Fu Sichen was facing away from him, facing the direction of Yuan Baoer's room.

Although he couldn't see his expression at this moment, he could feel from his faint blue face that he was angry and very angry.

The next moment, he was roughly picked up by the guards beside him, forcefully took him downstairs, and threw him into the basement.

After a while, Fu Sichen also walked in.

There was another staircase in the dungeon. He came down from the door and walked down slowly holding on to the railing. His dark red robe seemed to be soaked in blood.

His sinister eyes stared at him tightly, as if they wanted to suck him into the abyss and crush his bones and blood inch by inch.

The rumors turned out to be true.

This is a man who can make people fear him.

While Rong Yu was looking at him, Fu Sichen was also looking at him.

Rong Yusheng is very handsome and has his own unique characteristics, but he is too weak. It is really difficult for people to take him into consideration, especially for a person like this. During the fight, Rang Ranran was in front. He did not protect him well.

She, to put it simply, is just a piece of trash.

He sat across from him and stared down at him, as if looking at an ant.

"Is this all Prince Jing has?"

The corners of his mouth were raised indifferently, staring at Rong Yu's thin body:

"Um?"

Rong Yu's hands were fixed to the wall. This posture was really uncomfortable. In addition, his body was already so weak that he was a little unsteady:

"I know you are angry with me because I failed to protect the princess."

Hearing this, Fu Sichen smiled contemptuously, with a coolness in his eyes:

"He doesn't need your protection. You just need to stay away from him. But instead of doing that, you even hurt him."

After saying that, he glanced at Rong Yu and the men guarding him.

Rong Yu suddenly had a bad premonition, but before he could react, a whip hit him all over his head and face!

There was a crisp sound, and his skin suddenly burst open. He groaned in pain, but did not beg for mercy, but just endured the end of the punishment.

Ting Xin looked at him from the side and sneered:

"Your Majesty is quite good."

They did not cover his mouth. If he wanted to shout to attract Yuan Baoer's attention, he could do it.

But he didn't.

He just endured it without saying a word, as if he couldn't feel the pain. Every time the whip went down, his eyebrows would wrinkle together tightly, and his entire facial features seemed to shrink into a ball, and he even had a wrench.

trembling.

I don’t know how long it took, but the whipping finally ended.

His wrist was numb and sore from hanging for a long time, and Ting Xin immediately removed his hand.

He suddenly fell to the ground, almost unconscious from the pain.

A pair of spotless soap boots stood in front of him. He raised his eyes with difficulty and saw Fu Sichen staring down at him, as if looking at a dead body.

After just staring at him for a moment, he turned around and walked away without even looking back.

Everyone has left cleanly.

Rong Yu lay weakly in the dungeon, turned over, and looked up at the ceiling above his head.

She is on top of her head.

As long as he says something.

As long as he shouts, he can hear him and come over to treat him.

But he didn't.

because……

This is what he owes her.

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When Yuan Baoer woke up, Fu Sichen was sitting next to her.

It's bright outside, and it looks like it's noon.

She sat up with difficulty, and Fu Sichen beside her raised his eyes and looked at her.

His eyes are beautiful, even if they are dim and a hint of coldness spreads throughout his body, it is difficult for people to ignore them.

When he was distracted, his eyes glanced at her shoulder: "Does it still hurt?"

She shook her head.

His haze dissipated a little, he snapped his fingers, and Ting Xin came in with a basin and something for mouthwash.

Then, Fu Sichen leaned over and picked her up. She was surprised: "What are you doing?"

He said expressionlessly: "Wash your face."

She said hurriedly: "I can do it myself."

Fu Sichen ignored her, just took her to the basin, wetted the handkerchief with warm water, and wiped her face carefully.

After serving her face, he also helped her rinse her mouth.

She was embarrassed and glanced at the other party. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but it felt... as if Fu Sichen was quite happy.

After washing, he served her dinner.

It was noon, and there were no food taboos. There were all the things she liked during the meal, which made her dazzled and saliva flowed out of the corners of her mouth.

"Are all these things just for me to eat?"

Fu Sichen nodded, and immediately held her beside him. He specially placed a long chair next to the table. He served her as if he were serving a god. Wherever her eyes fell, he would catch her.

She couldn't help but rub her hands, and just about to pick up the chopsticks, the other party fed her again.

Everything else is fine, but when it comes to eating, I don't feel comfortable being fed by others and I can't let go.

Yuan Baoer looked at him awkwardly: "How about I do it myself? I think I can still do it."

"no."

Fu Sichen refused righteously and glanced at her wound: "If the wound is infected, I will definitely feel uncomfortable."

She thought it was ridiculous: "No, if the wound is infected or stretched, it's my discomfort. Why are you so uncomfortable?"

The medicine given by Yun Sinian worked very well and her shoulder no longer hurt so much.

Unexpectedly, Fu Sichen glanced at her very calmly and said expressionlessly: "I feel uncomfortable here."

He pointed at his heart.

She choked and suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "I will be careful."

"I will also be careful." Fu Sichen said with a cold face and forcefully put the meat into her mouth: "Feed you carefully."

She pursed her lips, but as she ate the food, the delicious feeling made her forget about it: "Um, did Rong Yu send it back? Is he okay? Is he scared?"

Fu Sichen paused while picking up the food, without making a sound, lowered his head and put the food back on the plate.

Yuan Baoer didn't notice his change, and was still talking to himself: "You didn't even see those assassins at that time, they rushed up like a black mist. I have been here for so many years, and I rarely see such assassins."

It was an exciting scene, luckily I reacted too quickly."

She was quite proud of it.

Fu Sichen's eyebrows were filled with frost, and he stared at her silently.

Ting Xin, who was on the side, decisively noticed the strange atmosphere between the two people. The most terrible thing was that the culprit was completely unaware. He quickly interjected:

"Why should the princess still worry about such a prince? As a grown man, he can't protect you properly. He actually caused you to be injured so seriously, but he was unscathed. Isn't it ridiculous?"

Yuan Baoer was so stupid that the people serving her stopped moving. She picked up the spoon very diligently:

"I don't think so. Who has the ability to use martial arts? Besides, he is so weak, which is very pitiful. If something happened, I would have been behind him, or he would have rushed up to look for me.
Chapter completed!