The door was gently pushed open. Bai Jingjing saw Xin'er's face covered with tears and Yelujun's serious and tight face. She asked with a puzzled look on her face: "Excuse me, what happened? I just seemed like
I heard the sound of fighting, and then...ah, what happened to Mr. Mu?"
Her eyes moved to Feng Hua's pale face and the blood-red shoulders, and she exclaimed loudly: "Oh my god, is Mr. Mu injured?"
Yelujun had a calm face and said nothing.
Xin'er wiped away her tears and said, "Young Master's injuries are not serious. You go back to your room and rest. Young Master needs a quiet rest."
Bai Jingjing nodded and said with a very sincere look: "Okay, I won't bother you anymore. If you need my help in any way, remember to call me... I also hope that I can be of some help."
"Yeah!" Xin'er nodded, suddenly remembered something, and said: "That..."
"Is there anything else?" She saw that she seemed to have something to say, so she looked at her steadily.
Xin'er hesitated for a moment and said: "Be careful of Qing'er. If she comes to find you, remember to run away. She has gone crazy now and will kill you..."
"Ah, why did she want to kill me?" She looked very scared, and suddenly thought of something, "Could it be that she... did Mr. Mu's injuries?"
Xin'er nodded with difficulty, tears filling her eyes again.
Bai Jingjing looked surprised and confused: "It's Qing'er...why did she do this? The young master is so kind to her..."
Xin'er sniffed and said, "Things have become like this. I don't want to mention it anymore. Just pay attention to it."
"Yeah, okay." Bai Jingjing turned around and walked away. The moment she turned around, no one noticed that there was a cunning look in her eyes.
One day and one night passed.
The doctor said that Fenghua's injury has passed the critical stage, but he still hasn't woken up. He doesn't know why, so he can only wait quietly!
During this day and night, Yelujun stayed by Fenghua's bedside, never leaving.
He just sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hand all the time. The stubble on his face had grown out, and his tired eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes.
Xin'er gently opened the door, walked in, and said to him: "My lord, you have been guarding for a day and a night. Let Xin'er guard tonight. You go back to your room and have a good rest."
"No, I'm fine." He said in a low voice, his eyes still focused on Fenghua's face without moving away.
"Your Majesty, Miss, this is the case. If even you are exhausted, what will we do..." Tears flashed in Xin'er's eyes.
Yelujun's eyes flickered and he was silent for a while before slowly standing up: "Then you will be the guard tonight. Remember, if you see Qing'er, remember to shout, I will arrange for Qingfeng to be here
Guard outside the door."
"Well, I understand." Xin'er nodded.
He took one last look at the sick person before reluctantly leaving.
After the door closed, Xin'er sighed, picked up a handkerchief and wiped Fenghua's forehead, and said softly: "Miss, you must get better and wake up quickly. When Xin'er sees you like this, it's really...
So sad..."
After saying this, there were tears on her face again. She wiped the corners of her eyes and continued to wipe her body. Suddenly she heard the sound of wind and turned around to see that the curtains of the window were blown up.