In the corridor, Huang Fengmo had already fallen asleep, lying on her back and fell asleep. When she returned to the dormitory, she fell asleep even more deeply.
After Yan Ruozhen helped him undress, he wiped his fingers with a towel and found that his fingers were pinched, and they were on both hands. It looked like they were pinched by a wooden board. Although the injury was not particularly serious, it was still serious.
It's not a big deal. He didn't say why he came back.
She pinched his little finger lightly to relieve her anger. Huang Fengmo frowned deeply while sleeping.
At noon the next day, "Ah, open your mouth." Yan Ruocheng blew on the spoon to serve porridge and noodles, and handed it to Huang Fengmo.
"Your bandage is too strong." Huang Fengmo didn't eat, just looked at his fingers and said helplessly.
"Your Highness, how did you hurt your finger yesterday? You didn't even tell me. If I hadn't noticed carefully, your fingers would have been swollen like carrots today." Yan Ruocheng said with some caution.
said in a tone of voice.
"It's just a minor injury. Besides, isn't it your original job to observe whether I am injured? Even if I didn't tell you, you should observe every move I make to see if there is any abnormality." Huang Fengmo lectured her in turn.
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"..." Yan Ruocheng was speechless, as if there was a drop of sweat on his head.
Seeing that she was speechless, Huang Fengmo took a satisfied sip of the porridge and said, "My fingers are inconvenient these days. You have to stay with me the whole time and you are not allowed to go anywhere."
"I understand, Your Highness, you haven't told me how your finger was pinched?" Yan Ruocheng was more concerned about this and asked again.
"It's just a pinch. Why are you asking so clearly? Are you concerned about me, or do you want to know something?" Huang Fengmo asked back.
"I think the Lord punished you for pinching your fingers, which is why you got hurt." Yan Ruocheng felt that the Lord was particularly bad, so he thought about the bad aspects.
"Of course not. When I opened the large wooden box containing the memorial, I wasn't strong enough and accidentally pinched my fingers. It has nothing to do with my father." Huang Fengmo explained.
"You think too much. It seems that the Holy One is very kind to you." She couldn't help but look away.
"Why do you seem to have such a strong opinion against my father? Did you see my father punishing Chenling and you thought that I might be punished for doing something wrong?" He held up her chin and asked her to look at his.
With both eyes, he asked deliberately.
"Yes, Your Majesty is obviously biased. I have some doubts that the second prince is not his biological child, huh!" Before she could finish speaking, his big hand sealed her mouth.
"Be presumptuous! Don't say this. If someone hears you, you will be beheaded. Be careful next time." He said cautiously in a low voice.
"Uh! Uh!" Yan Ruocheng nodded, and then he let go.
Looking at Huang Fengmo's cautious expression with these words, could this be the reason why the Holy One hates Huang Chenling? If you think about it, the death of Concubine Cong may also be related to the Holy One.
"Don't be so absorbed in thinking. Don't keep thinking." Seeing that she was still thinking, Huang Fengmo patted her head and said with a warning.
"I didn't think about it anymore. I just thought that pills should be added to the porridge. Wouldn't it be more convenient to eat?" She deliberately changed the subject.
"The bowl of porridge you cooked is already bad enough, but you want to add pills to force me to vomit?" Huang Fengmo frowned and said vomitingly.
"Your Highness, didn't you say before that the porridge cooked by the villain is the most delicious? Why did it become unpalatable?" She said with some dissatisfaction.
"I said this to please you before, but I don't need to do it now. You don't like me anyway, so of course I have to tell you the truth. Not only does your porridge taste unpalatable, but the medicinal soup is even harder to swallow. You even have a whiff of it every time.
It tastes burnt. I have to endure it every time." Huang Fengmo put forward many opinions.
"Okay, the villain will improve." Yan Ruocheng said helplessly.
"You can't improve. I've thought about it. You can reduce your monthly salary by two hundred taels from now on. In the past few months of getting along with you, I know very well that you usually slack off in the pharmacy, steal, and don't follow the rules.
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She insisted on admitting her mistake, but he found such details to deduct money.
"Wait a minute! Your Highness, please don't deduct your monthly payment. By doing this, you are rejecting your wishes against a villain. It's a public and private revenge! It's not fair!"
"I have tolerated you so much, but you are unfair. Tell me your reasons and let me feel that you are serious about your work." Huang Fengmo deliberately provoked Fa Lai to anger her.
"Every time I sleep with you, I will massage and wipe your body. And the ointment applied to your body is the essence that I have finely ground."
"Well, there are only so few."
"Deducted. I don't have enough money to send it back to my hometown. Your Highness, can you stop being so stingy?"
"It's just the relationship between master and servant, I'm so stingy."
"Eat porridge, Your Highness."
With a pale face, she took a spoonful of porridge and fed him.
"I won't eat anymore. I want to take a nap. Please give me a massage until I fall into a deep sleep." Huang Fengmo was not used to pampering her, so he gave orders in the same tone as a master to his servants.
