At the Prince Li's mansion, a luxurious carriage was parked at the main gate.
After the driver stopped the rickshaw, he jumped down and stood at a distance.
The guards also silently moved away from the carriage. On the way back from the palace, they wished they could hear nothing.
Compared to the guards and drivers who were sharp-eyed and could hear things they shouldn't have, 748 was much luckier. Not long after Fu Bai and Li Jingxing got into the carriage, 748 was blocked out.
Yes, this couple, who had been separated for so long, couldn't even resist kissing each other on their way back to the Prince's residence after leaving the palace. They were inseparable, and then they rolled around in the carriage.
The carriage remained outside the gates of the Prince Li's mansion for a full hour before the curtains were finally lifted.
Li Jingxing wrapped Fu Bai in a cloak and gently lifted the person down from the carriage.
Her fair and delicate face was flushed with spring-like joy as she nestled in Li Jingxing's arms, her eyes filled with contentment.
But the frolicking in the carriage was far from enough to satisfy the lovers who had been separated for nearly half a year. After returning to their room, the two first engaged in a fierce fight in the bathtub, splashing water all over the floor.
Then the battlefield changed again.
Li Jingxing was strong and healthy, showing no signs of fatigue despite traveling for more than twenty days. He treated the canopy bed as another battlefield, fighting fiercely with Fu Bai.
748 was blocked for three days and three nights.
Of course, it did appear during this period, but not long after it appeared, the two people got entangled again, and it was blocked once more.
Left with no other option, 748 simply shut itself down completely, waiting for Fu Bai to call it back before it reappeared.
This wait lasted for three days and three nights.
Fu Bai had just finished showering and was sitting in front of the mirror.
The mirror had reflected too many glamorous images over the past three days, and there seemed to be suspicious watermarks remaining on it.
At this moment, the mirror reflects a pale, white image.
None of the exposed skin was fair; it was covered in overlapping hickeys and teeth marks.
Her fox-like eyes were lazy yet alluring, with a faint peach-pink tint at the corners, and her lips were red and swollen.
He looked extremely languid, as if even his bones had gone limp.
Even the mechanical fox 748 was stunned when he saw such a blank expression. No wonder Li Jingxing had been pestering him for three days and three nights.
748: [Fu Baibai, are you alright?]
Fu Bai chuckled lightly: "Absolutely wonderful."
Indeed, Fu Baibai is a fox spirit, after all; three days and three nights are no limit for him.
While one of them was speaking, Li Jingxing walked in triumphantly. After coming to Fu Bai's side, he leaned down and kissed him on the lips, gently stroking Fu Bai's back, and asked, "Will you come to the palace with me?"
Fu Bai: "Mm."
The dog emperor probably can't wait any longer. Now that Li Jingxing has returned, some things should be settled.
Li Jingxing took Fu Bai's hand, and when Fu Bai got up, he helped him up by the waist. A low chuckle escaped Li Jingxing's throat.
Fu Bai glanced at Li Jingxing.
Li Jingxing cleverly reached out and put his arm around his waist, giving him a gentle massage.
Fu Bai let out a long sigh.
It is, after all, a human body. While the mind is not yet satisfied, this body needs rest.
Thinking of this, Fu Baizhun reached out and pinched Li Jingxing's waist.
Li Jingxing asked, puzzled, "Hmm?"
Fu Bai spoke frankly: "You don't seem like a human being."
Unlike a person, which is exactly what it sounds like, all three small worlds are the same, and Li Jingxing's physical strength far exceeds that of ordinary people.
"I'll take that as a compliment." Li Jingxing chuckled, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection as he looked at Fu Bai.
Fu Bai also curled the corners of his lips: "It is indeed a compliment to you."
The two chatted and laughed as they left the Prince Li's residence, boarded a carriage, and headed to the palace.
0-0
Qianyuan Hall was the sleeping quarters of Emperor Qingfeng.
Emperor Qingfeng lay on his dragon bed, barely clinging to life.
After his stroke, he never left the Qian Yuan Hall, nor did he leave the dragon bed.
The eunuchs and palace maids who served him were dutiful and gave him the honors due to an emperor.
They just didn't say anything.
From the day Emperor Qingfeng lay down, no one spoke to him.
The entire Qian Yuan Hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The only sounds were those from Emperor Qingfeng himself, including painful groans and angry roars.
But no matter what, the palace maids and eunuchs ignored him and let him vent his anger.
He was as if he were imprisoned in this vast Qian Yuan Palace, unable to send out messages or receive messages from the outside world.
The silence was like a demon, tormenting Emperor Qingfeng day by day.
Emperor Qingfeng not only didn't know what year it was, but he also didn't know that day and night alternated.
Under such subtle and gradual persecution, Emperor Qingfeng couldn't help but feel pessimistic and wanted to end it all.
The imperial physician would come every two days to check his pulse. If he felt that things were not going well, Chen Cangshu would come in person to check his pulse, prescribe medicine, and keep him on his last breath until Li Jingxing returned.
During the imperial physician's examination, he did not speak to Emperor Qingfeng.
This noble emperor was never aware of his own physical condition.
Today should have been the day the imperial physician came to check on the emperor's health, but Emperor Qingfeng waited in vain for the physician to arrive.
Finally, the doors of the Qianyuan Hall were pushed open, and someone came in.
The silent hall amplified the sound of footsteps.
The footsteps today were different from before; they were calm and steady, walking step by step toward Emperor Qingfeng.
The light streaming in from outside cast a long shadow on Emperor Qingfeng's face.
"plum……"
Upon seeing the person's face clearly, Emperor Qingfeng's body began to convulse, his turbid eyes reflecting Li Jingxing's tall figure, revealing a vicious glint.
After suffering a stroke, Emperor Qingfeng had basically lost the ability to speak, and when he did speak, his words were muffled and drooling.
"Brother, I'm back."
Li Jingxing stood beside the dragon bed, looking down at Emperor Qingfeng with a calm expression.
Emperor Qingfeng struggled violently on the bed, his eyes wide open.
Li Jingxing: "The imperial physician told you to rest quietly and not get too excited."
"But don't worry, with me here and my princess here, we won't let you die so easily."
A crystal butterfly flutters in the sunlight, refracting a dazzling array of colors.
Finally, it landed on Li Jingxing's shoulder.
Li Jingxing raised his hand, and it obediently landed on his fingertip, its cicada-wing-like wings folding back, quiet and beautiful.
Li Jingxing gently touched the crystal butterfly's wings with his other hand, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Does Your Majesty still remember it?"
Emperor Qingfeng made a "woo-woo-woo" sound, and suddenly a bad premonition arose.
Li Jingxing didn't keep them in suspense and said directly, "It's the worm you left inside my body. How about it? Can you feel it, Your Majesty?"
Emperor Qingfeng's pupils suddenly contracted, and he suddenly felt a strong sense of unease burst forth from the depths of his soul, instantly invading his entire body.
It felt as if someone was hammering his head rapidly and violently, or as if two hands were rapidly stirring his brain.
Emperor Qingfeng let out heavy, labored breaths, wishing he could just die and end it all.
But this is less than one ten-thousandth of what Li Jingxing has endured over the years.
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