Judicial Doctor, Wild Princess

Fang Ruotong's eyes were a little dazed, and the heroic image of the Second Prince continuously surfaced in her mind. Her fingers grabbed onto a corner of the blanket, and her palm was covered with fine, hot sweat.

Li Yin thought for a moment, and felt that it was more appropriate to call it "lifting", but when she thought about how the Second Prince was also someone with a head and face, and was his husband's friend, she imprinted an image on it and said: "En."

Fang Ruotong's eyes and tail fluttered, her entire person became hazy, and her face quickly flushed red.

Fang Ruotong listened too much, and was a little bored, interrupting her chattering: "You're so eager, it's not that he doesn't want to marry, the way I see you, there isn't much difference, are you not … …"

"What did he tell me?"

"I'm warning you to rest early?"

When the Master Liu came in, she had said three words in total.

Fang Ruotong spoke the truth. Before she finished, Li Yin was already excited: "You still haven't heard it? He cares about me, and cares about me being late for bed. He casually asked you a few times, but it was just a perfunctory question. But to me, she truly and sincerely took care of me, and you can't tell? "

Fang Ruotong was startled, she really could not differentiate between the two. "I keep feeling, in his eyes, you and I are only patients …"

Li Yin interrupted: "If she's a patient, then why can't she be the one you love? "He doesn't treat you that well, even his tone is distant. Perhaps you have just woken up, and your mind has yet to come back to you, so you're still a bit muddled. I think you should rest well, or you can separate it out once your brain is better."

Fang Ruotong didn't say anything, but she was thinking in her heart that she didn't know who was in a muddle.

It was probably because of these words that Li Yin's mood started to turn bad, and she was in low spirits as she accompanied Fang Ruotong for a while, and then returned to her own room.

Fang Ruotong did not think too much about it. Her mind was currently filled with only one other person, the one who had saved her together with the Master Liu.

When he thought of that person's upright posture and his cold eyes, his cheeks felt hot. He imagined that person carrying her from the wolf den all the way back to the inn, and his heart trembled.

The more she thought about it, the more her mind trembled. She fell back onto the bed, tightly holding onto the bedding, tossing and turning, unable to close her eyes no matter how hard she tried. Once she closed her eyes, she could only think of that person's figure.

She slowly sat up, her body still feeling weak. Even though she had taken the medicine, she was still a bit tired. Even so, she still got off the bed and walked slowly towards the door.

Outside, the sky was completely dark.

Fang Ruotong stood in the pitch-black hallway, looking at the flickering candlelight in the lobby of the first floor. Holding onto the railing, he walked towards the stairs, step by step.

Fu Zichen was still waiting for the medicine, but Liu Mo still had to take a pill before he went to sleep.

He was the only one on the first floor. He was originally very bored as he held a book in his hand and read it roughly to pass the time.

When he heard the noise coming from the stairs, he gave it a shallow glance. Ben only took a casual glance, but when he saw the person coming, he narrowed his eyes and put down the book.

Fang Ruotong wanted to come down to look for the person that she was missing in his heart. When she didn't see that person, but instead saw an unfamiliar man, she immediately felt uneasy and hurriedly lowered her head.

Fu Zichen looked at her for a while. Seeing that he was not talking to him, but was just standing motionlessly at the foot of the stairs, she did not say a word.

There was no one around. The night breeze blew the lanterns outside the inn, causing rustling sounds.

This kind of silence did not last for long. In the end, it was Fang Ruotong who spoke: "Excuse me …" Fu Zichen looked at her, the expression in his eyes not very deep.

"Excuse me, is there a young master Rong here?"

Her voice was soft, with a hint of sickly shyness.

Fu Zichen heard it, and could feel the fear in her tone, she guessed what he was trying to say and asked: "Rong Ling?"

Fang Ruotong's eyes immediately lit up, and she nodded: "Rong, have you let Young Noble out yet?"

Fu Zichen laughed, and glanced at one of the doors on the second floor: "No, in my room."

"Then …" Fang Ruotong moved her fingers, her face completely red.

Fu Zichen considerately asked: What business do you have with him? It's still early, so he should still be awake. Do you need me to call him for you? "

"But can I?" The woman's voice was even softer. She was so embarrassed that she couldn't even raise her head.

However, Fu Zichen remained exceptionally warm. "Of course I can. On this cool night, there's a beautiful invitation. After he finished speaking, she did not care about how Fang Ruotong acted, but stood up and walked up the stairs from the other side to the second floor.

Fang Ruotong watched as he walked to the entrance of the third room, and knocked on the door, she immediately lowered his head, and did not dare look, for fear that when the door opened, he would meet the eyes of "that person".

She had come out to find him on impulse, and she had not yet decided what to say to him.

Thank him for saving his life? Or perhaps, he could ask him if he still remembered meeting her in the palace.

Feeling nervous in her heart, it became harder and harder to control her fingers. Her fingertips dug into her palm, forming a deep imprint, as if she hadn't noticed it at all.

The door to the second floor opened. Fang Ruotong restrained herself from looking up.

The one who opened the door was Rong Ling. Seeing the person outside, his expression and tone became ugly: "What's the matter?"

Fu Zichen looked at him, and then, without the usual confrontation, he asked with a smile on his face, "You asleep?"

The greetings were not like what Fu Zichen would normally say. Rong Ling did not reply, and only waited for him to get down to business.

Fu Zichen leisurely stepped back half a step, her chin pointed to the first floor: "Someone is looking for you."

Rong Ling looked over, three candles were lit on the first floor, although it was not considered bright, he could still barely see anything. She could see a person standing at the side of the stairs, his weak body half hidden in the shadows, the other half swaying under the light.

Rong Ling frowned, but then she smiled: "Good old sweetheart?"

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