Murong Yu said this in his heart, but said in his mouth: "I have sent people to investigate the matter of Master Miaohui."
Ming Wuyou raised his beautiful eyebrows again: "So, you are here to talk to me about this matter?"
She looked at Murong Yu quietly, and without waiting for Murong Yu to speak, she stepped back and leaned on her pillow, "Then your Highness can just go and check. There is no need to come and tell me."
Even the bare hand that was holding his big hand was retracted and dropped on her knees.
Murong Yu's heart shrank slightly and he said hesitantly: "I'm not very good at talking, so don't be angry."
Ming Wuyou looked at him leisurely: "You can't speak? Your art of war defense in your youth made all the doctors in the Imperial College and even the crown prince speechless. It's known all over the world that a person like you can't speak?"
"A defense is a defense, talking to you is different from a defense."
"What's the difference?!"
Murong Yu didn't want to say more. He held her small white hand and asked, "How is the injury?"
"Recovering." Speaking of the injury, Ming Wuyou frowned, "It's very itchy. I've been wanting to scratch it..."
She glanced at Murong Yu and said, "But I don't dare. After all, it's on my back. I'm afraid that I might accidentally scratch the newly formed scar."
"Is it particularly itchy?" Murong Yu frowned and said, "Then... let the maid come and look at it for you."
Ming Wuyou glanced at Murong Yu feebly, and a nerve in his head jumped.
This straight guy can’t be flirted with!
She turned over and lay down directly, "I know."
Murong Yu pondered for a while, raised his hand and wanted to place it on Ming Wuyou's shoulder, but he took it back halfway and said softly: "Then you rest, I'm leaving."
Ming Wuyou stared at the inside of the bed, and when he realized that he really got up and went out, and even opened the door, he suddenly stood up and said, "Wait a minute!"
"What's wrong?"
Murong Yu turned around and saw Ming Wuyou lifted the quilt and got out of bed and walked towards him. This time he still didn't have time to put on his embroidered shoes.
Murong Yu saw those snow-white jade feet stepping on the cold floor, and his handsome eyebrows couldn't help but twist up.
Ming Wuyou stared at him: "I don't want my maid to look at it for me, I want Your Highness to look at it for me!"
Murong Yu:......
How come he didn't know what she meant just now, but he didn't know what was wrong. If she didn't tell him directly, he wouldn't want to comply with her wishes.
He found that he was poisoned. He liked her to take the initiative, she liked her to demand herself, and he even liked the way she glared at him with some anger and bossiness.
Could it be that he was too humble in his previous life and left behind sequelae?
"is it not OK?"
Just when he was thinking wildly, Ming Wuyou asked.
That expression made it clear that if he said no, he would not give up.
The curve of Murong Yu's lips softened a little, and a smile that couldn't be faster flashed across his eyes: "You are my savior, how can I dare to say no?"
There was a hint of teasing in this doting tone, which was rare and gentle.
Ming Wuyou was stunned for a moment.
Murong Yu picked her up again and brought her back to the bed, but he did not check the injuries on her back. Instead, he held her feet with his palms like cattail leaf fans. When he noticed the excessive coolness, his expression was a little...
Shen: "Don't run around without shoes in the future."
Ming Wuyou pursed her lips. When she saw him holding her feet and using the warmth of his palms to dispel the coldness, she suddenly felt a lot of shame in her heart. She looked away and quickly retracted her feet.
He took off the quilt and whispered: "I know."
Next, Murong Yu's hand touched her shoulder, "Let me take a look."
She held Murong Yu's arm and leaned half against him, feeling her soft middle coat slipping off her shoulders, and his calloused fingers fell near the scar.
His fingertips wandered there, pressing gently.
Ming Wuyou felt that the itch around the scar had not been dissipated, but instead seemed to penetrate through the scar and reach directly into her heart, causing her heart to tighten uncontrollably.
It was only the blink of an eye, but to her, it seemed very long, endless.
Ming Wuyou suddenly put his shirt on his shoulders and said, "Okay, the itching is gone. Thank you, Your Highness."
"That's good." Murong Yu pulled the quilt up for her, "It's getting late, you can go to sleep."
"Um."
Ming Wuyou nodded quickly, but seeing that he was motionless, he couldn't help but ask, "You, aren't you leaving?"
"I'll wait until you fall asleep before I leave." Murong Yu said slowly, "Isn't it the same thing last time?"
"..."
Ming Wuyou pursed his lips again and lay down without saying anything. However, this time he didn't hold his hand like last time. Instead, he lay on his side in an orderly manner and turned over towards the bed.
inside.
Ming Wuyou's heartbeat was a little erratic, and it took him a while to fall asleep.
Murong Yu accompanied him quietly, scanning Ming Wuyou's entire room without revealing any trace of his eyes.
…
When Ming Wuyou woke up early the next morning, he looked at his bare feet under his skirt. Thinking of what happened last night, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Miss, what are you so happy about?" Caiyue came in to serve and asked with a smile.
Ming Wuyou put on his own socks and embroidered shoes, "Today I can take back the Ming family's property from Fu Rou, how can I not be happy?"
"Yes!" Caiyue looked at Ming Wuyou with admiration, "Miss, I still have a way. If it had been someone else, those properties would have definitely become Fu Rou's, and she will never get them back!"
"That's a pretty good flattery!" Ming Wuyou said with a smile, "But I like to hear it."
Caiyue helped Ming Wuyou wash up with a smile, saying in her heart: This is not flattery.
She has followed Ming Wuyou since she was a child, and she is very clear about Ming Wuyou's methods. Not to mention women of the same age, even ordinary young men may not have Ming Wuyou's ability and courage.
While combing Ming Wuyou's hair, Caiyue asked, "Manager Li just sent someone a message saying that Fu Rou is waiting at Baishan Hall. Miss, when will you be there today?"
"Let's go there in a moment." Ming Wuyou said calmly, "There's no need to ask her to wait today."
After all, she was going to collect the land and house deeds today, and she couldn't wait.
Caiyue nodded, and her hands moved much faster.
However, just after combing her hair and before breakfast, Leng Xiao came to visit in person with Murong Yu's warrant.
Ming Wuyou was extremely surprised: "Is there something important?"
Murong Yu has never sent anyone to the Ming family, and Leng Xiao is still the most powerful person around Murong Yu.
Leng Xiao said respectfully: "That's right, His Highness has prepared something for Miss Ming and specially asked me to deliver it."
"Something?" Ming Wuyou asked curiously, "What thing?"
"carpet."
Leng Xiao responded and raised his hand.
Ming Wuyou then saw a group of forbidden soldiers carrying several huge rolls of cloth packages into the courtyard.
Ming Wuyou was stunned: "Why suddenly..."
Leng Xiao said: "This carpet is for the girl's room. They are all wool carpets paid tribute by An Luo. Please send someone to lead the way and let them lay the carpet so that I can go back and explain to His Highness."