Fu Mingjue carried Ling Youyao back to Lanhui Courtyard. The two maids were shocked when they saw this scene and hurriedly welcomed him in.

Yin Zhu fetched some water and wiped Ling Youyao's face, and said distressedly: "Why did this good person fall? Fortunately, he didn't hit his face, otherwise it would have been troublesome."

Ling Youyao subconsciously glanced at Fu Mingjue who was sitting outside. She couldn't say anything, so she just said: "I accidentally dropped it."

At this time, Lubao happened to lead the doctor back.

The doctor examined Ling Youyao and found that apart from some scratches on her palms, the most serious thing was that her left hand was fractured.

"Princess, I have to straighten the bone first and then fix it with a wooden board. It may hurt a little, so please bear with it."

Ling Youyao held her arms, already starting to get scared.

Fu Mingjue had no objection to the doctor's diagnosis and said to Yin Zhu, "Hold her down."

Ling Youyao glared at Fu Mingjue resentfully, it was not because of him that she was like this now.

Fu Mingjue pretended not to see it, who asked her to climb over the wall by herself.

Yin Zhu and Lu Bao each held Ling Youyao down to prevent her from moving, and they kept talking to her.

"Don't be afraid, Princess, you'll be fine soon." Yin Zhu comforted her.

"Princess, please bear with me. I will make you some sugar-steamed cheese later." Lu Bao also said.

Ling Youyao nodded with tears in her eyes. It was better for her mother's family, not as cruel as Fu Mingjue.

While her attention was distracted, the doctor moved quickly and reset the bones with a click. He also prescribed some painkillers and anti-inflammatory medicines, and left after briefly explaining a few words.

After this busy trip, it was almost midnight.

Fu Mingjue didn't leave. He took the medicine prepared by Lubao and sat by the bed to give Ling Youyao the medicine.

Looking at the dark concoction and the cold face of Fu Mingjue, Ling Youyao frowned: "Aren't you going back?"

She really didn't want to see Fu Mingjue.

Fu Mingjue blew on the hot medicine and handed it to her mouth. His voice was rare and gentle: "Drink the medicine."

Ling Youyao was slightly startled and reluctantly opened her mouth.

The bitter concoction flowed into the throat, and an indescribable bitter taste bloomed on the tip of the tongue. Ling Youyao frowned and couldn't help coughing.

Fu Mingjue put down the bowl, took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, and patted her back gently with his big hands. He was obviously extremely gentle, but his words were cold: "Is it so painful?"

"Would you know if you try it?" Ling Youyao said angrily.

Fu Mingjue did just that. He picked up the medicine bowl and took a sip of the medicine under Ling Youyao's surprised gaze.

"Don't mess with the medicine." Before he finished speaking, his lips were suddenly blocked.

Fu Mingjue clasped the back of her head tightly, pinched her chin, forced her to open her mouth, and forced the medicine into her mouth.

The young man's face instantly enlarged. Ling Youyao's eyes widened, and her long eyelashes gently scratched her skin, making it feel numb. The deer in her heart that had been sleeping for a long time suddenly woke up, jumped briskly in her heart, and stepped on her heart,

Crawled across her cheek.

The warm and soft lips mixed with the unpleasant medicinal smell lingered between her lips and teeth, and there seemed to be a little other taste among the bitterness.

After pouring all the concoction into Ling Youyao's mouth, Fu Mingjue let go of her, and with a hint of aftertaste, he added a smile to his lips and said, "I have tried it, and it is not bitter."

She had always known that Fu Mingjue was good-looking, but she ignored it because of fear.

Ling Youyao stared at him: "You!"

"Are you shy?" Fu Mingjue raised his eyebrows.

Ling Youyao turned her head stubbornly: "No."

Fu Mingjue didn't argue with her and picked up the medicine bowl again.

When Ling Youyao saw this, she quickly said: "I'll drink it myself!"

"Of course you drink it yourself." He said, but the moment he lowered his eyes, a smile flashed across his face.

Ling Youyao took the medicine bowl and drank it in one gulp.

So bitter!

Fu Mingjue put away the medicine bowl, his expression was calm, and the tired and tender look he had just now had disappeared.

Seeing that he didn't leave, Ling Youyao couldn't help but remind him: "My lord, it's time for you to go back and rest."

Fu Mingjue asked back: "The entire palace belongs to me, where do you want me to go back?"

Ling Youyao: "."

That's right.

The curtains in the room were hung low, and the air was filled with the smell of medicine. Ling Youyao looked at Fu Mingjue and couldn't look away for a long time.

His Royal Highness Prince Jing, whom everyone in the capital was afraid of, was standing by her side at the moment, with cold eyes, stunning appearance, and as quiet as a painting.

Fu Mingjue raised his head from the book: "Is there something wrong with my face?"

Ling Youyao looked away stiffly and said: "I just can't understand."

"What can't you understand?"

Ling Youyao didn't care whether he would be angry or lock her up again, but she still spoke: "I still can't remember what you said."

Fu Mingjue looked at her leisurely: "Really forgot?"

"You don't want to take me back, do you?" Ling Youyao looked defensive.

"I can't hold you captive."

Fu Mingjue closed the book and said calmly: "Then I will tell you again. If you still can't remember it, I will have someone put a gold lock on you so that you can stay with me forever."

Ling Youyao stared at him in disbelief, but believed that he could do such a thing.

"Don't look at me like that." Fu Mingjue suddenly came closer and said, "I said that you will be the only one in the palace for the rest of your life. No one else can come in, and you can't even think of leaving."

Ling Youyao suddenly realized that this was what he said.

On the first day she married into the palace, Fu Mingjue told her that at that time it was because of Princess Duanyang, but this time it was still because of Princess Duanyang.

No wonder Fu Mingjue is angry.

"Remember?" Fu Mingjue leaned forward slightly, and the distance between the two became a little closer.

Ling Youyao was really not used to him being so close, so she moved in, which just gave Fu Mingjue the opportunity: "Since you took the initiative to invite me, I will reluctantly stay with you for one night."

“Who” took the initiative to invite?

The second half of the sentence was still stuck in my throat, but I had already gone to bed.

Ling Youyao had trouble with her left hand, and it wasn't like she had never slept in the same bed anyway, so she simply let him go.

Fu Mingjue propped up half of his body with one hand, his eyes focused: "I heard that I am not considered a man?"

Ling Youyao's breath was stagnant. Could it be that Fu Mingjue heard all the words she scolded?

Fu Mingjue fished her over, stared into her eyes, and said solemnly: "Would you like to give it a try?"

This sentence made Ling Youyao's face turn red. She said stiffly: "Your Majesty, I'm injured."

Fu Mingjue held her left hand and said in a brisk tone, "Then let's wait until you get better and try again."

"No!" Ling Youyao blurted out her refusal.

"Um?"

Ling Youyao looked confused and hesitated: "I mean, I don't need to try to know how majestic you are, Your Majesty."

A smile flashed across Fu Mingjue's eyes, and he stopped teasing her: "It's good to know."

Hearing this, Ling Youyao quickly closed her eyes.

Having more people lying next to me at night really makes me feel more at ease. After a tiring day, sleepiness is sweeping over me.

In the darkness, Fu Mingjue looked at the sleeping little girl with clear eyes.
Chapter completed!