Erosion of bones and pets, forensic mad concubine

Chapter 962 I can't go on talking, I didn't expect the third prince to be so difficult to talk to
Chapter 962 I can't go on talking, I didn't expect the third prince to be so difficult to talk to
"what happened?"

Liu Wei was already on the bed, and came down to inquire when she heard movement at the door.

Fu Zichen squeezed directly into the room, and under Rong Leng's dissatisfied gaze, he said quietly: "Miss Fang, the one you rescued seems to be an old acquaintance with our third prince, and right now his face is blushing and his heart is beating, and his spring mood is sprouting." I'm waiting for you below."

Liu Wei looked at Rong Leng.

Rong Leng said with a cold expression: "I don't know her."

Liu Wei didn't make a sound.

Fu Zichen was afraid that the world would not be chaotic: "I don't know who can name you and want to find you? When I asked you, the tone, the tone, was wrapped in honey and sugar, and my face was even red. I don't know. , as if it were your wife, with that affectionate look..."

"Shut up!" Rong Leng scolded.

Fu Zichen sneered, walked to Liu Wei's side, took her hand, and said, "I'm afraid someone will enter this room tonight, and you won't be able to sleep well, so go to my room."

After the words fell, he pulled Liu Wei and walked out.

But after only one step, he couldn't pull anymore. Fu Zichen turned his head and saw Rong Leng holding Liu Wei's other hand, tightly bound him.

"You still want to hug left and right?" Fu Zichen said harshly.

Rong Leng was furious: "Do you want to die?"

Liu Wei was very tired seeing the battle between the two of them, and asked, "Is it over?"

Both looked at her.

Liu Wei broke free from her hand, took half a step back, and looked at Fu Zichen first: "Where's Mo Yi's medicine?"

Fu Zichen paused, and turned his eyes unwillingly.

Liu Wei: "I don't care about the medicine?"

Fu Zichen replied unconvinced, but his voice was very low: "The kitchen is boiling, and someone is guarding."

Liu Wei: "Then you don't care about it? Who said that he will be taken care of until he recovers? So quickly started to muddle through things?"

Fu Zichen dared not speak out, so he turned his head and walked away resentfully.

Rong Leng was delighted when Fu Zichen left. He pulled Liu Wei and was about to explain, but Liu Wei said: "Fang Ruotong is still weak, don't let her wait alone, if you have something to say, send it off when you're done." She's going home."

When the voice fell, Rong Leng had already been pushed out of the room by Liu Wei, and the door closed with a "snap".

Rong Leng stood stiffly at the door. When he looked away, he saw Fu Zichen who hadn't left in the corridor, with his arms folded, looking at him leisurely.

Just when Fu Zichen felt this man's vigorous killing intent, and was thinking about how to fight so as not to appear weak, but also to be evenly matched, he heard a familiar scolding from the closed door: "If you want to fight, go out and fight!" Noisy Mo Yi, you all sleep in the patio tonight!"

Zhang Yang's murderous aura dissipated in an instant.

Rong Leng didn't even look at Fu Zichen, turned around and went down the stairs.

Fu Zichen snorted, went downstairs from the other side, and went straight to the kitchen.

Fu Zichen wanted to watch the show, and even more wanted to know what kind of relationship Rong Leng had with the young lady of the Fang family, so he went to the kitchen to look at the medicine first, and after a few words to the waiter, he ran to the hall.

But at this time, there was no one in the hall, neither Rong Leng nor Fang Ruotong.

Looking at the room on the second floor, Fu Zichen rubbed his chin to guess if they had gone back to their room, then heard a sound coming from the backyard.

Fu Zichen's eyes lit up, and he walked over quickly. As soon as he reached the entrance of the courtyard, he saw two figures, a man and a woman, standing under the pine tree under the mottled moonlight inside.

"Are you really an old friend?" Fu Zichen muttered, then smiled and looked over there.

