Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 92
Few people knew about Fu Mingjue's punishment, and Fu Xiuyun deliberately kept it a secret, so no one else could find out if they wanted to.

After returning from the palace last night, Ling Youyao insisted on staying in the main courtyard, and stubbornly wanted to see the injury on Fu Mingjue's back. In the end, Fu Mingjue couldn't hold her back and compromised to let her see it.

As a result, after reading it, I don't know if the person was frightened or what happened, but he didn't say a word and just stood by his side silently.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that Ling Youyao couldn't hold on any longer, so she fell asleep in a daze.

Fu Mingjue looked at the sleeping little girl beside him, raised his hand to gently smooth her frowning brows, and pulled his sleeves out of her hands to escape.

Jiang Liu was waiting outside the door early, and when he saw Fu Mingjue coming out, he quickly stepped forward to support him, "My lord, are you alright? Do you want to go down and call Sun Fuzhi over?"

Fu Mingjue pushed his hand away and said, "No need, have you dealt with the follow-up?"

"It's all taken care of," Jiang Liudao, "With the eldest princess here, everything is going well."

Fortunately, there is the eldest princess, otherwise I don't know what will happen.

Fu Mingjue glanced at the closed bedroom, turned to go to the study, and asked, "Where's the corpse?"

Jiang Liu was stunned for a moment: "My lord, you won't think about it again."

"What are you thinking?" Fu Mingjue said calmly, "I just want to ask how she died and where her body went."

Jiang Liu breathed a sigh of relief, and explained: "The man was killed by the eldest princess herself, and the body was also taken away by the princess, who said she was going to crush her."

After listening, Fu Mingjue didn't show any abnormality, and only said softly: "Sister Huang knows me well."

It's a good idea to let her die like this. Although it's a pity to let her die like this, she deserves what she deserves if she doesn't have any bones left.

After the two entered the study, Jiang Liu handed the secret report to Fu Mingjue, "My lord, this is the tip report from Tongzhou, please read it."

Fu Mingjue opened the envelope, and after reading it, his eyes darkened a little, and he ordered: "Let them go to Yulin, instead of staying in Tongzhou, and let Luo Feng take a team to Beidi to have a look."

"Yes," Jiang Liu took the order, and then asked, "Do you want to tell His Majesty about this?"

The autumn hunt is approaching, and His Majesty will bring his courtiers and concubines to the grasslands in the north. The Futai paddock is located between Tongzhou and Yulin, and the remnants of the Yuanwu Guard are likely to hide here. disaster.

Fu Mingjue folded the letter, leaned close to the candlestick, and let the flames swallow it, "This king has his own decision on this matter, you go down first."

Jiang Liu was a little confused, so he didn't react until he heard a knock on the door outside, and then he exited the study.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Ling Youyao standing in front of the door.

Jiang Liu called out "Princess" respectfully, closed the door intimately, and left the main courtyard.

In the study room, when Ling Youyao saw Fu Mingjue sitting behind the desk who was seriously reading the official documents, her heart was finally calmed down, and ripples appeared again.

Seeing her serious face, Fu Mingjue got up helplessly and walked towards her, dragged her outside, and said, "This king has already given you the bed, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Ling Youyao responded in a low voice: "I can't sleep."

After seeing the injuries on Fu Mingjue's body yesterday, my heart was stuffed with cotton, stuffy and soft, as if the only way to truly feel the fact that he was still alive was to watch him sleep peacefully and hold him in his hands.

Maybe it was because she knew the final outcome long ago, and she tried every means to change it, but in the end she couldn't change it, which made her restless; maybe she couldn't bear to see Fu Mingjue die like this; or maybe she didn't want Fu Mingjue to die.
In short, everything lies in Fu Mingjue.

"My lord, let me help you apply the medicine." Ling Youyao looked up at him with a soft smile, but it didn't reach her eyes.

Fu Mingjue hesitated for a moment, but still agreed. If he refused, Ling Youyao would not give up.

In fact, after Hospital Envoy Sun helped him deal with it yesterday, it was not as scary as it was at first, but it was the first time Ling Youyao saw her, she was still somewhat frightened.

Ling Youyao picked out the ointment wrapped in cotton cloth with bamboo strips and carefully applied the medicine to Fu Mingjue. Looking at the criss-cross injuries on his snow-white back muscles, her fingers trembled uncontrollably. Apply the ointment.

Feeling the change in her breath, Fu Mingjue's eyes darkened, and he said, "Since you're afraid, don't force yourself."

"I'm not afraid." Ling Youyao bit her lower lip, calming down.

Fu Mingjue turned his back to her, and his tone revealed a bit of teasing: "If you're not afraid, why are your hands shaking?"

Ling Youyao, who had been exposed, was a little embarrassed, and said stubbornly: "I didn't shake, obviously you were afraid of pain, and you were shaking."

The corner of Fu Mingjue's lips raised into a smile, and he didn't expose her, "Well, I'm afraid of pain, so be gentle."

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Ling Youyao curled her lips, knowing that he was making fun of herself, but she couldn't help but relax a little.

At this moment, she really hoped that Fu Mingjue would be afraid of pain. Only when he was afraid of pain would he be afraid of death and think twice before acting.

Ling Youyao looked at the injury on his back, thought for a while, and couldn't help but persuade: "Your Majesty, you should give way to His Majesty in the future, lest he punish you again."

Hearing this, Fu Mingjue felt that she was a little naive, "Do you think this king can be avoided by admitting his mistakes? Your Majesty has always been suspicious. If you don't take everything into your own hands, he won't give up."

He knew that Fu Xiuyun had long been suspicious of him and deliberately suppressed him. He could accept it willingly, but Fu Xiuyun was not allowed to mention Ling Youyao.

There are too many intrigues and tricks among the royal family. It is easy to hide from open guns, but hard to guard against hidden arrows. No one can guarantee what will happen next day.

Ling Youyao understood what he meant, but she didn't know the meaning of his words, and asked: "My lord, I asked the eldest princess to help me this time, do you blame me?"

"Not to blame." Instead of blaming her, he should thank her.

Although he had already thought of a countermeasure, compared to the current ending, the original countermeasure would cost too much.

Ling Youyao couldn't help but relax a little bit, and carefully pulled up his clothes for him, while saying: "Prince, in fact, this matter was told to me by the prince, but he promised me that he would not reveal this matter to the public."

She spoke halfway, but Fu Mingjue understood what she meant, "Are you afraid that this king will hold Shen Xuhuai accountable?"

Ling Youyao's body stiffened a little, she didn't dare to look him in the eyes, she nodded imperceptibly, as an admission.

Fu Mingjue stretched out his hand and pulled her over, his black eyes were deep and dark, and his tone was a little sour: "You trust him that much?"

Ling Youyao was startled, and said: "Since the son promised me, he will not lie to me. I don't believe him, but I think he will not hurt the people I care about."

The previous ones are all nonsense, the focus is on the last two words.

Fu Mingjue raised his hand to stroke her soft temples, and said in a deep and soft voice, "Next time, don't do such a dangerous thing. There are some things that my king can do alone. I can bear all the notoriety, but you can't."

He stared at Ling Youyao's clear eyes, and his calm and indifferent tone was mixed with a bit of paranoia. It was an order that could not be refused, and a willing maintenance.

He doesn't care whether there is more or less notoriety on his shoulders, except for Ling Youyao.

(End of this chapter)