In the study room, mottled light and shadow hit the window lattice, casting a shadow under the carved wooden window.
A man in white clothes is lying by the window. His long hair is not tied up, except for a simple long black hairpin. He has one hand against the window edge, his fingers are slender and white, with clear joints. The other hand is resting on his thigh.
, the whole person leaned lazily on the lounge chair.
As soon as Jiang Wu entered the study, he saw such a scene.
She has never seen Fu Heng like this. Most of the time, whether it is the way he dresses or the way he gives people, Fu Heng is more like a bloodthirsty general or a powerful minister who dominates the government. Today, he is more like a
The scholar in white, whose iron-blooded temperament has been weakened to almost nothing, is still somewhat quiet and peaceful.
Today is different from the past. The person sitting at the desk reviewing official documents is actually His Highness Prince An.
Jiang Wu was startled and bowed to Prince An in utter embarrassment.
Fu Heng heard the sound of the door opening and lazily raised his eyes. As soon as he and Jiang Wu looked at each other, Jiang Wu instantly realized that this man was not an aristocratic young master, he was still the same Fu Heng.
She felt that her trip today was particularly stupid. When Princess Wen Xian said that he was injured, she ran over in a hurry, forgetting that Prince An was also in the study, and that Fu Heng had been injured for so long and she had never thought about it.
She informed her, it was really... very embarrassing for her to rush over there now.
"Um... Sir, is it too late for me to say that I went in the wrong direction?" She held the door frame, pretending that she was very calm now.
Fu Heng stood up. Dressed in white, he looked a bit like a handsome young man. He walked up to Jiang Wu, then leaned down, but his eyes were as cold as before, "You're already here, why are you leaving?"
Jiang Wu looked at him carefully, but still couldn't help asking: "Sir, are you... your injury better?"
Fu Heng paused. He looked at Jiang Wu and said with a half-smile, "Is this why you came here today?"
Jiang Wu thought for a while and then bravely said: "That's not entirely true. I heard from Princess Wen Xian that your Excellency was seriously injured... so I wanted to come and have a look."
I don't know why, but this answer seemed to make Fu Heng very dissatisfied. He stood up straight and said in a cold tone: "Then you can go back, I don't need you now."
Jiang Wu was stunned for a moment, then his face turned pale.
She is a liar, she wants to see it, what should she see?
It's over, it's over. Fu Heng must have misunderstood. She was a little anxious and didn't think too much. As soon as she raised her legs, she wanted to hold Fu Heng. In the end, she forgot about the wide skirt. She accidentally stepped on the skirt, and then her whole body
Uncontrollably falling in the direction of Fu Heng——
"!"
Fu Heng stretched out his long arms and pulled and hugged him!
The wind roared, and Jiang Wu lost her balance and fell to the ground. Then she fell into a warm and solid embrace. The next step was a wonderful spin. She was completely suppressed by Fu Heng and pressed against the wall before she could even make a sound.
Jiang Wu was stunned. She could only smell the faint cold fragrance of Fu Heng on the tip of her nose. Her ears were slightly red. This situation was too embarrassing. She moved her wrist slightly and heard a low voice in her ear: "Don't move.
"
"..."
The two people looked at each other in a very narrow space, with each other's reflections in the depths of their pupils.
Jiang Wugang was about to ask Sir what you are going to do, but when he looked up, he saw that Fu Heng's face was abnormally pale, and there was even some sweat on his forehead.
She immediately understood that it was a wound!
She didn't dare to move anymore, so she could only put her hand on his shoulder carefully, "Sir, what's wrong with you? Let me help you over first."
Seeing her cautious look, Fu Heng's original plan to walk over by himself disappeared in an instant. He tilted his body and leaned against Jiang Wu. He was so weak that he couldn't even speak, so he could only nod reluctantly.
Jiang Wu saw him like this, so she became even more scared. Could it be that her life was in danger because she had opened the wound? She was more careful and slowly moved to the lounge chair by the window. She planned to go out and call the doctor.
, but as soon as he stood up straight, his hand was held by Fu Heng again.
She turned back, glanced at the hands held by the two of them, and whispered: "Sir, if the wound is open, you have to call the doctor to come over and re-sut it."
Fu Heng still closed his eyes and said feebly: "No need, I know my own body."
The more he behaved like this, the more Jiang Wu believed that he was trying to be strong, and the more she blamed herself. If something happened to Fu Heng, she would be the one to blame!
At this time, King An, who had been silent all this time, finally couldn't bear it anymore. He held his chin with one hand and looked at Jiang Wu and said, "Girl, he is teasing you."
Jiang Wu was stunned. He looked at King An, then at Fu Heng, who was lying on the couch as if he was about to drive westward, and finally let out a cry from the depths of his soul - "Ah?"
With a smile on his lips, King An complained unceremoniously, "He has a very bad temper. It's just a small injury, but it deserves to be treated with great fanfare. It's not like he's going to die."
Jiang Wu paused and looked at Fu Heng suddenly. At this time, Fu Heng also opened his eyes at the right time. Facing Jiang Wu's eyes full of accusations, he frowned and said, "What are you looking at me for?"
Jiang Wu curled his lips: "Isn't it true that you were so ill just now that you couldn't speak?"
Fu Heng looked very calm, "Really? I don't remember. It's just a little dizzy. You just said you were going to see a doctor, why didn't you go?"
Jiang Wu:...You will definitely be admitted to Beijing Film Academy with first place in your next life.
Jiang Wu gritted his teeth and said, "I can't help you, sir. I thought about it. Although I'm a widower, I know a lot about medicine and pharmacology, so it's okay for me to help you." As he said this, he actually wanted to take off Fu Heng's coat.
But he was so frightened that he quickly stood up!
The three of them were in the same room, and the atmosphere was a bit subtle.
Jiang Wu was not angry. If she wanted to use a more accurate word to describe her mental state at this moment, she could only use the word "speechless".
She said angrily: "Since you have nothing to do, sir, I won't bother you." After saying that, she walked away. King An called behind him twice but didn't hear him.
In this room of the study, King An said: "This little girl is indeed interesting. No wonder you want to keep her by your side."
Fu Heng looked cold again: "She is just a widower. She is kept in Beizhen Fusi because she has some skills in autopsy."
King An raised his eyebrows, full of interest, "The autopsy skills are really amazing. Since the two cases, even Dali Temple has become interested in her."
Sure enough, Fu Heng finally raised his eyes: "Dali Temple?"
King An nodded and recalled: "Li Can from Dali Temple once had contact with her. Li Can was not a very good person, but in order to save his own face, he praised Miss Jiang to the best of everything. Now he treats Miss Jiang
There are a lot of curious people.”
Fu Heng snorted coldly: "That's just curiosity."
No matter how many people are curious, this person can only be from Beizhen Fusi.
King An sighed: "So you decided to take Miss Jiang with you?"