[Quick Wear] On strike, please don't disturb your ex

Chapter 138 The Maids in the Palace Are on Strike (8)

Song Liaoye had taken off his shirt. Shen Fanli saw him putting his clothes on and said, "Wait a moment. I'll apply medicine on you."

Song Liaoye paused and whispered, "Yeah."

The moment Shen Fanli applied the medicine, she could clearly feel his body tense up.

The movements could not help but become much lighter, more delicate, gentle and cautious.

By the time the medicine was applied, Song Liaoye's forehead was covered with sweat.

You can imagine the pain he felt, but he said nothing.

When Shen Fanli asked him softly if it hurt, he said no.

Obviously, he was the one who said that it hurt...

Song Liaoye tidied his clothes casually and looked at the person who started muttering again.

Suddenly he asked, "Have you applied the medicine?"

Shen Fanli felt a little puzzled. She wasn't injured, so why should she take any medicine?

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly remembered that Song Liaoye was talking about the wound on her lip that was bitten by him.

She glared at him. If he hadn't kissed her so hard, she wouldn't have been hurt. She pouted, "How can you be so delicate?"

If you get a skin break, you have to apply medicine every day.

She's not some rich lady or princess or anything like that.

Song Liaoye accurately found the medicine he brought from the drawer of the dressing table and said, "Sit still and don't move."

Shen Fanli sat down obediently.

She raised her head slightly, looking like a spoiled child who was born to be served.

Song Liaoye's lips curled slightly.

When the slightly cool ointment touched Shen Fanli's lips, she could even directly feel the force of Song Liaoye's slightly calloused and somewhat rough fingers rubbing her lips.

very light.

As if he was afraid of hurting her.

Shen Fanli looked at the man's focused expression. Those eyes, which were so unruly that they didn't take anyone or anything seriously, could only hold her at this moment.

No matter how many times, Shen Fanli still couldn't remain indifferent.

It was indeed an extremely flamboyant face that would make people lose their minds at first sight. The arrogant and sharp eyebrows were now filled with a different kind of tenderness.

The young man's sincere and focused eyes will always be unforgettable.

In Shen Fanli's eyes, there was only him.

The charming little prince was concentrating on applying medicine to someone, even though it was just a minor wound.

But in his eyes it seemed magnified.

Use the best medicine to apply.

After the medicine was applied, Song Liaoye spoke to her.

Shen Fanli came back to her senses and looked away from his face. Her glass-colored pupils slightly dilated. She didn't hear what anyone said and wondered, "What did you say?"

Song Liaoye was very patient with her and said again, "I said, we have nothing to do tonight, let's play chess later."

Shen Fanli nodded, then thought of his injury and said, "Your injury..."

Song Liaoye interrupted her, "It's nothing, a real man, this little injury is nothing." After he finished speaking, he did not forget to tease Shen Fanli, "I'm not like you, so delicate."

Shen Fanli pouted slightly and glared at Song Liaoye.

At this moment, it seems that she is indeed a bit pampered.

Soon someone brought over a white jade chessboard, and the two sat opposite each other and began to play chess.

Unlike Shen Fanli who would think for a long time before making a move, Song Liaoye played chess very casually. When she thought for a long time, and when the chess piece fell, his chess piece also fell.

The two played chess, and Song Liaoye won three out of five games, one was a draw, and one was won by Shen Fanli, but her way of winning was obviously not so fair.

Song Liaoye's injuries were indeed serious. Even with the best imperial physician in the Imperial Hospital and the best medicine used, his wounds were very painful every moment.

In fact, rest is best.

But time waits for no one.

Of course, in the eyes of everyone outside, it was His Royal Highness Prince Qi who was assassinated, seriously injured, bedridden, and has been recuperating in the palace.

Speculations about royal discord and the mastermind behind the incident began to circulate among the people.

Some said it was people who couldn't stand Prince Qi's style, but more people said it was people in the royal family.

Apart from the royal family, who else would have private soldiers or dare to assassinate the prince in Shangjing?

He is still a dissolute prince, a prince who does nothing and has no ambition to make progress.

Most of the speculations focused on the Third Prince, the Fifth Prince, and the Eastern Palace.

There are more guesses about the latter.

Those in power on the throne naturally know about this rumor.

Prince Qi will not hinder the paths of the other princes. If there is any connection, then the military power can only be obtained by the Eastern Palace.

The people on the Holy Throne did not take any action when these rumors were rife.

He also took advantage of the fact that the prince had made valuable suggestions in the imperial study and rewarded him generously.

When the news came out, Song Liaoye had been recuperating in the palace for nearly ten days. He was not surprised at all when he heard it, and waved his hand to let people leave.

Then he continued playing chess with Shen Fanli. Shen Fanli kept staring at the chess pieces on the board, looking deep in thought.

With a smile on his face, he looked at the person who was deep in thought, and waved his hand in front of her twice, "How long will it take you to think about it?"

Shen Fanli casually pushed away his hands in front of him, his eyes fixed on the chessboard, "Don't rush me, the more you urge me, the less I know where to put my chess moves."

Seeing this, Song Liaoye shrugged, supported his chin with his hands, and looked at Shen Fanli quietly.

After a long time, Shen Fanli's eyes lit up. She put the white piece in a position, looking very satisfied.

It seems like I will win in the next second.

Song Liaoye looked at her unable to hide her smug expression, chuckled, and asked again, "Are you sure it's here?"

Shen Fanli nodded, "OK."

Then she stopped Song Liaoye and said, "Hey, wait," she observed Song Liaoye's expression.

Song Liaoye smiled faintly and said nothing, his expression showing no emotion. Shen Fanli tentatively moved the chess piece, watching people's expressions as he moved.

After noticing the subtle change in the man's expression, Shen Fanli said affirmatively: "I'll go down here."

Song Liaoye asked again, "Are you sure you don't want to change it?"

"It's confirmed. I will definitely win this round."

The smile on her face gradually disappeared when she saw the black piece in Song Liaoye's hand fall, while the smile on Song Liaoye's face grew wider.

After hearing Shen Fanli say, "No, no, I made a mistake just now, take the chess piece back." As he said this, he picked up the chess piece that Song Liaoye had just dropped and put it back in Song Liaoye's hand.

Song Liaoye shook his head and laughed a little.

But he didn't say anything.

While Shen Fanli continued to ponder, Song Liaoye also remembered what his subordinates had just said.

The pupils under the long eyelashes are as black as ink.

It’s hard to see through.