Chapter 146 Saving the Paranoid Prince 38
She just had a skin broken.
Lingyao raised her hand to open it, but Murong Jing anticipated and held down her finger.
He pulled her fingers, brought them to his lips and kissed them gently, then put her fingers on his face.
Her eyebrows curved: "Is this ok? It looks good."
Lingyao glanced at him and stopped moving.
"Are you hurt? Let me see?"
Lan Ji walked up, as if he didn't notice Murong Jing standing beside him, and spoke directly to Ling Yao.
Before Lingyao could say anything, Murong Jing chuckled.
The voice was low and cold,
"Mr. Lan, it would be better for you to go and see your colleagues who are seriously injured first. I think this is why you came back this time."
Lan Ji's gentle and peaceful expression froze for a moment, then returned to normal.
"My hands are on my body, so naturally I can look at whoever I want to look at first. I can decide in my mind which one is more important."
This shows that Lingyao means more to him than to his other colleagues.
Murong Jing's dark eyes darkened and became as thick as ink.
With his back to Lingyao, he half-raised his narrow eyelids, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was smiling.
Lingyao did not feel the turbulent waves between the two. After the issue of the antidote was resolved, she took Murong Jing away.
Lan Ji wanted to say something, but someone from the organization came and pulled him away quickly.
He could only see the backs of the two people walking away.
The prince must have come in a hurry and was wearing thin clothes.
She took out a hand warmer from somewhere and put it in his hand.
Murong Jing took it, and a smile appeared on his face without any of the viciousness he had when facing him.
The jewels on his tiara swayed gently as he moved.
He took her hand and placed it on the stove, squeezing her fingers happily.
The atmosphere between the two of them makes it difficult to interrupt when watching from afar.
Lan Ji's fingers trembled, and the medicine bottle in his hand fell to the ground, and the medicine powder scattered all over the floor.
The injured man beside him looked puzzled: "Master Lan Ji?"
...
It was late at night when Lingyao and Murong Jing returned to the palace.
The two of them did not follow the normal procedure when they went out, so they came back naturally quietly.
Except that Murong Jing insisted on going into Lingyao's room.
He was wearing the coat he had just taken out when he passed by his main house. Snow-white fox fur formed a circle around the collar, framing his pure, jade-white face.
In his hand was the new heater that Lingyao had given him.
Lingyao started washing up as soon as she entered the house. It was too late, far beyond her usual rest time.
Lingyao wanted to turn off the lights, but Murong Jing hadn't washed up yet.
Lingyao gave him a cold look.
"I don't want to change my clothes. It's so cold." Murong Jing sat there with a righteous look.
Lingyao wanted to throw the person out.
But he seemed not to sense the impatience in Lingyao's eyes. He walked forward, lifted up his robe, and wrapped Lingyao inside.
He smiled and said, "It's so cold to take off clothes at night. Tomorrow I have to put on layers of clothes again. It's cold and troublesome. It would be great if I had a robe to wear to sleep."
Lingyao gave him a lukewarm look.
"Ride the horse while you sleep, and when you wake up tomorrow you can kick off right away."
Murong Jing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly leaned his head against Lingyao's neck, laughing so hard that his chest shook.
After he finished laughing, he raised his head and saw Lingyao's face as cold as water, and he puffed up his cheeks slightly.
Murong Jing didn't expect that he just mentioned it so suddenly and even casually without any thoughts.
The next afternoon, just before dark, a group of people arrived to deliver clothes.
The clothes were exactly what he said, a cotton robe that could be worn to sleep.
The fabric is softer than the ones you would wear outside everyday, simple yet sophisticated.