I ran away after slacking my apprentice

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In the next chapter, please watch Ah Yan coaxing his wife, oops, don't be abused, touch the little heads of the cuties~~

But that roar couldn't stop Murong Yan's movements at all, he was so angry right now that he didn't care about anything.

He thought of the prince's eyes looking at Ning Jiwei, the undisguised, blatant eyes.

Why can the prince see it?This little wildcat was his, all his!

No one should even try to get close to Ning Jiwei!

"Zikai." Murong Yan leaned close to Ning Jiwei's ear, and he called the name he had chosen himself, and felt that this little wild cat was still in his hands.

Murong Yan doesn't care whether it's the hatred of the country or the family, or the son of the enemy!

Nothing matters anymore...

The overly forceful action made Ning Jiwei violently resist. The space in the carriage was so narrow that Murong Yan couldn't use it, and he could barely restrain most of Ning Jiwei's body, but the man's struggle exposed his flaws.

So the little wild cat scratched fiercely... There were bright red bloodstains on the side of Murong Yan's neck and back.

Murong Yan let out a "hiss" in pain, but luckily the injury was not on the face, otherwise, if an outsider sees it, it may not be able to explain clearly.

"Be obedient!" Murong Yan randomly tore off a piece of clothing, and quickly tied up Ning Jiwei's struggling hands.

Until Murong Yan raised his hands above his head, all the cover was no longer visible, Ning Jiwei finally couldn't bear to curse out.

"Shameless! Beast!"

He roared loudly, as if his throat was going to be broken.

But the corner where the carriage was parked was quiet after all, it happened to be a dead corner in the street, and few people passed by.

No one can hear Ning Jiwei's roar...

No one can stop Murong Yan...

All this happened so irresistibly that when the pain hit, Ning Jiwei was lucky for a moment.

But what luck?

Luckily...wasn't he ruined by the prince?

Ning Ji opened the corner of his mouth slightly, and suddenly laughed silently, his complexion was so pale, even his whole body was shaking because of the pain.

But he was laughing...

Crazy as hell, laughing...

"Zikai." Murong Yan kissed Ning Jiwei's eyebrows, but no matter what he did, Ning Jiwei always smiled like that...

That smile made Murong Yan feel terrified for the first time in his life, and made this Prince's Royal Highness no longer able to tell the difference.

"Zikai, I like you. I really want to keep you by my side. Don't...don't be like this, okay? Look at me..."

Murong Yan's voice was accompanied by low panting, he was born to be good-looking, and his voice was even more unbelievably nice, originally such a voice, under such circumstances, it should be addictive.

Ke Ning listened slightly, but only found it ironic.

Like...too far away for a word...

His Royal Highness, begging so much and getting nothing, is really a...

joke!

"Uh..." Ning Jiwei suddenly frowned in pain, the pain was so extreme that he couldn't laugh anymore.

The pain blurred his vision, he could only see Murong Yan's face, which seemed to be separated by a layer of mist.

But even so, there was no pain on that blurred face, unlike himself, which was covered in scars.

So some people are like this, they are born noble, and they will not be stained with dust until they die, but why?

This is not fair!

He, Murong Yan, should suffer together with him...

Ning frowned slightly, thinking this way, he did the same.

So Murong Yan was bloody every time he approached, he tried his best to win Ning Jiwei's heart, but what he wanted, in collision after collision... was getting farther and farther away.

The oppressive, painful breath sounded in the small space of the carriage...

At the same time the sky grew brighter, and the midday sun shone down.

The clouds and rain will rest.

The coachman tremblingly listened to the movement in the carriage, until his highness spoke, he wiped off his cold sweat, and drove the carriage back to the Prince's Mansion.

Outside the Prince's Mansion, Cong Qing was waiting anxiously.

By the way, what happened to your Highness?I've been relaxing for three hours, it's almost past noon, why don't you go back home?

One must know that His Highness had ordered before leaving the mansion that the lunch should be cooked more carefully, so there is no reason for the order to go on, but the person didn't come back?

Cong Qing was depressed, when suddenly a carriage drove up at the end of the street, he saw the appearance of the carriage, and walked over joyfully after the carriage stopped. Get out of the carriage.

There was another person in his arms.

The person in Murong Yan's arms was tightly wrapped by his own robe, only half of his face was exposed outside.

Except Mr. Wei, there is probably no one else who can be protected by His Royal Highness. It's just...how can he go out of the house and fall into a coma?

"Your Highness, Mr. Wei, this is..."

Cong Qing asked suspiciously, but unexpectedly, His Royal Highness suddenly became serious and said, "Tell the imperial physician."

As he said that, Murong Yan cast a sideways glance at Cong Qing, and his peripheral vision was a little cold, "Just say that I was injured, but I don't want to worry Father, this matter... don't leak the slightest bit of information, especially, don't let the people in the palace know ,have you understood?"

"Yes..." Cong Qing's voice gradually dropped under Murong Yan's increasingly cold gaze.

This day's Murong Yan was so gloomy that the entire Prince's Mansion fell into a dead silence, no one dared to raise their voices, even dared not to breathe out, for fear of offending Murong Yan.

When the imperial physician came, he was also taken aback by the battle in the mansion. It was hard for the imperial physician Wang to be so old, but tremblingly faced Murong Yan's eyes that seemed to want to eat human flesh and drink blood, and met the son on the bed. see a doctor.