The pine tree was thick and the tree shadow was bleak. Fang Ruotong was only wearing a thin unlined garment. Standing under the tree, she felt trembling all over, but because the people around her were not moving, she could only grit her teeth and ask with a blushing face, "Tonight?" The moonlight is as beautiful as that day, the Third Prince still remembers it?"

Rong Leng didn't look at her, just stared at the hazy moon shadow, and asked: "Aren't you cold?"

Fang Ruotong was about to become a fool with coldness, but still showed a warm smile that was just right, lowered his clear eyes, and said with a smile: "It's not cold." He mustered up his courage again, looked up at the man beside him, that charming and charming Her eyes contained a thousand words, and her face was full of endless girlish affection.

Rong Leng said, "I'm cold."

Fang Ruotong was taken aback for a moment, but hadn't reacted yet.

The other party asked again: "So, what happened?"

Fang Ruotong blinked, then blinked again, stiffened for a while, then pressed his cold fingertips, and said carefully: "Yin'er said, the one who saved me was the prince..."

"Say?" Rong Ling said playfully.

Fang Ruotong hurriedly said, "Yes, she wrote it for me."

Rong Ling stopped talking.

Fang Ruotong nodded, and his eyelashes trembled slightly: "Since the last time we left in the palace, Ruotong has been thinking about when we can see the prince again. This time, the death was a fatal situation, but it is thanks to the prince to save him. I have nothing to repay, I only hope... I only hope... the prince can give Ruotong a chance, so that the little girl can repay her life-saving grace..."

She repeated a sentence three times, speaking normally, but clearly there was something in her words, she hesitated to speak.

Rong Leng listened, but there was no expression on his face: "It is not this king who insists on saving you."

Fang Ruotong hurriedly said: "I also want to thank Master Liu for taking the risk, but Master Liu is serving the prince, Ruotong thought, if the prince didn't order it, Master Liu would also..."

"My king didn't give her permission." Rong Leng was very straightforward.

Fang Ruotong insisted: "My lord didn't say anything, but Mr. Liu is willing to make a move. I think it's because I understand the deepest meaning of my lord..."

"There is no deep meaning in my heart." After Rong Leng finished speaking, afraid that she would find another excuse, he said directly: "If Master Liu hadn't made up his mind and dragged two packages up, I just want to leave with her silently, so as not to startle the snake. , disturbing the muddy water, from the beginning to the end, whether it is you or Miss Li, I don’t want to take care of it.”

It is rare for Rong Leng to say so many words, but because he is tired of dealing with women, he is forced to speak out.

Fang Ruotong couldn't continue. She didn't expect the third prince to be so difficult to talk to. She squeezed the palm of her hand, her fingers were already completely cold, not only her fingers, but also her shoulders, neck, and top of her head. The words of the third prince were frozen like a human ice sculpture.

"My lord, what's the meaning of this?" She finally asked with a trembling voice, her eyes gleamed with water, as if she was hurt by his heartless words.

Rong Leng was very blunt, since tonight, he looked at her for the first time, his eyes were frank and serious: "What I mean is to hope that Miss Fang will recover as soon as possible, leave Qingzhou as soon as possible, and return to your capital, so don't drag me down again." King, drag Master Liu down."

My heart suddenly ached.

Fang Ruotong was a young girl's heart, broken into pieces and wreckage everywhere.

At this point, Fang Ruotong had no face to continue. Her eyes were flushed, and she looked up at the man who left a deep impression on her heart, and asked sadly: "My lord would never have thought about it. If it wasn't for your help, Ruotong I have already lost my body and head, has my soul returned to Jiuquan?"

Rong Leng said: "I don't think so."

Fang Ruotong was angry: "You...you..."

Rong Leng looked at her with cold eyes: "What does your business have to do with this king? Why does this king think about it? Who are you to this king?"

His body trembled violently, Fang Ruotong clutched his heart, staggered, and fell backward, because he couldn't stand firmly, he was about to fall.

(End of this chapter)