"I apologize to the young lady!" As soon as he entered the room, Kong Wenmin knelt down with a plop, lowered his eyes and clasped his fists towards the inner room. "Wen Jie was too careless this time, and failed the trust of the adults and the young lady. As a brother, I am also guilty of neglecting to discipline him. I came here to apologize to the young lady, and I hope the young lady will punish me."
Kong Wenjie looked at Kong Wenmin like this. He felt really bad. He knelt beside Kong Wenmin and said with Kong Wenmin: "Please punish me, Miss."
"I fell down by accident, and my back hit the stone. It has nothing to do with Guard Xiao Kong, so why do you two brothers have to apologize? It was Guard Xiao Kong who rushed all the way to get me here for treatment. Otherwise, I don't know how much blood I would have shed and how much suffering I would have endured," Fang Chengyin's voice came from the inner room. "Guard Xiao Kong should have been rewarded this time. What are you two brothers kneeling for? Get up quickly."
As soon as the words fell, the two people kneeling outside were startled, especially Kong Wenjie. He suddenly raised his head and looked into the inner room. He couldn't see the scene inside clearly because of the backlight. But he just felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him, staring at him so hard that his whole body was throbbing.
"Although that's the case, it's also Wenjie's fault for not taking good care of her." After a pause, Kong Wenmin said. He was actually a little puzzled. Kong Wenjie clearly said in the letter he sent back to Ningguta that it was because of his negligence that the young lady was injured. Why did Fang Chengyin keep saying that it was not Kong Wenjie's fault? He couldn't figure it out. He looked at Kong Wenjie sideways, wanting to ask Kong Wenjie what he meant, but seeing that Kong Wenjie was looking straight into the room, Kong Wenmin's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he slapped Kong Wenjie on the back with a "slap".
Kong Wenjie finally came to his senses, his back aching badly. He knew that Kong Wenmin was really angry, and he also knew that he had been too unrestrained. He lowered his head uncomfortably.
"Go back and see how I deal with you!" Kong Wenmin lowered his voice and shouted at Kong Wenjie.
"Everyone, get up. Why are you kneeling all the time?" Fang Chengyin said again, "Since the Grand Guard Kong has arrived, let's set off and go back today. I've had enough of living in this shabby place."
"Yes, I'll go feed the horses right away," Kong Wenmin said hurriedly, getting up from the ground and glaring at Kong Wenjie, "You come with me."
"Yes." Kong Wenjie agreed in a low voice and followed Kong Wenmin outside.
"Guard Kong, please stay here." Before they even left the room, Fang Chengyin spoke again, "I have something for you to do."
Kong Wenjie suddenly looked at Kong Wenmin. Kong Wenmin's face was not looking good. Kong Wenjie inevitably felt guilty. Just when he didn't know what to do, Kong Wenmin lowered his voice and said, "The lady is calling you, why don't you go in quickly?"
Then, without waiting for Kong Wenjie to answer, Kong Wenmin walked out of the room. Kong Wenjie stood at the door blankly for a long time, looking at Kong Wenmin's lonely figure walking away, feeling indescribably uncomfortable. He was lost in thought when he heard Fang Chengyin's impatient voice: "What are you doing there? Why don't you come in?"
"Yes." Kong Wenjie finally reacted and hurried into the bedroom. As soon as he saw Fang Chengyin wrapped tightly in a quilt, he was so busy that he turned his eyes away.
Somehow, he felt a little depressed. It was not like this just now. They were so harmonious just now. He fed her soup mouthful by mouthful, and then he sat on the edge of her bed and ate with big mouthfuls, without any scruples. But now, he couldn't even look at her for one more time, not only because she was the apple of the prefect's eye, but more importantly...
The sound of horses neighing outside made Kong Wenjie's heart sink even more. He pursed his dry lips, lowered his head even lower, and said respectfully: "Miss, what do you want?"
"What the hell are you doing? You can't even talk properly when your brother comes?" Fang Chengyin stared at him without thinking too much, and grumbled, "Can you open the quilt for me? Why are you covering me up so tightly? It's pressing on my wound."
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