Feng Qiming was stunned when Fuling said this, and stared at her with his eyes wide open.
Poria looked at him like this, and then she came back to her senses uncomfortably: "What are you looking at? Could it be that what I said is not the truth? I really don't know whether you are a benevolent person or a foolish person."
Because Feng Qiming was injured, he was still weak even after taking medicine. He casually sat down on the ground without any airs of a prince.
She even laughed softly, which made Fu Ling look on at the side confused. Could it be that this person was stupid after being scolded by her, and he wouldn't throw her into the sky jail as soon as the order came down.
Just when Fu Ling was thinking wildly, Feng Qi raised his head and looked at her with a smile: "What the girl said is indeed right. What surprised me was that no one had ever said such a thing in front of me. I felt strange for a moment.
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Fu Ling looked at him with strange eyes: "Xinqi, you are the prince, who dares to scold you?"
The smile in Feng Qiming's eyes gradually dimmed, with a hint of helplessness and sadness that Fu Ling couldn't understand: "Yes, I am the prince, who dares to say anything about me?"
After saying that, he frowned, as he accidentally pulled the wound just now.
Seeing his changed expression, Fu Ling patted his head. How could he forget about this anger all of a sudden? Is this man seriously injured?
He quickly went forward and helped him up: "I forgot that you were injured. Go in first and I will bandage your wound."
Feng Qiming's ears were always red, and there was a hint of twitchiness in his eyes, but Fu Ling didn't see it: "Then let's do the hard work first, girl."
"Humph, just remember not to cause trouble for me in the future." To be honest, Fuling said that her first impression of this indecisive prince was very bad.
First, he carefully cut off the clothes around the wound. After looking at the small wounds around him, Fu Ling quickly tore it open from behind.
"Hey, girl." Feng Qiming, a desolate god, found that his upper body went cold, and his clothes were violently torn apart by Poria cocos, and now the two halves were hanging pitifully around his waist.
He moved his hand, trying to reach out to cover it, but then he realized that if he moved his hand, the wounds on his body would be very painful.
Thinking about him again, he is a man. Where should I cover him?
The neck and above instantly turned red, and she moved her lips, not knowing what to say.
Fu Ling looked at the wounds and nodded first. She had a good figure and fair skin, but there were a lot of wounds on her body.
"You're such a big man, why are you so shy? Even if you're shy, it's me who's shy, right?" Fu Ling said it directly and unceremoniously. She took a piece of handkerchief, wet it with wine, and wet it with wine.
Wipe up the blood stains.
"I, I, I'm afraid that the girl will suffer a loss." Feng Qiming vomited for a long time, hesitating and stammering out this sentence.
"Blowing a loss?" Fu Ling seemed to have heard a big joke. She grew up among half a man, so she would suffer a loss.
"Hmph, with you looking like this, in the final analysis, do you suffer the loss or do I? It's not necessarily certain." Fu Ling directly took the handkerchief and put it around his waist.
Feng Qiming, who seemed to have been teased, was not only red from the neck up, but now the entire upper body was red. He had been holding it in for a long time and could not say a word.
A smile flashed across Fu Ling's eyes when she saw Feng Qiming's deflated look, but she just couldn't stand his look. She got angry just thinking about it and wanted to tease him.