Du Fengju's heart suddenly jumped. He opened his mouth, and it took him a while to find his voice: "You...what did you say? His Highness was injured?"
How did you get injured? Is the injury serious? how is it now?
The soldier Chang Dingli who spoke did not know that his words cast a huge stone in the hearts of others, and immediately replied: "When His Highness was sparring with Shi Zuoli, he was grazed by a spear and was injured."
I see!
Also, since Chang Ding led the soldiers so calmly, he should have been able to guess that even if His Highness Chang Ding was injured, it would definitely not be serious.
He tried to force out a smile, as if it was a light weight, but he still couldn't smile as he twitched the corners of his lips. It was as if a weight was weighing on his heart, so heavy that he couldn't bear it.
Even though he could guess it, he still couldn't help but ask: "Is His Highness's injury important?"
This point is not very clear to the soldiers here in the martial arts field now.
"There is Dr. Lin in the mansion. He has already visited His Highness. I think there is nothing serious about Your Highness." A gentleman replied.
Of course, Du Fengju knew this very well.
There is an imperial physician in Princess Changding's residence. The imperial physician must have rushed over as soon as His Highness was injured.
Maybe the scratch on His Highness's arm has healed.
He also knows very well that injuries are inevitable when competing in a martial arts arena.
It's just that when she was in Wuge Guichang before, she was just laying a solid foundation and had not yet competed with others, so she was not injured.
Moreover, even if His Highness is injured, she is a precious person, and Shi Dingfang is such a measured person, so the injury will definitely not be serious.
He is very clear about all the truths, too clear.
However, when he thought that the one who was injured was Princess Changding, his heart was stabbed and clenched together.
His Highness was injured, why was she injured?
Du Fengju's mind was buzzing and buzzing, and he couldn't stop it.
Originally, he had cheered up and wanted to put the finished product of the bed crossbow together, but now he was holding the parts of the bed crossbow, his hands were shaking a little, and he couldn't pick it up at all. @*~~
He turned back his hand and firmly grasped the parts in his hand. After a long time, he stood up and said to Chang Ding's soldiers: "Your Highness must not have gone to bed yet? I have something urgent and want to see Your Highness."
Although it was night, he wanted to see His Highness.
This thought grew like waterweed, entangled in his mind.
He couldn't let go without seeing His Highness safe and sound with his own eyes.
Hearing his words, the faces of the elders around him quickly darkened, and several gentlemen also showed surprised looks.
Nothing else, because what Du Fengju said was really inappropriate.
His current identity is Mr. Du Duan. Although Chang Dingsu and the gentlemen in the martial arts field know that His Highness relies heavily on him, he is a middle-aged man after all.
How could he go to see His Highness so late? How dare he make such a request?
Chang Ding led his soldiers and said in a cold voice: "Mr. Du, it's getting late. We can't go near His Majesty's bedroom without His Majesty's summons."
Chang Ding led 4,000 soldiers, who took turns to stay at His Highness's side. Except for the more than a hundred people who were under close protection, the other soldiers who did not have their turn to stay on duty did not leave the martial arts field.
These days, they have spent a lot of time with Mr. Du Duan and know that he is extremely talented in developing weapons. They have indeed received Mr. Du Duan's guidance and their martial arts have improved dramatically, but...
Their master is His Highness Changding!
What Mr. Du Duan said at this moment was not only inappropriate, it could also be said to be offensive!
Therefore, the faces of these long-term soldiers are not good-looking.
Du Fengju was not afraid of the sudden change of expressions of these soldiers, but after thinking about it, he changed his explanation: "His Highness is injured, just go and report to Manager Li. I do have something important, so I'll wait for him here at the martial arts arena." .”
It was really inappropriate for him to ask to see His Highness at such a late hour, so he could only settle for the next best thing and ask to see Li Xing'en who was beside His Highness.
Li Xing'en serves His Highness personally and must know His Highness's injuries best.
He believed that with His Highness's regard for him, Manager Li Xing'en would come to see him.
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Chang Ding led his soldiers to look at Du Fengju for a few times and finally nodded.
When the soldiers came to report, Li Xing'en happened to be waiting in the dormitory, so Zheng Ji also heard the request.
She was startled for a moment, then opened her lips and said, "It's so late, Mr. Du wants to see you?"
What does Feng Ju have to say to Li Xing'en at this time?
She looked at her arm, and immediately thought of his true intention, the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously.
Fengju must have known about her injury, and Fengju was worried about her...
Realizing this, Zheng Ji's originally gloomy mood couldn't help but become a little clearer.
She immediately made a decision and ordered: "Invite Mr. Du Duan to the front hall. I also have something to discuss with him."
Li Xing'en glanced at Zheng Ji's arm, hesitated to speak, and then obeyed the order: "Yes, I understand."
Since His Highness wants to see Mr. Du Duan, let’s meet him.
In the front hall, there are also soldiers guarding the front hall, so there is no need to worry about anything.
Soon, Du Fengju was invited to the front hall, where he was served tea and waited. @
He was such a sensitive person. He immediately thought that the person who wanted to see him was His Highness Chang Ding, and his heart that was originally hanging started to sway slightly.
Not long after he sat down, he heard footsteps outside the palace. He looked up and sure enough, His Highness was coming.
That familiar figure was tall and plump, as if holding the wind and thunder. He walked with indescribable power. He was obviously cold and lofty, but at this moment, Du Fengju's heart softened.
When he saw that her face was a little pale and her whole body was a little sluggish, he stood up involuntarily and blurted out: "Your Highness, are you seriously injured? How did you get injured?"
Zheng Ji sat down, shook his head and chuckled: "Don't worry, Mr. Du, I am fine. It was just a light wipe."
She was in a bad mood before, so she went to Shi Dingfang for a discussion, but she was always thinking about Fengju and Weiwei Temple, and accidentally her arm was rubbed.
In fact, it was just a shallow blood stain, and the blood didn't even ooze out, but it scared Shi Dingfang and Li Xing'en quite.
No, not only the two of them, but also Du Fengju was frightened.
She was very familiar with Feng Ju. Although he didn't show anything, his auspicious eyes were deeper and darker than before.
Feng Ju him, he is suppressing the rolling emotions.
"Mr. Du, you..."
"Your Highness, you..."
The two said in unison, their eyes collided in the air, and then quickly separated.
Although nothing had been said yet, there seemed to be an indescribable pull between the two, which made Du Fengju feel his cheeks heat up.
Fortunately, he changed his appearance and His Highness Chang Ding would not notice.
He adjusted his breath slightly, looked at Zheng Ji's left arm hanging unnaturally, and his voice became hoarse: "Your Highness, you are injured... what is going on?".
