"Hey!" Seeing Ming Wuyou squinting and staring at him silently, his eyes dark and unpredictable, Murong Ting's smile became even more attractive, "I know that my face is very good, but you look at me in a daze, right?
A bit blatant?"
"...The prince is really confident."
Ming Wuyou came back to his senses and smiled slowly: "I heard that the prince is ill, why do you have time to come here?"
"Of course I came here to meet you by chance." Murong Ting opened the folding fan in a pretentious manner, "I heard that you have superb medical skills, so I came here specially to seek medical treatment from Xiao Wuyou."
"Really?" Ming Wuyou smiled, "Then why don't I help the prince check his pulse first?"
"Here?" Murong Ting glanced at him, "I'm tired of standing and checking my pulse. Let's take a walk. How about we go to the pavilion in front and sit and check the pulse?"
Ming Wuyou glanced ahead and said, "Okay."
Caiyue was stunned for a moment.
Even she, a maid, could tell that Murong Ting was not really... suitable. Why did the young lady go with him instead?
If this Murong Ting did something and let others see it, wouldn't it bring a bad reputation? And His Highness the Regent...if he knew about it, who knows what would happen!
"Miss——" Caiyue held Ming Wuyou's arm, "The Third Young Master is still waiting for you!"
"It's okay." Ming Wuyou patted Caiyue's hand reassuringly, "Third brother fell asleep and won't wake up for a while. It won't be too late for us to go back after reading it for the prince."
"You're right, Xiaoguai, let's go to the pavilion!"
Murong Ting looked at Ming Wuyou's pretty blushing face, with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes narrowed, and smiled slightly.
No matter how chaste and fierce the woman is, few of them can withstand a few teases under his hands.
Ming Wuyou is a teenage girl. He wants to seduce her, but he can do it right?
She opened a medical clinic, worked as a boat dealer, and went out to sea as a escort. She was different from ordinary noble women. Her methods were too docile and useless.
You have to use this blatant but generous approach to get close to her, and get close to her shamelessly.
His ninth brother may be better than him in everything, but when it comes to chasing women, Murong Yu is really too clumsy and cold, and doesn't know how to adapt, so he is no match for him.
Murong Ting felt proud, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
All the way to the pavilion, Ming Wuyou pinched the corners of his sleeves and said, "Your Highness, please extend your hand."
"Okay." Murong Ting stretched out his wrist to Ming Wuyou, holding his chin with his other hand, and confidently released his charm towards the approaching Ming Wuyou, "My dear, I actually know my illness."
"Oh? What's the disease?"
Murong Ting chuckled lightly and leaned a little closer to Ming Wuyou: "My king, what you get is the love of lovesickness——"
My wrist suddenly hurt.
Murong Ting's eyebrows were furrowed, and the last word was stuck in his throat. Something seemed to be running into his body along his wrist veins, causing a numbness and pain.
"What do you miss about lovesickness?" Ming Wuyou asked softly with a smile on his face.
Murong Ting's temples were pounding.
He suddenly remembered that at Ming's house that night, he had asked Ming Wuyou once, but today he was careless.
His entire left arm could no longer move.
At this moment, the corner of his eye suddenly glanced at the rockery not far away, where a black robe embroidered with a dragon was revealed. He immediately put his right hand around Ming Wuyou, and wanted to pull the person into his arms.
.
But before his hand came close to Ming Wuyou's shoulder, Ming Wuyou's fingers were already pressing on his right wrist. A numb pain hit him and he couldn't move his right hand.
Murong Ting's face was extremely ugly, and he suddenly kicked Ming Wuyou's knee.
The momentum came down so quickly that Ming Wuyou couldn't react in time and subconsciously put his hands on Murong Ting's shoulders.
Murong Ting smiled proudly: "My dear, what do you want to do to me? You are so proactive, I am really scared."
"..." Ming Wuyou's face turned pale.
"Ming Wuyou!"
At the same time, behind the rockery, I remembered a cold shout, it was Murong Yu's voice.
The voice was filled with anger as if rocks were breaking apart, and Ming Wuyou knew that Murong Yu would be furious without having to look back.
She gave Murong Ting a dark look, and the moment she stood up, she slapped him without hesitation.
Snapped--
This slap used almost all her strength, causing Murong Ting's face to tilt to one side, and the cotton-bone needle in her hand also hit Murong Ting's face directly.
Murong Ting's eyes were filled with clouds.
He put the tip of his tongue against the corner of Ropi's mouth and said with a smile: "It's so heartless."
That gesture made it seem as if he and Ming Wuyou were in love forever. Murong Yu suddenly appeared and disturbed their intimacy, so Ming Wuyou turned against him and slapped him!
Ming Wuyou couldn't bear it any longer, so he slapped him again with his backhand. After the slap, he turned around and left without looking back.
Murong Yu's whole body was filled with chill and anger, and his cold eyes shot out past Ming Wuyou and towards Murong Ting, "You dare to touch this king's woman, you are seeking death!"
"I didn't do anything." Murong Ting smiled heartlessly, "But it was Xiao Wuyou who took the initiative."
With a "clang" sound, Murong Yu unsheathed the soft sword wrapped around his waist. His whole body was filled with coldness and murderous aura, and he actually wanted to take action on the spot.
His wrist was held by Ming Wuyou.
"Go back." Ming Wuyou looked at him quietly and said in a soft voice, "My hand hurts."
Murong Yu was startled.
Ming Wuyou showed him his red palms, which were still trembling slightly due to excessive exertion.
Murong Yu's hand holding the sword suddenly tightened. In the shortest possible time, the soft sword was wrapped around his waist. He hugged Ming Wuyou and left the manor without any patience. After a few ups and downs, he left the manor.
In the pavilion, Murong Ting wanted to laugh, but found that his face was stiff and he could not move at all.
There was something flying in his blood, and he couldn't help but move to push it away, but the thing was flying faster and faster, and his whole body hurt as if he was being slashed with a sword.
It also looked like someone was scratching his face with a dagger.
The pain was unbearable.
…
Murong Yu stuffed Ming Wuyou into the carriage, found the ointment in the carriage, and wanted to apply it on Ming Wuyou's red palms.
Ming Wuyou took his hand away and said with a smile: "Why did you come to the Zhu Family Manor? Are you here to see me?"
Murong Yu grabbed her hand with a cold face, applied medicine on the disappeared red marks, and rubbed the ointment with a cold face. He said nothing from the beginning to the end, but his whole body was very tight.
"Your Highness?"
Ming Wuyou lowered his head and approached Murong Yu: "Are you angry?"
Murong Yu looked at her with a serious expression, "Who asked you to get close to him? Why should you get close to him!"
Ming Wuyou was slightly startled: "I——"
"You clearly know that he has bad intentions towards you!" Murong Yu's eyes suppressed the storm: "You still let him hug you and get so close. What would you do if I didn't come?!"
"..."
Ming Wuyou looked at him silently, and the joy he felt after seeing Murong Yu completely disappeared.
The original intention of coaxing him and not making him angry was gone.
She became very calm.
Murong Yu looked at Ming Wuyou who was so calm, and his heart suddenly shrank, "You, why don't you speak?" This chapter has been completed!