Chapter 48: I only brought one piece of clothing. Song Youning was startled. Yes...
Song Youning was startled, met his gaze, and swallowed.
He hurriedly straightened his collar, then straightened up from the couch, sat upright, and pretended not to hear anything, mumbling softly: "...How come this borderland is even hotter than the capital..."
Li Funing looked at her red ears, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
He adjusted his sleeves slowly and followed her words, "I also feel that this border is three points hotter than the capital..."
After a pause, he added meaningfully, "Your Highness and I share the same idea."
He said thoughtfully: "Maybe it's a bit stuffy in the tent..."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand from his sleeve, and his slender fingers casually rested on his belt. With a light flick of his fingertips, the brocade belt loosened, and the wide clothes wrapped him inside.
Still feeling it wasn't enough, he loosened his tightly tied collar.
A jade-like neck was exposed, and the half-hidden collarbone was faintly visible in the candlelight, as if it was carved from the finest mutton-fat jade, and it looked even more lustrous under the moonlight.
A strand of disobedient black hair fell down, just resting on the sunken collarbone.
He glanced up at Song Youning, his eyes falling on her tightly covered collar, and asked, "Isn't your highness hot?"
"Why don't you loosen up your clothes... and cool down?"
When Song Youning saw his sudden actions, he was instantly petrified on the bed.
This person really doesn't consider herself an outsider, right? This is her tent, not his!
She looked around the tent until she was sure that Chuntao and the others had left and there was no one else in the tent, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing that Li Funing completely treated her tent as his own and behaved more and more indecently...she had no choice but to get up from the bed and walk up to him.
She raised her hand to hold down Li Funing's collar, which was about to loosen. Her fingertips accidentally touched his warm skin, and she trembled slightly as if she was burned.
She scolded softly, "Stop it!"
"The weather in the north is no joke!" Although it was a scolding, there was a softness in his voice that he himself didn't even notice.
She leaned over, put his restless hand aside, and adjusted his belt for him. Her fingertips brushed across his waist, and she could clearly feel his suddenly tense muscles.
Li Funing looked down at Song Youning who was helping him tie his belt. The girl's slender fingers were nimbly wrapped around the brocade belt, and her movements were neat and clean, but the strength was a little off, which made his breathing slightly stagnate.
He smiled and said, "Your Highness, do you want to strangle me to death so that you can find someone to inherit my position as the prince consort?" He opened his thin lips slightly, and there was a hint of lazy ridicule in his voice.
Song Youning was stunned. Upon hearing this, she subconsciously wanted to look up, but her head hit Li Funing's chin unexpectedly. With a "bang", she saw stars in pain.
"pain......"
She let out a soft cry, covered her head and took a step back.
Why is this guy's jaw all bones and no flesh at all!
"Your Highness?"
Li Funing didn't care about the burning pain in his chin. He held up her falling body, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms. He gently supported the back of her head with his palm. He lowered his head to take a closer look at where she had hit herself. He said anxiously, "Let me see!"
"It's okay!" Song Youning still wanted to struggle and shirk.
The two of them were so close that they could feel the hot air coming out of each other's noses. The tips of her ears began to feel hot, and she put her hands on his chest to push him away, trying to get out of his grasp.
But his arms were as motionless as an iron hoop, and he held them even tighter, so that her whole body was almost pressed against him.
"Don't move!" Li Funing warned the person in his arms.
His voice was slightly hoarse, and he gently brushed aside her scattered hair with his fingertips. He looked at her for a long time, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure that there was no big problem.
He rubbed the slightly red area with the tip of his finger, making circles to relieve her pain: "It's nothing serious, just a little red."
Song Youning felt his heart beating so fast because the two of them were so close.
The tip of her nose was filled with the refreshing fragrance of his body, and her breathing was disordered. She pretended to be calm: "...It's just a bump, why would I be so squeamish?", and prepared to roll over from him.
Li Funing said nothing, but just rubbed the place where she had bumped with his fingertips in circles: "Your Highness, can you rub it for me?" Li Funing, who was always thin, did not know what tricks he used to make Song Youning unable to move.
Song Youning tried to struggle to get up, but when he looked up, he met Li Funing's worried eyes, and his movements faltered. Maybe he couldn't get up... Just lying there wouldn't be a problem.
He looked focused, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was really afraid that she would be hurt, and his fingertips rhythmically rubbed the place where she had just been bumped.
She pursed her lips, and finally sat obediently on his lap, not moving around anymore.
But the next second, her eyes accidentally swept across his chin, where a small bruise suddenly appeared, which was particularly obvious on the cold white skin.
"Your chin is all blue!" she exclaimed, suddenly jumping up from his legs.
Li Funing had just loosened his grip on her because she was rarely quiet. She broke free unexpectedly and he was unable to stop her. He could only watch her dart out like a rabbit.
He rubbed his brow helplessly: "Your Highness's reaction is as if I have been disrespectful to you."
Song Youning's ears felt hot, but she still reached out to touch his chin, gently touching the bruise with her fingertips, and whispered, "Does it hurt?"
