Feng Junchi's hands were still cold and trembling, making her fingertips tremble.

Nanyuan, who was guarding the door, saw Mu Sheng not shy away, as if he didn't know whether men and women were not allowed to kiss each other, so he pulled out one of his master's hand. He immediately lost sight and looked elsewhere.

But he also asked the maids and servants to leave Qinfengyuan quickly.

When he heard Nan Yuan outside say that no one should serve him, he asked the maids and servants to leave. Mu Sheng curled his lips slightly and then put one hand on Feng Junchi's wrist.

Take Feng Junchi's pulse.

This man's hands were so cold, even his wrists were cold.

Just as he got on, Mu Sheng had no time to take his pulse, Feng Junchi slowly opened his eyes. In his cold eyes, he was as deep and cold as he was.

"Awaken?" Mu Sheng smiled, not surprised at all. Just now, people asked people to leave the yard, and she guessed that he would wake up.

However, she did not withdraw her hand that was on his wrist.

Feng Junchi didn't say anything, but his cold eyes moved downwards and landed on his wrist.

And he was putting her hand on his wrist.

Judging from this action, I want to take his pulse.

Feng Junchi didn't take his hand back, letting her take her pulse, and his cold eyes slowly raised his eyes and landed on her face.

The thin lips slightly opened, without any emotional ups and downs: "Who did you learn medicine from?"

Mu Sheng did not answer the doctor he learned from, shrugged, and looked like he didn't care: "I only know how to see a doctor, but I can't treat it."

Feng Junchi looked at her deeply, as if thinking about the authenticity of her words.

Mu Sheng didn't care whether he believed it or not, nor did he argue that what she said was actually true. She just calmly took his pulse.

After a while, she nodded with a sudden realization, "No wonder everyone believes in you as a sick person."

This pulse is indeed a pulse that is severely damaged by people who have been sick for a long time.

Anyone who sees this pulse is this.

"How did you do it?" Mu Sheng withdrew his hand, very curious. He could actually get this kind of pulse. Anyway, she couldn't do it.

Feng Jun said nothing.

Mu Sheng nodded again: "That's right, this is your life-saving talisman, how could you tell me?"

Feng Junchi's cold eyes are dark and unclear.

Mu Sheng did not hide or avoid, and laughed again: "You don't want to say this, then why did you reveal to me that you had already known that you would be ruined in the daytime? He also came to Qinfengyuan in advance to check out the site and asked me to arrange for you to live here? Or... These are actually all set up games by you? You can always say these."

Feng Junchi still just looked at her without saying a word

Seeing that his face was still not at all turbulent, and his joy and anger were not reflected at all, Mu Sheng chuckled, leaned over, leaned towards him, stopped in his ear, and slowly laughed in his voice, "Or, this is actually not a plan you set, are you just using it?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Junchi's fingers moved slightly.

Unfortunately, she didn't see it.

And even if she saw it, she was not surprised.

After all, this method of hiding the dragon robe is too low-end, and it doesn't seem to be his hands.

It is impossible that it was the situation he set.

Furthermore, even though the evidence was conclusive and there was no way to argue, he did not admit his guilt and claimed that he was framed. He knelt at the entrance of the hall for a night, and finally the cold air entered his body. While the person fainted, it was also known to everyone in the entire imperial capital.

If one day there is evidence that he was really framed, wouldn’t he be able to restore the position of prince immediately?

Mu Sheng felt that compared to the situations he set, she was more inclined to believe that someone was framed by him with a dragon robe, and he knew in advance.
Chapter completed!