Such a frivolous man, Xue Lang would definitely not be like this.
"I dare not trouble the prince."
Liu Zhiheng's mood became even more depressed. He pulled her over and quickly put on his clothes.
Liu Zhiheng turned around and saw Duan Wujiu leaning on the bed, lazily and casually, looking at her with a smile, as if he was admiring something, and the unknown fire in her heart became even stronger.
He was in a relaxed mood and his posture was elegant.
She was the only one to face this sudden forgetfulness and the sudden change in their relationship.
Liu Zhiheng took a deep breath and told himself not to be angry. Being angry will cause breast cancer.
She quickly made mental preparations: when she first rescued Duan Wu Jiu, she knew that this day would come. It was her own choice. If she wanted to sink into sobriety step by step.
Nothing to lose.
It doesn’t matter if it’s one month or two months, it doesn’t matter if it’s earlier or later.
Just as Liu Zhiheng's brows relaxed a little, Duan Wu Jiu spoke again.
He was still leaning on the soft pillow on the bed, with his satin-like hair loosely scattered, and said lazily: "Since I have favored you, you can serve me from now on. I want to change my clothes."
Liu Zhiheng's brows were twitching. If he couldn't defeat him, his power and wealth would not be comparable to him for the time being. Liu Zhiheng had already slapped him to death.
Why is there such a big difference in whether the same person has memories or not.
Liu Zhiheng still suppressed his displeasure and said with a cold face: "If you want someone to serve you, I will call someone for you. Several of your personal guards are still waiting outside."
Liu Zhiheng went out directly and closed the door heavily.
Duan Wujiu couldn't help but laugh. He had such a bad temper. Whoever marries this girl in the future will probably be in bad luck.
After she left, Duan Wu Jiu closed his eyes and took in the atmosphere of the room.
The charm of last night has not dissipated, and the house is mixed with a complex smell. He can even restore how crazy everything was last night from this smell.
Was this actually done by him and the woman?
Does he like it that much?
He has always been a person who has indifferent desires and knows how to restrain himself.
Duan Wujiu's body was still tainted with the scent of that woman. The scent of this woman was like the clear snow water on the snow-capped mountains that had just been melted by the warm sun. The smell was so good that his temper improved.
Normally, if a strange woman approached her without permission, he would either kill her directly or beat her to a semi-crippling state.
But when she got up in the morning, he was not displeased at all when she stayed in his arms for so long. If she hadn't taken the initiative to get up, he probably wouldn't have pushed her away.
Duan Wu Jiu suddenly felt that if what this woman said was true, she had no other purpose for him. It would be okay to bring her back to the palace and raise her as a pet...
…
When Ziyi and Heiyi came in, Duan Wujiu was only wearing his middle coat and was standing in front of Liu Zhiheng's bookshelf, looking at the books on the shelf.
"Miss Liu asked the subordinates to come in and serve the master."
Duan Wu Jiu put down the book and nodded.
"I have lost my memory again, this time for a month. You must have been very hard during this period, so get ready. I will return to the other courtyard in Pingzhou today, and I will set off back to the Yongzhou Palace tomorrow."
"Yes! I will send someone to prepare now."
"Don't worry, wait for me to change my clothes."
Ziyi and Heiyi took the clothes and wanted to put them on Duan Wujiu. Duan Wujiu raised his eyebrows with contempt, and his tone was full of disgust: "Is this what you want to wear for me?"
Ziyi and Heiyi immediately knelt down and said in a panic: "But Miss Liu made this for the prince. The prince liked this suit very much before."
Duan Wujiu:......
What has he done this month? Is he addicted to being a villager in this village?
Seeing Duan Wu Jiu's unhappy look, Zi Yi immediately said, "I will send someone to Pingzhou to fetch everything the prince wears and uses."
Duan Wu Jiu waved his hand: "Hurry up."
"Master, do you still want to wear a human skin mask?"
Duan Wu Jiu touched his face and smiled, "Since we have arrived at Yan Land, it doesn't matter if we don't wear the human skin. I no longer need to hide it."
"yes."
Zi Yi glanced at Hei Yi, who immediately went out to communicate.
Seeing Ziyi still standing there, Duan Wujiu raised his eyebrows: "What else can you do?"
"Last night, the prince asked his subordinates to invite a doctor to come over. He said he would give Miss Liu some medicine to reduce the swelling, and he would also check to see how Miss Liu was doing and whether she needed any treatment. Doctor Feng has already arrived and is waiting outside. Now he is going to give her some medicine. Will Doctor Feng check on Miss Liu?"
Duan Wujiu was a little surprised, this woman really took care of everything. I don't know what kind of charm this woman has that can make him be fascinated by him who has lost his memory.
Now he can't see the charm of this girl Liu at all. Apart from the skin that can catch his eyes and the smell, there is nothing special about her.
And his temper is not very good.
"Since she's here, let's show her. After all, she is my savior. I never owe anyone any favors..." Duan Wujiu asked again, "Where is she?"
"Miss Liu is in the kitchen. She said she was hungry and wanted to eat."
"She is very generous. You can go down first."
Zi Yi was about to leave, but was stopped by Duan Wu Jiu.
"etc."
"Master, do you have any other instructions?"
"Tell me everything that happened this month in detail. Tell me what you know. Don't miss any details."
…
Liu Zhiheng didn't care whether Duan Wujiu and his men were hungry or not. As they were so capable, he probably didn't need to worry about it. So she ate comfortably in the kitchen alone before going out.
As soon as he went out, he was invited to the main house by Ziyi who was waiting outside the kitchen.
In the main room, an old man with fried hair was waiting to check her pulse.
She might not want to listen to Duan Wu Jiu's arrangements for other things, but she was still willing to have a powerful doctor take a look at her body. As a modern person, she knew the importance of physical examination.
The old man calls himself Dr. Feng. He looks young, but his hair is gray and sits on his head like a henhouse.
Liu Zhiheng immediately knew who he was. The genius doctor of the world was uncertain. In addition to medicine, he was also extremely proficient in yin and yang numerology. According to the original book, if he had not continued his life, Duan Wujiu would not have survived to successfully rebel.
With such a master examining himself, Liu Zhiheng was not reluctant, so he immediately stretched out his arm.
After taking the pulse, Dr. Feng asked Liu Zhiheng several questions. Liu Zhiheng answered them one by one, not daring to hide anything.
Unexpectedly, after Divine Doctor Feng withdrew his hand, he stopped talking. He sat there stroking his beard alone, frowning, and kept counting with his fingers.
"Doctor, what's wrong with my health?"
Seeing Doctor Feng hesitate to speak, Liu Zhiheng's heart beat rapidly. He was not afraid that the doctor would say he was sick, but he was afraid that the doctor would not say anything!
"Miss Liu's body is healthy and her yang energy is strong. The yang energy that protects her body is even stronger than that of a newborn baby. There is nothing wrong with it, but..."
Liu Zhiheng is so anxious, you should hurry up and say it!
