Su Sheng stood there, his tall figure swaying slightly, and then coughed several times.
"Is your lord okay?"
Yuzhi subconsciously wanted to help him, but Su Sheng waved him away.
His voice was deep.
"Since the Queen is fine, I will stay here soon."
He turned around and stepped out.
When I got outside, I just took a few steps, but I felt a tightness in my chest and shortness of breath, and the dryness in my body became even more intense.
A wave of dizziness hit him, and he stretched out his hand suddenly to support a nearby tree trunk.
He was suspicious.
Even if he had a fever, he would not be so weak. ?.?????.???
"Prince Rong?"
Suddenly there was a soft call from the side.
Su Sheng slightly raised his phoenix eyes and saw a woman wearing a scarlet skirt standing not far from the opposite side.
She was wearing a white cloak and had a soft face. She seemed a little familiar, but she couldn't remember her.
"Who are you?"
"I am Murong Mingshan, the daughter of Concubine Xian."
Murong Mingshan sighed slightly in her heart.
She had obviously met him last time and she introduced herself to him.
It seemed that he didn't take it to heart.
She came over and said, "Prince Rong, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"fine."
Su Sheng endured the discomfort and wanted to get up and leave, but he stepped on the snow after taking a few steps and almost slipped.
Murong Mingshan quickly supported him.
She was stunned when she touched Su Sheng's skin, which was a little too warm.
"Prince Rong, you are sick."
Su Sheng said nothing.
He felt that the dryness in his heart became more and more obvious, and when he touched Murong Mingshan's smooth skin, he felt relieved for a moment.
Even want more.
Murong Mingshan turned around and ordered the maid behind her.
"Cuiliu, find a pavilion sheltered from the wind. Prince Fulong will go there and rest for a while."
The palace maid hesitated for a moment, then reminded.
"Princess, is there something wrong with Prince Fu Rong coming over?"
"Find a secluded pavilion where no one can see you."
Murong Mingshan gave an order in a low voice.
How could she not know that what she was doing was really inappropriate, but...
She wanted to spend more time with him.
She has been following the rules for seventeen years. This time, let her break the rules just once.
After helping Su Sheng to a secluded pavilion sheltered from the wind, Murong Mingshan felt a little worried when she saw that the heat on his body remained high and even continued to rise.
"Cuiliu, go find an imperial doctor for Prince Rong to come and take a look."
"yes."
The palace maid left in response.
Su Sheng sat on the stool, with a stern face and a slight frown on his face, as if he was holding back something.
Murong Mingshan approached.
"Prince Rong?"
Su Sheng held his forehead with one hand and said nothing.
Headache.
It hurts terribly.
Because of his weak body, the unknown feeling of dryness seems to be somewhat uncontrollable.
He said solemnly.
"Let's go and be with this king. If someone sees you, I'm afraid it will be bad for your reputation."
Murong Mingshan did not move.
After a while, her hesitant voice came.
"My lord, your current state...is a bit abnormal."
Like a fever.
But he also revealed a hint of abnormal weakness.
She thought for a while, and seeing Su Sheng's eyes slightly closed, she boldly reached out and touched his forehead.
As soon as they touched her, Su Sheng suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed her wrist.
"what are you doing?"
Originally it should have been a bit harsh, but now the voice was hoarse and tainted with a touch of lust.
Murong Mingshan's heart skipped a beat and she was stunned.
Su Sheng also froze a little.
He stared at the person in front of him, and suddenly he felt the floating shadow shaking, and the face in front of him became another face that was thinking about him day and night.
Murong Mingshan stood there and did not expect that Su Sheng did not let go of her hand, but instead held it tighter and tighter.
She bit her lip, her heart almost beating out of her chest.
"My lord, have you...been raped?"
Su Sheng's originally somewhat chaotic mind suddenly pulled out some strands of reason when she spoke.
He suddenly thought of something, and a trace of murderous intent appeared in his eyes unconsciously.
"You go."
He endured the desire and let go of Murong Mingshan's hand.
Murong Mingshan stood there, somewhat frozen.
The handsome man in front of him had a red face and was breathing slightly. He was completely different from the usually cold and majestic Prince Rong.
She understood that this was probably the first time in her life that she had been so close to Su Sheng.
"Prince Rong..."
Murong Mingshan bent down slightly and put her hand on his finger.
Su Sheng looked up, a little surprised.
She was trembling a little, but still didn't flinch.
"If you feel uncomfortable, I...I can do it..."
The moment the words came out of her mouth, her face was almost red.
Meeting Su Sheng's scrutinizing eyes, Murong Mingshan looked away slightly, not daring to look at him.
Her mind was in chaos, so she subconsciously unbuttoned her cloak, then loosened a few buttons on the placket and pulled hard, revealing half of her snow-white shoulders.
