Luo Jiuli put his hands behind his back and walked to him pretending to be relaxed.
"Even if Hu Jue is lawless, he cannot go beyond the emperor's decree."
"Is it possible that if I use the emperor's imperial decree to suppress him, he still dares to resist it?"
Xiao Mingxuan didn't believe it, knowing that she wasn't telling the truth, but seeing that the room was empty, he thought he might as well call Qin Yin in and ask.
"Did you do anything to me when I was lying down?"
After sleeping for a whole day, he didn't think that the suspicion before coma was false.
Luo Jiuli sat on the bedside, put his injured palm behind him, and helped him up.
"I used a silver needle to prick the Prince's Yamen point. Only if the Prince is truly comatose will it not arouse Da Sima's suspicion. What? I made the decision without permission, and the Prince still blames me."
His tone was filled with grievances.
When Xiao Mingxuan heard this, he didn't dare to criticize her harshly.
"How dare I blame you? It's too late to thank you."
After saying this, he stood up hurriedly, and his injured arm accidentally hit the bed wall.
hiss!
He took a breath of air.
The wound is a real wound, and the pain is real pain.
"What happened? Did you hit a wound?"
Luo Jiuli frowned and looked at him anxiously.
"Um."
Xiao Mingxuan nodded against his will, and by the way, he pressed the wound with his fingers.
Speaking of which, he has dozens if not dozens of old injuries. This small injury on his arm is nothing to him.
But he just wanted Luo Jiuli to pity him, that's right.
Who says that only women can get the pity of men? Men also want to get the pity of their favorite women.
Luo Jiuli really felt distressed, especially his deep pupils, which used to contain so much coldness, arrogance, loneliness, and unrulyness, but now contained so much grievance and depression, even pitifulness.
In addition, the long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the jade-like outline of the face became a bit pale and weak.
It's really a hell.
Why does it make him look so weak?
fragile?
Luo Jiuli was startled. If he really said these words, he would probably scare the people in the capital and the palace to death.
She had seen with her own eyes the majesty of the Nine Prince Xiao Mingxuan in the court. He could decide the life and death of a group of people with just one sentence. Even for a beautiful woman like Yan Tinglian, he showed no mercy to her and used ruthless methods to get people to pick her apart.
He stripped off his clothes and hung them on the city gate tower.
Not to mention killing those men in black on the outskirts of Beijing, one by one with a sword, beheading and breaking bones.
How could she find such a person who looked like King Yama to be so weak?
She must be crazy.
"Luo Jiuli, what are you thinking about?"
Xiao Mingxuan looked weak, but in his heart he was thinking that his pitiful expression was not done well enough?
Luo Jiuli looked at his weak and pale face and sighed resignedly.
Who says that King Yama is never weak? After the torture of assassination and poisoning, the iron-clad man is still suffering.
Is it because I'm soft-hearted? Or I just can't bear to see him hurt.
Forget it...forget it, who made him a patient?
"My lord, do you want to eat something now? I have asked the kitchen to prepare porridge in advance."
Luo Jiuli slowed down his tone.
Although Xiao Mingxuan felt a little guilty in his heart, but a great opportunity was in front of him, and a woman rarely showed tenderness and consideration, so he should be shameless again.
After preparing himself mentally, Xiao Mingxuan nodded shamelessly and said:
"good."
Luo Jiuli got up and went to the door to give instructions.
The vegetable porridge was served quickly.
However, Xiao Mingxuan was so 'weak' that he couldn't even take care of himself while eating.
So, seeing Luo Jiuli bringing the porridge to him, Xiao Mingxuan quietly leaned on the bedside, motionless, looking at her pitifully:
"Luo Jiuli, feed me."
Luo Jiuli held the porridge and squinted his eyes.
"Your Majesty, are you ordering me?"
"If you order me, then I will feed the prince."
This stinky man obviously likes me, but he still can't let go of his princely airs. He talks about himself like a prince, so macho.
If she were a woman of this era, she might feel that her family status was higher than his, and she might even happily agree.
Unfortunately, she was not, and she even felt a little uncomfortable because he kept calling himself the King.
Xiao Mingxuan looked at her displeased expression, and it didn't seem like it was intentional, but for a while he couldn't figure out which sentence offended her.
Thinking of him as a dignified prince, it is enough to pretend to be weak for the sake of a woman.
"This king has no life——"
"eat."
Luo Jiuli wanted to put the bowl of porridge on his head.
If she wants to change a chauvinistic prince who is inferior to ten thousand people, I'm afraid it will take her some time.
Xiao Mingxuan's expression changed. He didn't dare to speak. He opened his mouth obediently.
It is difficult to take care of people when they are unconscious, but it is much easier when they are awake.
Luo Jiuli sat opposite him, quietly feeding him porridge, his movements were unhurried and not rude, but he was definitely not as gentle as Xiao Mingxuan imagined.
Even so, Xiao Mingxuan was very cooperative.
But there was a murmur in his heart. He could see that she was obviously happy just now and was so gentle to him. How could she not be happy in the blink of an eye?
What exactly went wrong?
As he was thinking and chewing, he locked his loving eyes on Luo Jiuli's face, his eyes burning, never leaving her for a moment.
The light in his eyes didn't look like the burning heat that a weak and injured person should have.
Luo Jiuli couldn't block his gaze, nor could she ignore his gaze, so she could only bite the bullet and finish feeding him a bowl of porridge while his eyes were burning.
After putting down the bowl, a servant came in to take it away. Luo Jiuli personally served him and rinsed his mouth, then turned to go out.
Xiao Mingxuan's face changed slightly.
"Luo Jiuli, why are you going? Do you want to leave me alone? I am an injured person now?"
Outside the door, Qin Yin and Qin Wu looked up at the sky.
Your Majesty! Miss Luo Er was hurt because of you. Why don’t you know how to express condolences?
Luo Jiuli raised his head and turned his head.
"Your Majesty, when you are full, I have to go eat too."
Xiao Mingxuan's expression froze.
Luo Jiuli grinded his molar teeth, turned around and left the house to eat in the flower hall.
As for the house, Xiao Mingxuan pulled his neck and watched Luo Jiuli go to the flower hall.
"Qin Yin, Qin Wu, come in."
"master."
Qin Yin and Qin Wu entered the room.
"Just now, what was Luo Jiuli's expression when he came out of the house?"
Qin Yin and Qin Wu looked at each other.
Qin Yin: "My subordinates look at it, they don't seem very happy?"
Qin Wu: "My subordinates look at it, and they seem to be really unhappy?"
Xiao Mingxuan.
"Did I say something wrong?"
"You two, it sounds like this king said something wrong?"