Zi Si stood there silently, looking at Shen Shuang who smiled like a child without saying a word. She completely ignored the wound on her arm, and blood flowed out from the wound when she waved her arm.
The snow-white gauze was dyed into the color of blood flowers.
"Miss Shen Shuang is so happy, but what happy things happened?"
A voice came in with a smile. Shen Shuang stopped laughing and looked back, only to see Murong Ling striding towards him under the thousand feet of light, another evil man waving a fan.[
With a flowery smile and playful eyes, when she saw Shen Shuang's small injury, she couldn't help but froze in place.
"It seems that Miss Shen Shuang is not in good health. Zi Si, what's wrong with the girl?"
Murong Ling's face darkened and he asked seriously for the first time.
Zi Si shook his head lightly, "The girl was a little confused. She broke into the Xin Orchard without permission and was beheaded on the spot by the Queen."
He told the truth, but Murong Ling sighed softly, shook his head and sighed, "That's terrible! Miss Shen Shuang, you have got into such a big trouble! The queen can't move, I'm afraid the queen can't kill you, so
I will hold my grudge and blow the wind into the emperor's ear from my pillow. Oops, if the emperor's ear softens, I will kill you. What should I do?"
Shen Shuang smiled lightly. Although Murong Ling seemed cynical, what he said was all the truth.
"What's the joy in life, and what's the fear in death? Everyone will die eventually, isn't it the same as dying early and dying late?" Shen Shuang sat down and saw that the blood on his arm was still bleeding, so he stretched out his hand to cover it.
Murong Ling's face darkened, he put down his fan and shouted coldly, "Don't move!"
Shen Shuang was startled, Murong Ling was always smiling, why was he suddenly so serious?
Murong Ling walked aside, picked off a few leaves, put them in his mouth, chewed them with his mouth, and spit them out into the palm of his hand, turning them into a ball of green mud leaves.
He walked to Shen Shuang, applied the mud leaves to her wound, pulled off a piece of robe, and bandaged Shen Shuang's wound.
His thick palm gently rubbed Shen Shuang's arm, and Shen Shuang's heart sank. If this prince is an idler, why is the skin of his hands so rough?
Clearly, like a farmer or a martial arts practitioner.