"Okay, I understand. My prince is not at home now. When he comes back, we will definitely pay him a visit. Thank you both for your help." Long Momo smiled brightly, but in his heart he scolded Feng Yichen several times.
All over, this wolf in sheep's clothing can't even be eaten by him if he goes alone.
"Princess, Heiyi wants to ask you something!"
"Say!" At this moment, the palace maid brought down the tea, and Long silently motioned for him to drink the tea.
"Why did the princess heal so quickly from her injuries, as if she had never been injured at all?"
Hearing Heiyi's question, Long Momo was stunned. She also wanted to know this question, but every time she asked Feng Lenglie, he never answered her directly.
"I don't know why this is happening. Yesterday I thought I was going to die, but today I'm fine!" Long Momo pulled up his sleeves strangely and looked at the injured area yesterday. It was now as smooth as jade.
When Heiyi saw her exposing her arms in front of him without any hesitation, he coughed slightly and looked away.
Long Momo smiled at him sheepishly and quickly put down his sleeves.
"Since this is the case, then I will go back and report to His Highness the Crown Prince first!"
Heiyi stood up and said goodbye. Long Momo sent him to the door of Anhe Hall, watched him leave, and turned back to the inner hall.
"Why does the wound heal so quickly?" Long Momo has been thinking about this question in his mind at this moment.
As the saying goes, everything must return to its extreme. Could it be that she was poisoned by some strange poison?
Forget it, let’s stop thinking about it now. Now that we’ve arrived here, everything has already been determined. It’s useless to think about it too much!
Maybe he was too tired, so Long lay silently on the bed for a while and then fell into a deep sleep.
Long Momo slept extremely uneasily. She frowned in her sleep. Suddenly, she was forcefully pulled out of the bed, and her whole body fell to the cold floor.
She woke up instantly and met a pair of sharp eyes without any warmth.
As if he was about to shoot her through, Long Momo shook subconsciously.
It's so cold, both physically and mentally.
At this time, Feng Lenglie grabbed her arm so hard that the pain caused a layer of dense sweat to form on her forehead.
She bit her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from making any sound, and stared closely at his slightly haggard handsome face.
The two of them were in a stalemate like this, no one said anything!
It's enough time for a stick of incense.
"Why don't you speak, why don't you explain, I really want to kill you now!" Feng Lenglie had already closed his eyes, put his hands on her shoulders, and shook her vigorously.
Dear friends, please go down and "save it to my study" and stop being lazy.
