The two guards wanted to call someone, and said there was an assassin, and they wanted to draw their swords to deal with the assassin. Unexpectedly, Nan Yuan suddenly covered his mouth. Naturally, they subconsciously stopped and stopped drawing the swords.

Seeing that it was indeed the eldest lady Mu Sheng, the two guards hurriedly and clasped their fists to Mu Sheng to salute.

The Eastern Palace has undergone a major change, and they are all Feng Junchi's people. Mu Sheng knew that, so he naturally didn't worry about anything. He just pulled the scarf and let the two guards see her face.

"Miss, how did you come in?" Nan Yuan bowed and asked in a low voice. He was also scared. Even if this lady was about to enter the palace, she would at least tell him that he would bring her in. If something happened, how could he explain to his master?

He clearly left the palace a day.

"Just come in like this." Mu Sheng said with a smile, but he didn't say in detail. "Where is your master?" Speaking of this, his chin hurried towards the room behind Nanyuan, "Inside?"

Nan Yuan nodded.

Mu Sheng: "Why is he not sleeping yet so late?"

Everyone was here, and Nanyuan also understood that the young lady didn't believe that their master was fine, so she had to bite the bullet and whisper in a low voice, for fear that his master would hear it. She honestly said to Mu Sheng: "It's just a strong martial artist like us who can't straighten his legs for seven days and seven nights, and she can't stand up. She needs to take care of him for many days. He Lun is like this? He has already been injured. It seems that he has been cured, but the root is not solved at all. His legs hurt so much that he can't sleep."

Although Mu Sheng only knows how to see a doctor and cannot cure a doctor, he also knows this and nods and says, "You guys are guarding you outside." Then she pushed the door and went in.

In the room, Feng Junchi was sitting sideways on the head of the bed looking at the folds. Although the quilt was covered, it was arched. Needless to ask, Mu Sheng knew that he had been kneeling for too long and could not stretch out at this time.

On the lamp stand beside the bed, there is a palace lantern.

Several other palace lanterns were scattered throughout the room.

Feng Junchi had a few cases in his hand, and there were also notes on the cases.

There is a tall table in front of the bed, with tea warming up on it.

The things in the prince's bedroom are naturally rare. It is the rare set of black jade tea sets, which is enough for people to sigh.

Feng Junchi had already heard the door ringing and knew that someone had come in. He thought it was Nan Yuan, but he didn't plan to look at it. He subconsciously picked up the tea and took a sip, but accidentally saw that it was Mu Sheng coming. He was not happy immediately, but looked at his quilt. Seeing that it was covered well, he put down the tea with one hand and the book with the other, and waved to her and signaled her to come.

Mu Sheng was already heading towards him.

When she sat on the edge of the bed, he held one of her hands and said warmly: "I'm here next time, I'll bring you in."

This is a risky look.

He was worried.

Mu Sheng said nothing.

Feng Jun sighed almost unheard and asked, "I blame me for letting Nanyuan insist that it is okay?"

"Are you okay?" Mu Sheng smiled, quite insincere. But he withdrew his hand, put it into the quilt, and helped him gently rub his knees.

Feng Jun let her rub it, and she looked at her with a cold eyes and a slight smile.

She continued to say on her own, looking joking: "Now, everyone knows that you are a seed of infatuation. I don't know how many women want to be like this with me. If you have this kind of person, what else can your husband ask for?"

Feng Junchi sighed: "I'm still blamed me."

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth. She knew that she was not unhappy that he asked Nanyuan to insist on saying that, but that he was unhappy that he had kneeled for so many days.
Chapter completed!