lingyao came back soon.
Holding a pot of charcoal with a blazing flame.
She placed the charcoal basin beside the bed.
Looking at Murong Jing, who was lying on the bed with his eyes open, staring at the stove in her hand, wanting to get closer but not daring to.
My hands itch and I want to pinch them.
The God of Wealth is such a good boy.
She took his hand and placed it not far from the brazier.
He also reminded: "Don't get too close, you will get burned."
The girl's features were cool and ethereal, and her tone was indifferent.
But there is an inexplicable warmth.
Murong Jing's palms felt warm.
The warmth that he hadn't felt for a long time came over him, and his cold body couldn't help but shiver.
Lingyao watched him carefully roasting the fire, and obediently did not get too close.
Only then did she feel at ease to go out again.
As a result, when she came in with the lunch box.
Then he saw two palace maids standing in front of Murong Jing, with a high attitude as if they were giving a lecture.
His fingers were still twisting Murong Jing's arm.
"Your Highness, where did you get this charcoal basin? If the Queen finds out, we will be punished. Can't you just be quiet?"
Lingyao put the lunch box in her hand on the table.
The food box hit the table with a bang.
Then he took two big steps forward, grabbed a person's hair with each hand and dragged him out of the house.
The pain of having her hair pulled made the palace maid scream, but the palace was empty to begin with.
This is why they dared to abuse Murong Jing so blatantly.
Lingyao came back after dealing with the people, with blood on her hands.
She pushed open the door and saw Murong Jing, who had been curled up in bed, standing on a high stool, as if trying to push open the door.
She pushed the door open and Murong Jing, who was standing on a stool, leaned back and almost fell.
Lingyao supported the man with the hand that was not stained with blood.
Murong Jing's face did not show the fear of almost falling down.
A pair of black eyes were still staring at her hand that was still bleeding.
Lingyao put the person back on the bed again and tore a piece of silk to wipe the blood off her hands.
Then he took out all the dishes from the food boxes and placed the brazier under the table.
She glanced at Murong Jing, who was standing next to her but following her eyes.
"come over."