Chapter 118 Saving the Paranoid Prince 10
Lingyao also realized when she got closer that she had been distracted for a while.
Unexpectedly, the God of Wealth was injured.
Murong Jing didn't want to go back by himself, so when he saw her coming down, he immediately pulled her clothes.
Taken away by Lingyao.
It would be bad if the God of Wealth saw some of these things.
Murong Jing returned to his bedroom by himself.
The palace maid followed Lingyao's instructions, brought the medicine and pretended to apply it to Murong Jing.
Murong Jing raised his hand to stop them and prevent them from getting closer.
He just asked them to put the medicine on the table and asked everyone to leave.
The wound on his shoulder was still bleeding profusely. The wound caused by the whip looked more terrifying than the sword wound.
Bloody.
Murong Jing casually sprinkled some hemostatic powder on his shoulder without any intention of cleaning the wound carefully.
He has become accustomed to enduring pain over the years.
But during this period, every time she got injured while practicing martial arts, she would pull him over with a serious face.
Although the method of applying the medicine was not very careful, it was very serious.
It's a little different from his usual cold and untouchable appearance.
Murong Jing really liked the feeling of being cared for by her, even if she didn't show that she cared for him on her face.
In the room, the red candlelight lit up all night.
Outside the door, the university is still bustling.
The snow-white, brand new feathers fluttered down to the ground, erasing all traces of yesterday.
The palace maid brought in breakfast, only to see Murong Jing sitting aside, his face pale and already unconscious.
When the maid approached, she found that his whole body was hot.
He immediately called the imperial physician who collected the money over.
Murong Jing's wound was not treated in time, which led to infection and fever.
After the imperial physician treated the wound and prescribed medicine, he did not dare to stay any longer and left through the back door.
Murong Jing woke up drowsily.
Subconsciously, I wanted to find Lingyao.
However, there was no one beside the bed.
With a creak, the door opened.
Light gathered in Murong Jing's eyes and then quickly went out.
The maid came over with the medicine.
"Your Highness, this is the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician to clear away heat and relieve internal heat..."
Murong Jing supported his dizzy head and sat up.
My voice was hoarse because of the fever.
"What about her?"
The maid knew that Murong Jing was asking about Lingyao: "My lord, she hasn't come back since last night."
Thinking of something, he added, "Today, there was news from His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince that the Seventh Prince accidentally fell into the water yesterday and was injured. He was rescued this morning, but the Seventh Prince had no memory of what happened last night, and didn't know how he fell into the lake..."
The maid couldn't help trembling when she said this.
She didn't know how she fell into the water.
But the injury was obviously sustained during the fight with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, but the Seventh Prince had no recollection of it at all.
This matter was so bizarre that it was hard to believe, so much so that the palace maids dared not show any disrespect to Murong Jing.
That adult is not an ordinary person.
However, Murong Jing only heard one sentence.
She hasn't come back yet.
He got up, put on his coat and went out to look for her.
The palace maid couldn't stop them at all and could only follow them to find them.
The sky is covered with white snow, and even a random figure can be easily distinguished in the white.
However, there was no sign of that person.
After searching two places, Murong Jing's body could no longer hold on and he fell into the snow in a daze.
A black robe spread out on the snow, like a black lotus blooming on a snowy mountain.
All I could hear were increasingly faint shouting sounds.
"Your Highness..."
The blood from the wound on my shoulder has already coagulated, and the pain should be fading away as I get used to it.
But Murong Jing felt it was so painful. Why did it hurt so much?
If she were here, she would definitely press him down and apply medicine to him with a cold and unhappy face.
When she comes back, he will pull her clothes and tell her.
He's in pain, it really hurts...