Luo Jia was angry: "Fangfei, don't use your words!"
"I treat patients and never let others watch. Your Majesty, if you don't like it, I will leave if you don't leave."
After she finished speaking, she really turned around and left.
Luo Jia grabbed her, and she turned around, their eyes met. Luo Jia was furious, and his eyes seemed to be murderous. A smile quickly flashed across her face.
Her voice was as soft as a naughty child, so low: "Your Majesty, you don't have to be like this. If I am destined to be a sacrifice, what am I afraid of you doing? To heal the prince, it depends on whether you feel good or not. …”
Luo Jia was shocked. This girl, she is not a fool. Whether she is good or bad at governing the prince, her chances of surviving are very slim. Who can convince the supreme high priest? Not even Luo Jia! It makes no sense to raise a sacrifice victim to the age of 18 and then release it. This has no precedent in the history of the Northern Kingdom.
Luo Jia finally walked out.
Door, close.
There were only two people in the room, and there was spring sunshine. Everything was calm, but at this moment, there was a tense atmosphere spreading around.
Fang Fei then took a closer look at the man lying on the bed. He had his eyes closed, but at this moment, he suddenly opened them and looked at her.
"Fangfei, you are Fangfei!"
She said calmly, it was not unusual for her to recognize someone she had met once. She had already recognized him.
"Fangfei, you have changed."
“Who will remain unchanged?”
"I mean..." He bit his lip, and there was a smile in the corner of his eyes, "You have become more beautiful."
She was startled. It was the first time in her life that she heard such a sentence and felt so strange.
"Don't think that I will save you just because you say this!"
The prince's eyes were a little dim: "I have known for a long time that I am not good enough. Coming here is just because my father is not willing to do it. In fact, it is unnecessary in the first place."
Fangfei said nothing.
"I am the prince and crown prince of the Northern Kingdom, so I naturally know the secrets of the temple and the tradition of sacrifices. When I was in the palace, I counted the days until my death every day, and I have long been used to it. But, you, you..." His voice was weak, And said no more.
Fang Fei immediately understood what he meant. He understood what it felt like for a healthy person to count the days of death like this!
She looked at the deep sympathy in his eyes, and her heart was shocked, just like that red apple eight years ago. It was the only time in her life that someone showed kindness to her; it was also the only time that someone took pity on her.
mercy.
She suddenly stood up and walked over and grabbed his hand.
The prince was startled and looked at the girl with long black hair sitting in front of him in a white shirt. He didn't know why, but having his hand grabbed like this felt like an electric shock.
She pressed her hand on his pulse for a long time before letting go. She took a few steps back and looked at him carefully, from head to toe, and then from toe to head.
The prince gave a wry smile: "Fangfei, I am terminally ill, and many doctors have failed to diagnose me. You don't have to waste your efforts..."
"What does a famous doctor have to do with me? How I want to treat him is my business..." Her tone was very calm, but also urgent. She wanted to suppress her emotions, but after all, she was an inexperienced girl and could not hide her emotions. His dark eyes turned, revealing an eager light, as if he was saying to himself: "I know there is a medicine called Phoenix Stone..."
She looked at the prince, only to find that he had closed his eyes again, showing no sign of urgency or expectation at all. He was Luo Jia's son, but he and Luo Jia were opposites, one cold and one hot, as if he was more like a person.
The old man, who has gone through many vicissitudes of life, is not interested in anything and can no longer cheer up.
How long had he been bedridden? So any sense of confidence was gone?
Fang Fei was not out of sympathy, but out of curiosity. At this moment, she was like a prince, as if she had been closed in the temple for too long. Many times, she was so hopeless.
"Prince, I will try to heal you!"
He actually opened his eyes and sat up slowly: "Fangfei, I want to ask you something."
"Ah? What's the matter?"
"Don't tell anyone about my true condition. I don't want to go back to the palace." He looked out the window at the lush woods and the fragrance of flowers, and his tone was very strange. "If I can die here in the end, it would be good. At least.