Seeing His Majesty leaving, the eunuch Guo Fu, who was standing not far away, hurriedly bent down and followed.
After walking a few steps, Guo Fu's voice suddenly rang out with suspicion and concern: "Your Majesty, your hand?"
Murong Qingli stopped walking suddenly, but he didn't pay any attention to his left hand that was dripping with blood. Instead, he stared at Guo Fu's face with his cold eyes.
Guo Fu was startled and instinctively lowered his head with a respectful look.
Even though he had already had three or five ideas about serving His Majesty, he still didn't dare to look His Majesty in the eyes.
It is a feeling of impending death that makes people feel as if a chill is piercing their backs.
Sometimes when His Majesty spoke a little louder, he would feel as if everything around him was dark and he was going to die in the next moment.
"Guo Fu?"
"Your Majesty, I'm here." Guo Fu stood relatively steady, but there was a slight tremor in his voice.
"Come here and bandage me."
Murong Qingli couldn't help but frowned his beautiful eyebrows and stretched out his hand to hand over a bright yellow handkerchief.
The reason why his left hand was injured was that he was trying to suppress the violent anger in his heart and he hurt it accidentally.
If he hadn't heard the strange sound, he would not have broken his left hand, but Simian's head.
"Yes." Guo Fu nodded in response, took the handkerchief with both hands, and began to bandage Murong Qingli very carefully.
During the whole process, Murong Qingli didn't say a word, but just looked at Guo Fu indifferently.
Then, he glanced at the other people behind him.
No, no sound at all.
But when Simian was here just now, he clearly heard a strange sound.
That's the voice of a beautiful woman.
But he couldn't hear the voices of others at all.
Could it be that the sinister Simian did something wrong to him while he was in a coma?
When he thought of this possibility, the uncontrollable rage in Murong Qingli's heart rose again.
He threw his hands and shouted coldly: "Get lost!"
"Yes, yes."
Guo Fu, who had just bandaged Murong Qingli's hand, immediately stepped back several steps.
**
In the cold palace.
Si Muqiao had earned several days' worth of life, so he happily walked into the house humming a song.
In the room, a maid dressed in light green palace maid's costume was bending over and looking for something.
When he heard her voice and footsteps, he immediately stood up and looked over, asking worriedly and anxiously.
"My beauty, where have you been? Did you sneak out of the cold palace?"
"It's all my fault. I accidentally fell asleep and lost you, my beauty."
"I have searched the entire cold palace, but I still can't find you."
"Are you okay? Have you been seen by anyone else?"
The maid's original name was Cuidie. She was brought into the palace and was very loyal.
Since the original owner passed away, she felt that the name Cuidie was a bit difficult to pronounce, so she took the initiative to change her name to Tangyuan.
Because the little girl has a round face, she looks very cute.
It fits the personality of Tangyuan very well.
Tangyuan had no objection to the name change.
Anyway, she is Si Muqiao's maid, and she will follow Si Muqiao no matter whether she lives or dies.
No matter what her master Si Muqiao said, she would do it.
"Well...I accidentally bumped into His Majesty, does that count?"
"What? Master, you met His Majesty when you sneaked out?"
Tangyuan's little round face turned visibly pale and his body began to tremble slightly.
Si Muqiao reached out and pinched Tangyuan's face, comforting her.
"I'm your master, and I'm back alive. Nothing's wrong, don't worry, ah~"
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