Chapter 961 It Was Rong Leng Who Opened the Door

Fang Ruotong's eyes were a little dazed, and the heroic figure of the Third Prince kept appearing in his mind. He grabbed a corner of the quilt with his fingers, and his palms were covered with fine sweat: "He, he hugged me and left?"

Li Yin thought for a while and felt that it would be more appropriate to call it "carrying". However, thinking that the third prince was also a prominent figure and a friend of her husband, she added some points to her impression and said, "Yeah."

Fang Ruotong raised his eyes, his whole body became hazy for no reason, and his cheeks quickly turned red.

Seeing that she was silent, Li Yin knew that she paid more attention to the protection between men and women than he did, so he added: "At that time, life was at stake, and even some touching was forced, but don't worry, I will always look after you. , I picked you up as soon as you landed, and I guarantee that the Third Prince didn’t even touch a finger of yours.”

Fang Ruotong: "..."

Seeing her expression change again, Li Yin thought she was relieved, and then thought of her own affairs, and said, "When others come later, you have to pretend you don't know this, but you can't expose me as a liar. If I My husband knew that I lied to him, so he must have ignored me again. He finally loved me and pitied me. If you make him stay away from me, you will see if I will tear you into pieces!"

Fang Ruotong: "..."

Li Yin had been taking care of Fang Ruotong in the room. Liu Wei went in twice, once to diagnose her pulse and once to deliver medicine. Both times, she didn't stay too long and didn't say much to them.

But after Liu Wei left twice, Li Yin would fall into obsession, holding Fang Ruotong's hand and saying good things about "her husband".

Fang Ruotong got tired of hearing it too much and interrupted her chatter: "You are so eager that you would not marry him unless you married him. I saw the way he looked at you, but there was not much difference. Are you..."

"Is there any difference?" After cutting off her friend's words, Li Yin stood up excitedly and straightened her neck: "What did he say to you when he just delivered the medicine?"

Fang Ruotong recalled, "He asked me if I was feeling better? Did I feel unwell?"

"What did he say to me?"

"Tell you to rest early?"

Mr. Liu came in just now and said three sentences in total.

Fang Ruotong told the truth. Before he finished speaking, Li Yin became excited: "You haven't heard it yet? He cares about me. He cares about me sleeping late and feeling unbearable. He asked you a few random questions, but it was perfunctory, but to me , it’s sincere care, can’t you tell?”

Fang Ruotong was stunned for a moment, she really didn't know the difference: "I always feel that in his eyes, you and I are just patients..."

Li Yin interrupted: "You are a patient, so you can't be your sweetheart? He is not that kind to you, and his tone is alienated. You may have just woken up, and your brain has not come back to your senses. You are a little confused. I think you should have a good rest." Well, if you have a good brain, you can tell them apart."

Fang Ruotong didn't say anything, but thought in his heart that he didn't know who was delirious.

Probably because of these words, Li Yin began to feel bad. She stayed with Fang Ruotong for a while without interest, and then returned to her room.

Fang Ruotong didn't think much about it. All she could think about now was the other person, the person who, together with Mr. Liu, rescued her from danger.

When she thought of that man's tall figure and cold eyes, her cheeks felt hot, and when she imagined that man holding her in his arms, carrying her from the wolf den all the way back to the inn, her heart was filled with excitement again.

Why didn't she wake up at that time? Why didn't she open her eyes and look at his expression? The way he looked at her should also be worried...

The more she thought about it, the more her mind wandered. She fell back on the bed, tightened the quilt, and tossed and turned. She couldn't close her eyes. Once she closed her eyes, she could think of that man's figure. He was so tall, as if he could do it for her if he was willing. Hold up the sky.

She thought too much and couldn't sleep anymore. She slowly sat up. Her body was still a little weak and a little tired after taking the medicine. However, despite this, she still got off the ground and walked slowly towards the door of the room.

The sky outside was completely dark.

Fang Ruotong stood in the dark corridor, looking at the flickering candlelight in the hall on the first floor, holding on to the railing, and walked towards the stairs step by step.

Fu Zichen was still waiting for the medicine, and Liu Moyi had to take another dose before going to bed.

He was the only one on the first floor. He was leisurely, holding a book in his hand and passing the time by reading.

Hearing some movement on the stairs, he glanced briefly. It was just a casual glance, but when he saw the face of the person coming, he squinted his eyes and put down the book.

Fang Ruotong wanted to come down to find the person she had never forgotten, but instead of seeing that person, she saw a strange man. She suddenly felt uncomfortable and hurriedly buried her head down.

Fu Zichen looked at her for a while, and when he saw that the other party didn't speak to him, he just stood at the stairs solemnly, and said nothing.

There was no one around, and the evening wind blew the lantern outside the inn door, making a rustling sound.

This silence didn't last long. Finally, it was Fang Ruotong who spoke: "Excuse me..."

Fu Zichen looked at her, his eyes not dark.

"Excuse me, is there a Mr. Rong Rong here?"

Her voice was small, with a hint of sickly shyness.

Fu Zichen heard it and heard the meandering timidity in her words. He had an estimate in his mind and said, "Rong Leng?"

Fang Ruotong immediately lit up his eyes and nodded: "Rong, has Young Master Rong gone out?"

Fu Zichen smiled and glanced at a door on the second floor: "No, it's in the room."

"Then..." Fang Ruotong twirled his fingers, his cheeks already red.

Fu Zichen asked thoughtfully: "What do you want from him? It's still early and he should not be asleep yet. Do you want me to call for you?"

"But, is it okay?" The woman's voice became even softer, maybe she was too embarrassed to raise her head.

But Fu Zichen was particularly enthusiastic: "Of course, this cool night is inviting with beauty, I'm afraid he's the one who'll be happy." After he finished speaking, regardless of how Fang Ruotong acted, he stood up and walked up the stairs from the other side. Second floor.

Fang Ruotong watched helplessly as he walked to the door of the third room and knocked on the door. She immediately lowered her head, not daring to look again, for fear that the door would open and she would meet "that person" in the eye.

She came out to see him impulsively. At this moment, she had not thought of what to say to him.

Thank him for saving your life? Or, ask him if he still remembers himself when we met in the palace?

Feeling nervous, her fingers became increasingly difficult to control. Her fingertips pinched the palm of her hand, leaving deep marks, but she seemed not to notice it.

The door to the second floor opened, and Fang Ruotong restrained the desire to look up. Her ears and neck were all bright red.

The person who opened the door was Rong Leng. When he saw the person outside the door, his expression and tone were not good, "Is something wrong?"

Fu Zichen looked at him, without the usual quarrelsomeness, with an uncharacteristic smile on his face; "Are you asleep?"

These greetings were not like what Fu Zichen would say on weekdays. Rong Leng didn't reply, just waiting for him to get to the point.

Fu Zichen leisurely took half a step back and tapped the first floor with his chin: "Someone is looking for you."

Rong Leng glanced over and saw that there were three candles lit on the first floor. Although it was not very bright, he could barely see. He saw a person standing by the stairs in the hall from a distance. His frail body was half hidden in the shadow and half in the room. The candle flickers in the yellow.

Rong Leng frowned, but Fu Zichen smiled again: "How is your old friend?"