When Cui Ning bowed and walked into the side room, Bu Fengli was standing in front of the bronze mirror, motionless.

Cui Ning was very confused, especially when he got closer and saw the man staring at himself in the bronze mirror without blinking, and seemed not to even notice that he came in, he became even more confused.

"Your Majesty." He called softly.

The man finally came to his senses and turned around.

"Doctor Tong has sent over some new medicine. Should it be fried at night or tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow," he suddenly remembered something, "has Mrs. Tong left?"

"Not yet, the rain is a bit heavy right now, I told you to leave after this rain shower."

"Let him come to see the king." The man walked to the table, lifted his robe and sat down.

"Yes!" Cui Ning nodded and thought of another thing, "The Seventh Prince is still in the mansion, is he staying for dinner? Do you need to inform the kitchen..."

"No need." Before Cui Ning could finish her words, she was interrupted by the man.

Cui Ning was startled for a moment, then bowed: "Okay, I'll take my leave."

Just as he was about to leave, the man suddenly said again: "Are they already blowing?"

"Not yet. When the slave just went in to light the lamp, the two of them were not there yet. They were chatting. I wonder if it will start now?" Cui Ning replied matter-of-factly.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his hand to signal him to go down.

Cui Ning did not leave. He hesitated and felt that it was necessary to tell his master: "I feel that Qing Ning is not as simple as we thought."

The man's eyebrows were lowered, looking at the scratches on the back of his right hand. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids and looked up at him.

"When I went in to hold the lamp, I heard that she said in front of the Seventh Prince that he was very good-looking and emphasized it twice. The servant thought that she would only say this to the Prince, but now it seems

,she......"

"Let Dr. Tong come over." The man interrupted him again, with a bit of impatience.

Well.

Cui Ning raised her eyes to look at the man, thinking that the man was angry, but she saw that the man's expression was as usual.

After thinking about it, I felt that I was talking too much.

How could this man, who didn't take Qing Ning seriously at all and left her to fend for herself, care who she talked to and what she said? He might even want her to say such things to other men, right?

It was his talkativeness that made him so impatient.

"Slave, please excuse me." His eyes touched the wound on the man's lip, and he asked again: "Does the prince really not need any medicine on his mouth?"

When the man came back from Dou's Music Studio, he saw the cut on his lip. To be honest, he was quite surprised because the wound looked like a bite. But for this man, being bitten by someone else

, it is completely impossible, and it is impossible to be bitten by yourself.

However, he didn't dare to say anything, and he didn't dare to ask. He just asked if he would like some ointment, and the man said no.

But looking at it now, it seems that it is still swollen. Applying some medicine will help it heal faster.

There was a loud "pop" sound, which startled him. The man suddenly slapped his palm on the table: "I'm still asking the same question. Are you thinking without thinking, or have you lost your memory?"

The man shouted angrily.

Cui Ning was a little frightened by his actions and appearance.

Confused, he quickly bowed and left.

...

Not long after, Doctor Tong came.

Facing the man dressed in purple robes and sitting under the lamp, he bowed and said, "Your Majesty."

The man raised his sleeves to indicate that he did not need to be polite.

"I have a question for you."

"Your Majesty, please speak."

"Does a normal person suffer from fragmentary amnesia? It means that he suddenly forgets a certain scene, or something. This thing, this scene may be what he just experienced, but he has no memory at all and cannot think about it.
Chapter completed!