Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 19
Fu Mingjue carried Ling Youyao back to Lanhui Courtyard, the two servant girls were startled when they saw this scene, and hurriedly welcomed her in.

Yinzhu splashed water to wipe Ling Youyao's face, and said distressedly: "Why did you fall so well? Fortunately, you didn't hit your face, otherwise it will be troublesome."

Ling Youyao subconsciously glanced at Fu Mingjue who was sitting outside, but she couldn't say anything, she just said: "I accidentally fell."

At this time, Lvbao happened to lead the doctor back.

The doctor checked Ling Youyao. Apart from some abrasions on the palm, the most serious one was the fracture of the left hand.

"Princess, the old man needs to straighten the bone first, and then fix it with a wooden plank. It may hurt a little, so bear with it."

Holding her arm, Ling Youyao was already getting scared.

Fu Mingjue had no objection to the doctor's diagnosis, and said to Yin Zhu, "Hold her down."

Ling Youyao glared at Fu Mingjue resentfully, it's not because of him that she is like this now.

Fu Mingjue pretended not to see, who told her to climb over the wall by herself.

Yinzhu and Lvbao held Ling Youyao down, afraid that she would move, and kept talking to her.

"Princess, don't be afraid, it will be fine in a while." Yinzhu comforted.

"Princess, bear with me, this servant will make sugar-steamed crispy cheese for you later." Lu Bao also said.

Ling Youyao nodded with tears in her eyes. It's better for her natal family, not as cruel as Fu Mingjue.

Taking advantage of her being distracted, the doctor moved quickly and replaced the bone with a click, and prescribed some painkillers and anti-inflammatory medicines, and left after a few brief explanations.

After this trip, it was almost midnight.

Fu Mingjue didn't leave, took the medicine made by Lubao, and sat by the bed to feed Ling Youyao.

Looking at the dark concoction and Fu Mingjue with a cold face, Ling Youyao frowned: "Aren't you going back?"

She really didn't want to see Fu Mingjue.

Fu Mingjue blew on the hot medicine and handed it to her mouth, his voice was rare and soft: "Drink the medicine."

Ling Youyao was startled slightly, and opened her mouth reluctantly.

The bitter medicinal juice flowed into her throat, and an indescribable bitterness spread on the tip of her tongue. Ling Youyao frowned and couldn't help coughing.

Fu Mingjue put down the bowl, took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, and patted her back lightly with his big hand. He was obviously extremely gentle, but the words he said were cold: "Is it so bitter?"

"You'll know if you try it?" Ling Youyao said angrily.

Fu Mingjue really did that. He picked up the medicine bowl, and under Ling Youyao's surprised gaze, he took a sip of the medicine.

"The medicine can't be messed up." Before he finished speaking, his lips were blocked suddenly.

Fu Mingjue held the back of her head tightly, pinched her chin, forced her to open her mouth, and forced the medicine into her mouth.

The young man's face instantly enlarged, Ling Youyao's eyes widened, her slender eyelashes gently brushed across her skin, making it numb, and the long-sleeping deer in her heart suddenly woke up, jumping briskly in her heart, stepping on her heart, across her cheek.

The warm and soft lips were mixed with an unpleasant smell of medicine, lingering between her lips and teeth, there seemed to be some other taste among the bitterness.

After putting all the concoction into Ling Youyao's mouth, Fu Mingjue let go of her, and added his lips as if aftertaste, with a half-smile: "I tried it, it's not bitter."

She has always known that Fu Mingjue was beautiful, but she ignored it because she was afraid.

Ling Youyao stared at him: "You!"

"Shy?" Fu Mingjue raised his eyebrows.

Ling Youyao turned her head stubbornly: "No."

Fu Mingjue didn't argue with her about this, and picked up the medicine bowl again.

Seeing this, Ling Youyao hurriedly said, "I drink it myself!"

"Of course you drink it yourself." He said, but the moment he lowered his eyes, a smile flashed across his face.

Ling Youyao took the medicine bowl and drank it without any hesitation.

How bitter!

Fu Mingjue put away the medicine bowl, his expression was calm, the tired and tender look just now had disappeared.

Seeing that he hadn't left, Ling Youyao couldn't help reminding: "My lord, it's time for you to go back and rest."

Fu Mingjue asked back: "The whole palace belongs to me, where do you want me to go?"

Ling Youyao: "."

That's right.

The curtains in the room were drooping, and the air was filled with the smell of medicine. Ling Youyao looked at Fu Mingjue, unable to look away for a long time.

His Royal Highness Jing Wang, whom everyone in the capital was afraid of, was standing by her side at the moment, with cold eyes and a beautiful face, as quiet as a painting.

Fu Mingjue raised his head from the book: "Is there a flower on my face?"

Ling Youyao looked away stiffly, and said, "I just can't figure it out"

"Can't figure out what?"

Ling Youyao didn't care whether he would get angry or lock her up again, but she still said, "I still don't remember what I forgot what you said."

Fu Mingjue looked at her leisurely: "Did you really forget?"

"You don't want to lock me back, do you?" Ling Youyao looked defensive.

"This king can't lock you up."

Fu Mingjue closed the book, and said unhurriedly: "Then I will say it again, if you still can't remember, I will ask someone to put a golden lock on you, so that you will stay by my side forever."

Ling Youyao stared at him in disbelief, but believed that he would definitely be able to do such a thing.

"Don't look at me with that kind of eyes." Fu Mingjue suddenly moved closer and said, "This king said that you will be the only one in the palace in this life. If no one else can come in, you don't even want to go out."

Ling Youyao suddenly realized, it turned out to be this sentence.

On the first day she married into the palace, Fu Mingjue told her that it was because of Princess Duanyang at that time, but this time it was because of Princess Duanyang.

No wonder Fu Mingjue was angry.
"Remember?" Fu Mingjue leaned slightly, and the distance between the two of them got closer.

Ling Youyao was really not used to him being so close, so she moved in, which just gave Fu Mingjue a chance: "Since you invited me, I will forcefully stay with you for one night."

"Who" took the initiative to invite?

The second half of the sentence is still stuck in the throat, and the person has already gone to bed.

Ling Youyao's left hand is inconvenient, anyway, it's not like she hasn't slept in a bed before, so she just let him go.

Fu Mingjue propped up half of his body with one hand, his eyes were focused: "I heard that this king is not a man?"

Ling Youyao's breathing was stagnant. Could it be that Fu Mingjue heard all the words she scolded?
Fu Mingjue snatched her over, stared into her eyes, and said solemnly, "Do you want to give it a try?"

One sentence made Ling Youyao's face blush, and she said stiffly, "My lord, I'm hurt."

Fu Mingjue supported her left hand, and said lightly, "Then let's try again after you recover."

"No need!" Ling Youyao blurted out her refusal.

"Ok?"

Ling Youyao showed a tangled face, he hesitated and said: "I mean, you don't need to try to know that you are majestic, my lord."

A smile flashed across Fu Mingjue's eyes, and he stopped teasing her: "It's good to know."

When Ling Youyao heard this, she quickly closed her eyes.

At night, with more people lying next to me, I felt much more relieved. After a day of exhaustion, I felt overwhelming sleepiness.

In the darkness, Fu Mingjue looked at the sleeping little girl with clear eyes.

(End of this chapter)