Li Funing's eyes suddenly lit up, and he deliberately raised his chin, and said to her in a low, hoarse voice, "It hurts. How about you rub it for me too, Your Highness?"
Song Youning frowned and glanced at him suspiciously. It's already so blue, can it be healed by rubbing it?
Without saying a word, she turned around and shouted outside the tent, "Chun Tao! Chun Tao! Hurry and bring the medicinal wine!"
Li Funing's expression froze, and he reached out to stop her. How could she...? He hurriedly tried to make amends, "Wait, I'm not that..."
But Song Youning had already walked quickly to the door of the tent, holding up the hem of her skirt, opened the curtain and leaned half of her body out, urging like the King of Hell: "Hurry up! Chuntao, bring some more gauze!"
Li Funing looked at her busy back, rubbed his temples helplessly, and muttered softly: "It's just a minor injury... There's no need to mobilize so many people..."
When Chuntao came over with the medicinal wine, she was almost shocked when she saw the scene between the two of them.
As soon as he entered the tent, he saw the always dignified Lord Li lazily leaning on his master's soft couch, looking at Song Youning who was checking his injuries with a doting look on his face, and said with a half-smile: "Your Highness is so nervous, I am flattered!"
That was nothing like the Lord Li she had seen before.
Meanwhile, his master was sitting in front of the bed, lifting Lord Li's chin with his fingertips, turning his face over and over, examining the bruises on his chin. Their postures were so suggestive...
As expected, this Lord Li is different in front of them than in front of His Highness...
Seeing Li Funing acting unruly and making trouble, Song Youning rolled her eyes at him and said through gritted teeth, "Just lie down right here!"
Song Youning turned her head and looked outside the tent. She had clearly heard Chuntao's footsteps just now, so why didn't she see anyone coming in?
Looking over, she saw Chuntao standing a few meters in front of the couch, staring at them in a daze, until she called softly, "Chuntao?" Chuntao then woke up as if from a dream, hurried forward, and placed the tray in her hand on the small rosewood table next to the couch.
"Your Highness! The maid is here!"
Song Youning nodded and responded, "You go down first!"
Chun Tao obeyed the order and was about to leave when she looked at the medicine jar and then at Song Youning who was struggling with the lid. When would her master ever serve someone else? She might as well do it herself...
Chuntao stood there thinking for a while, then said to Song Youning, "Your Highness is honorable...why don't you let me help Lord Li apply the medicine?"
Song Youning pulled out the lid of the medicine jar with a "bang" and smiled happily.
After hearing Chun Tao's words, she changed her mind and thought, "That's right! It was others who applied medicine to her, so how could she apply medicine to others?" She placed the medicine jar in her hand on the lacquer tray and nodded, "Okay..."
Li Funing was originally lying on the couch, playing with Song Youning's hair casually.
When he heard that Chuntao was going to apply medicine on him, he quickly interrupted her and said, "Don't bother Chuntao. Your Highness knows my injuries better than Chuntao does. Let Your Highness come!"
Song Youning was speechless and glared at him. Seeing Li Funing staring at her with great interest, she couldn't bear it after all. She sighed and turned to Chuntao and said, "Forget it, you go down first!"
Chun Tao hesitated to speak, and finally bowed: "The maid will be waiting outside the tent. If Your Highness has any instructions, please call me at any time."
After saying this, he glanced at Li Funing meaningfully before retreating.
The tent became quiet again. Song Youning looked up and down at the bruise on Li Funing's chin. Apart from some redness and swelling, there was no big problem.
A low laugh suddenly came from above his head: "Your Highness, I am still different in your heart!"
Song Youning: ...
She rolled her eyes at her and pinched his face, causing Li Funing to hiss.
"Shut up if it hurts!" Song Youning said viciously with a red face.
Then he said angrily, "Also, can you eat more in the future? There is no meat on your face... I can't bear it..."
Song Youning dipped his fingertips in the medicinal wine, carefully pressed it on the bruise on Li Funing's chin, and rubbed it carefully.
The smell of medicinal wine filled the tent, with a hint of pungent flavor.
"hiss--"
Li Funing deliberately took a deep breath, frowned slightly, and said in a wronged voice: "Your Highness hit me so hard, are you still holding a grudge?"
Song Youning immediately relaxed his grip, but couldn't help but glare at him: "You are a young master from an aristocratic family, but you are acting like this. How can you be a noble family at all?"
Li Funing chuckled when he heard that, and suddenly reached out and held her wrist.
His fingertips were warm as he gently caressed the delicate skin of her wrist: "Why would I want to show off my wealth in front of Your Highness?"
Suddenly, Chuntao coughed softly outside the tent: "Your Highness, do you have enough medicinal wine?"
Song Youning then realized that their posture was too intimate. He hurriedly pulled his hand back, but accidentally knocked over the jar of medicinal wine. The dark brown medicinal wine spilled onto Li Funing's snow-white clothes, spreading a dark color.
"I, I didn't mean it..." She tried to wipe it off in a hurry, but Li Funing grabbed her waist.
"Your Highness..."
His voice was low and dangerous, "This is the only piece of clothing I brought..."
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