In the past few days, Yan Ruocheng had been groomed by Huang Fengmo like a dog, and he was so obediently served by Huang Fengmo.
As for doing the splits, I practiced them secretly at night. Fortunately, after Huang Fengmo changed his attitude as the master, he no longer allowed her to accompany him to sleep.
She had basically practiced it freely. On this day, she took advantage of Huang Fengmo's time to go to meet the saint and asked Huang Tanyue to teach her how to dance.
"Sister Ruocheng, I haven't seen you for a few days, why do you look so thin?" Huang Tanyue asked curiously when she saw that she had lost a lot of weight.
"I've been working a lot lately, so I've lost weight." Yan Ruocheng said helplessly. She didn't even dare to say that it was thanks to Huang Fengmo that he regained his mastery and stopped doting on her.
"How are you doing with your split training?" Huang Tanyue asked again.
"Okay, let me show you how to do the split now." Yan Ruocheng did the split neatly. In order to practice this split, he used a bottle of Tiedajiu.
"Well, not bad. Sister Ruocheng, let's start learning. Let's practice in the garden over there." Huang Tanyue asked the palace maid to step back and took Yan Ruocheng to a relatively secluded garden.
When Huang Tanyue danced a section, she followed suit and imitated it. She didn't learn it quickly, but she remembered it in her mind.
Yan Ruocheng felt that this dance was like turning into a butterfly, dancing gracefully. But aimlessly, wandering in one place. It made people feel uncomfortable and depressed. She was not happy at all while dancing.
The more I jump, the more I feel sad.
Huang Tanyue said that she learned dancing from Concubine Cong. She was kind and lovely to everyone, but she was not happy at all and could dance such a sad dance.
She was so fascinated by the analysis that she turned around and fell into the flower bed of thorns.
"Oops!" His arm was pricked with red marks from sharp thorns.
"Sister Ruoli? What's wrong with you? You seem to be absent-minded. Are you afraid that this dance will attract evil spirits? Don't be afraid, it will be fine. My palace is a Bagua array Feng Shui building, which is very good at warding off evil spirits."
Yue came over and helped her up, smiling.
"No, Your Highness the Princess has misunderstood. The villain is thinking, this dance feels a bit sad and uncomfortable." Yan Ruocheng shook his head and explained.
"I also think that dancing can bring joy and sorrow, and it is a good dance. Sister Ruocheng, would you like to apply some ointment first? The scratches on your arms are all red."
"No, a small scratch is not a problem, let's continue."
After practicing for half an hour, Huang Tanyue had other things to do, so Yan Ruocheng left.
At dusk, Huang Fengmo was dining alone in the pavilion. She stood aside and couldn't help but yawn.
"Are you so bored just staring at me eating, so boring that you want to yawn?" He could pay attention to the movements of the people next to him while eating.
"No, I was a little tired today, so I couldn't help but yawn."
The breeze blew through her hair, blocking her eyes. She couldn't help but raise her arms to comb through the hair, revealing the red scratches on her arms. Because she was too late to apply the medicine, the wounds were somewhat inflamed and red.
Especially obvious.
Of course Huang Fengmo saw the scratches on her arm from the corner of his eye, and he frowned.
It's like there is a terrible horse's hoofprint in the center of my eyebrows.
"What's wrong with your arm?" he couldn't help but ask.
"Arm? Well, it's nothing. I just scratched it accidentally." She explained simply.
"How did you scratch it? Where did you scratch it?" He asked in detail.
"I was scratched by a pile of prickly herbs when I was collecting herbs in the pharmacy." She found an excuse and answered more naturally.
"Come and sit down to eat, don't stand up."
"Yes." She obeyed the order and did not dare to say anything.
The two of them ate very quietly, completely achieving the state of eating without speaking.
Huang Fengmo said nothing, but quietly put various dishes into her bowl, stuffing it full.
Just say: "Eat more, you will lose weight."
Yan Ruozhen returned the favor and gave him some, saying, "Your Highness, please eat more."
After the two of them finished eating, Huang Fengmo took her into the room.
Afterwards, ask her to stretch out her arms and apply ointment on her arms.
It is a lie to say that he has changed his attitude as a master. He has never changed his feelings towards her at all. After the intention was over, he returned to his usual gentleness.
While applying it, he blew on the red marks and said, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt. You can just apply it yourself." Yan Ruocheng was in a very awkward mood. She usually helps people apply medicine, but now she does the opposite.
"Shut up." Huang Fengmo naturally refused and applied a little bit at the wound, deliberately applying it very slowly.
After he applied it, he brought a white cloth strip to help her bandage it.
"Your Highness, there's really no need to bandage it, it's just a small scratch." Yan Ruocheng persuaded.
"You usually bandage me like this. No, I have to bandage it properly." Huang Fengmo said firmly.
After bandaging, her arm was bandaged as thickly as a white radish, and she had to vomit in her heart: It looked so ugly!
"You go back and have a rest early. You don't need to massage me tonight."