Doctor Wang first took Ning Jiwei's pulse through a brocade handkerchief, but judging from the pulse condition alone, he was a little unsure. Seeing that only he and Murong Yan were left in the room with the closed door, and that A young master who was lying down, he had no choice but to speak after hesitating again and again.

"Your Highness, please remove this young master's clothes, I want to see this young master's..." Wang Taiyi thought about it, sweating on his forehead due to fear, and said after a while: "Back."

Murong Yan didn't want others to see Ning Jiwei's body, otherwise he wouldn't wrap Ning Jiwei tightly before getting off the carriage.

But now that he is an imperial physician, no matter how unwilling he is, he has no choice but to do so.

Fortunately, there was nothing else on Ning Jiwei's body except Murong Yan's outer robe, with a light lift, the clothes and brocade quilt were all removed.

But after opening...

Seeing the marks all over Ning Jiwei's body, Imperial Physician Wang couldn't help but gasped.

Except for the neck, there is not a single intact part of Ning Jiwei's body, especially the lower part...

Rao Wang Taiyi has practiced medicine for many years, and he has never seen such a tortured person in this kind of thing.

It can be described as "horrific" in four words.

"Your Highness..." Imperial Physician Wang bowed deeply to Murong Yan, "This young master has lost both vitality and blood, and the injury is not external. I am afraid that he will be very uncomfortable in the near future and will need to rest in bed."

"The minister gave you a prescription for oral administration and external application, and also a medicine for backup. If you have a fever tomorrow, you must let him take the backup medicine."

"In addition..." Doctor Wang paused, and then said: "The young master's injury should not be underestimated. Within a month, the joy of cloud and rain is forbidden, Your Highness, please remember."

As soon as these words came out, Murong Yan's expression flashed a little unnatural, he called Cong Qing to send Wang Taiyi back to the palace, and then sat alone beside the bed, guarding Ning Jiwei.

He actually regretted it in his heart.

He could have wanted Ning Jiwei in many ways, even if it was any one, it would be much better than being as tough as before.

But for some reason, maybe it was too much influence from last night's hangover, or maybe he had a high temper at that time, in short... By the time he was fully awake, this had already happened.

If only... then it would be good if I didn't go crazy.

Murong Yan frowned, his heart was so heavy that he almost wanted to slap himself a few times, but what made him more uncomfortable was yet to come.

Early the next morning, Ning Jiwei developed a high fever.

According to what the imperial physician said, Murong Yan added that spare medicine to Ning Jiwei, but the fever did not go away quickly, and even, probably because of his bad mood, Ning Jiwei managed to wake up from the high fever. come over.

Murong Yan was holding an empty medicine bowl at that time, seeing Ning Ji wake up slightly, the joy was too late, he saw Ning Ji weakly stretching out his hand from the brocade quilt...

Ning Jiwei took the medicine bowl from Murong Yan's hand, and then ruthlessly threw it on Murong Yan's shoulder!

Things happened too fast, before Murong Yan could react to the fact that Ning Jiwei was a sick person, the medicine bowl fell on his shoulder and shattered into several pieces.

What was smashed was that Ning Jiwei suddenly bit Murong Yan several times yesterday, new wounds added old wounds, blood oozed out instantly, and his shoulder was blood red.

Cong Qing waited outside, heard the commotion inside and broke in uninformed, but saw Murong Yan standing there in a daze.

His Highness the Third Prince, who has always been eloquent and highly regarded even by the emperor, can't even speak at this moment.

"Your Highness, your injury..." Cong Qing saw the blood oozing from Murong Yan's shoulder, his face was full of anxiety, "Go and call the doctor."

"Wait..." Cong Qing's footsteps that were about to leave were stopped by Ning Ji's weak voice.

Ning Jiwei endured the severe pain and stood up with difficulty supporting the bed.He leaned weakly beside the bedpost, and sneered, "Your Highness is wise and powerful, why should you worry about such a small injury?"

Perhaps because the high fever has not subsided, Ning Jiwei's mind is not clear, so he doesn't even think about what he says.

Extremely sarcastic, but also extremely traumatic.

"Young Master Wei!" Cong Qing was about to cry, "Why is this a minor injury? Don't add fuel to the flames, your Highness's injury..."

The blood kept flowing down, if it didn't stop, how could His Royal Highness bear it?

"That's all." Murong Yan suddenly interrupted Cong Qing.

He looked at Ning's blushing face with a slight fever, coupled with the mocking and hatred in the man's eyes, the wound that he had neglected yesterday, together with this new wound, was excruciatingly painful.

He didn't know what kind of expression he used to face Ning Jiwei, he only knew that when he realized, he was already ignoring the wound on his shoulder that was oozing blood, but enduring the pain, wanting to hug Ning both micro.

He heard himself slow down his tone, coaxing Ning Jiwei softly with the tenderness he had only shown to Ning Jiwei in this life, and said: "I won't call the doctor anymore, you can take a good rest, okay?"

The tone was even pitiful, as if he was praying for something devoutly.

But Murong Yan didn't believe in gods and Buddhas in this life, so the gods and Buddhas couldn't give what he asked for.

Only Ning Jiwei can give it.