Yan Ruocheng's face tensed up after hearing his outrageous answer. She raised her hands behind him, feeling the urge to pinch him on the spot.
"What's wrong? Do you have any opinions?" Huang Chenling asked one more question as if nothing had happened.
Yan Ruocheng forced out an ugly smile and said: "No objection, the second prince can bite if he likes. The villain's flesh is quite easy to bite."
Huang Chenling smiled and said, "That's right. You have a thick skin, and even if you bite me hard, it won't hurt."
"You are thicker-skinned. Give me a bite and see if it hurts! Really!" Yan Ruocheng was behind him a little unhappy, muttering to him in a low voice.
"What did you say?" Huang Chenling shouted at her.
"I didn't say anything. I just said that no matter how thick-skinned I am, the flesh will still hurt when bitten. Next time the second prince wants to bite me, please let me know a little bit so that I can be prepared." Yan Ruocheng said helplessly.
explain.
"There's no point in biting it like this." Huang Chenling said deliberately to annoy her.
She was so angry that she lightly chopped her foot, puffed her cheeks, closed her mouth, and continued to push him for a walk.
Yan Ruocheng pushed him around the road that he had not walked before, and reached the deepest part of the bamboo. There was a unique double-eaves pavilion. The pavilion was five stories high, and there were twelve closed doors in the pavilion.
, which adds to its mysterious color. Through the paper windows, you can vaguely see many scrolls hanging inside.
"This is..." Before she could finish asking, Huang Chenling had already ordered with a straight face: "Go for a walk somewhere else." Her tone was a little low.
"Hey, okay." She could hear the displeasure in his tone and didn't dare to ask any more questions. As she pushed him away, she couldn't help but turn back and glance at the pavilion. She always felt that the scroll inside was hidden.
What? She turned back and stared at his cold side face, wondering uneasily in her heart whether it was a portrait of the woman he liked, or maybe the woman had passed away and he used the pavilion to store her scroll.
The more Yan Ruocheng thought about his love history, the more depressed she became. She walked without looking at the ground. When she turned, she hit a stone pillar with her foot and almost jumped forward. Fortunately, she was pushing Huang Chenling's wheelchair and her body was not injured.
Falling, Huang Chenling was pushed forward a few steps by her, shook a few times, frowned, and asked: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I just accidentally hit a stone pillar." She shook her painful toe and explained calmly.
"You don't even look at the road when you're walking. If there's a slope in front of you, wouldn't you push me down?" Huang Chenling couldn't help but vomited.
Yan Ruocheng was a little moody and echoed: "The villain knows how to read the road."
Huang Chenling could tell that her tone was lackluster, so she tilted her head slightly and asked, "Did it hurt anywhere just now?"
"No, I'm very good. Thank you, Second Prince, for your concern." When she heard his concern, she gradually became happy again.
Huang Chenling fell silent, and the two of them came to the pavilion in the center of the garden again. There were sixteen stone steps to go up to the pavilion. Yan Ruocheng was helpless. With her strength, it was impossible to push a wheelchair carrying people up.
.
Huang Chenling remained silent and stood up slightly while holding the wheelchair. Seeing this, Yan Ruocheng hurriedly walked beside him, helped his arm, and let him stand steady with his injured leg hanging down.
"Second Prince, do you want to sit in the pavilion?" she asked.
"Yes, please help me up." He responded gently.
So, Huang Chenling, with Yan Ruocheng's support, jumped up one foot and climbed up one level at a time. When he jumped to the last level, he relaxed and fell to the ground. He lost his balance and fell forward.
Ruozheng felt brave and immediately rushed over to support him. Huang Chenling fell steadily on her, and she fell safely.
"Oops! Alas... Second Prince, are you okay?" Her left hand was scratched by the gravel on the ground, and blood began to ooze. She was afraid that he would see her, so she immediately clenched her fist and pretended
Say it as if nothing happened.
Huang Chenling was a little cold, so he naturally pushed her away and reluctantly got up. Yan Ruocheng didn't say anything and continued to help him sit down on the stone bench.
He touched his injured foot, which was a bit painful, and said with an order: "Give me a massage on your leg. I think I bumped it just now."
Yan Ruozhen knelt down, his left hand still clenched into a fist. With some difficulty, his right hand held his injured foot and placed it on his thigh. The wound hurt when he applied force with his left hand. He did not dare to use too much force, so he only used a little force with his right hand.
Massage him slowly.
Huang Chenling felt that she was pressing hard and soft, which made him feel uncomfortable at all. She was not satisfied and asked: "Can you press it better? It's so effortless. Is your left hand weak?" He said,
He couldn't help but reach out and grab her left hand.
Yan Ruocheng frowned in pain, and then Huang Chenling noticed something was wrong with her expression, took her left hand, and took a look at her palm.
A bright red bloodstain was scratched on the palm of the hand, and there were a few broken skins nearby, all of which were oozing blood.