When he asked, Yan Ruozhen raised her hands to support her chin and said angrily: "Second Prince, have you forgotten that you tied me under the tree at that time? After I was tied and fed the mosquitoes,
The eldest prince happened to be passing by, so he rescued me, and hired me after he found out that I knew how to treat some rare and difficult diseases."
"So that's it, then I can be considered your benefactor. Thanks to me tying you under the tree, you have a chance to be favored by my royal brother. You should thank me properly." Huang Chenling smirked.
said.
Yan Ruocheng wanted to step on him, so she pouted and said, "Then I really want to thank the Second Prince for tying me up under the tree and helping me a lot."
"You're welcome. If you don't hang around in front of me, it's considered a thank you."
Will he let her continue the conversation with his words?
She felt like he was trying to play with her, making sarcastic and derogatory remarks, saying nothing would be a good thing.
"Second Prince, has anyone ever said that chatting with you can easily lead to death?"
"No."
"Can the villain resign?"
"cannot."
"So what are we going to talk about?"
"I have nothing to talk to you about."
"We've already chatted to death."
"Is it?"
Yan Ruozhen gained a new understanding of him, that is, he was really boring and a rogue.
The two of them had endless boring questions and answers, basically no topic, but they kept talking.
Late at night, Huang Fengmo smelled of alcohol and was unsteady when walking. He was helped back by the guards. Yan Ruocheng squatted at the door of his wing and waited.
After having a boring conversation with Huang Chenling for an hour, she returned here to wait, because she knew that Huang Fengmo would get drunk when he returned home at night, and she was waiting for him to come back to help him relieve his hangover.
When Huang Fengmo saw Yan Ruocheng alone, he also leaned on her and let her help him in. The guard stepped back knowingly.
"First Prince, you are so drunk again. Drinking too much wine will hurt your health. I have told you many times." She put her arms around his waist and said verbosely as he walked.
"Hiccup, hahaha... you're verbose, I just drank a little bit, I'm not drunk, I'm just dizzy." Huang Fengmo hiccupped and said with a smile.
"Yes, you're not drunk. Usually when you're drunk, you don't get drunk. It's normal." Yan Ruozhen helped him to the bed and tried to find warm water to apply on his head.
However, Huang Fengmo pulled her into his arms and pressed her against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat. This was not the first time that she was pulled into his arms like this. Basically every time when he was drunk, he would behave like this with others.
He pulled her into his arms, and then he fell asleep.
Yan Ruozhen lay quietly on his chest, staring at his sleeping form. She could only get closer to Huang Fengmo when he was drunk. Her heart was beating like a deer,
My heart was in a state of confusion, and my heart was as restless as a turbulent lake.
She stayed for a moment, then carefully got up from his arms and helped him put on the quilt. She lightly touched his handsome red face with her hand, which felt a little warm and slid down to the side of his neck. She found that there was an inconspicuous stripe on his neck.
Whip marks.
"Strange? Why do you get whip marks after drinking?" She did not make unnecessary speculations and planned to ask again tomorrow.
Soon, Huang Fengmo moaned softly: "Oh...it hurts...it's so uncomfortable..."
She knew where he was feeling uncomfortable, so she got a warm towel, put her hand to his stomach, and massaged it gently.
That night, she spent the whole night taking care of the drunken Huang Fengmo, and when she was tired, she fell asleep under the bed without realizing it.
Until the early morning of the next day, the birds were chirping and singing outside the window.
Huang Fengmo, who was sitting on the bed, lazily opened his sleepy eyes with a somewhat blurry vision. He paused for a long time before he knew where he was.
He supported his aching head, propped up his tired body, stretched out his long legs and got out of bed, and stepped on something soft as soon as he stepped on them.