The princess is killing like crazy again

The sky was blue and distant, and Wang Fuxuan was pushing his wheelchair in the yard to bask in the sun.

Wang Fuxuan was checking the accounts while putting all the rare books in the Wang family's collection under the sun to dry.

His face glowed like jade in the bright sunlight, and his eyes were half-closed.

The servant came over happily with a box in his hand, "Master."

"What's the matter? You look so happy." Wang Fuxuan asked casually without even raising his eyes.

The attendant said, "Princess Rong got a few Shuhua grasses, which are said to be rare herbs. They can be used as medicine to treat internal injuries, dissolve blood stasis and remove toxins. They are also very beneficial to the master's leg disease. Princess Rong is really thoughtful."

Wang Fuxuan smiled when he heard this, and then lowered his lip corners, "Is this Shuhua grass just for me, or does it belong to everyone else?"

"This... I heard that Princess Rong gave one plant each to His Majesty and the Crown Prince, and also gave some to Young Master Li and Lord Liu." The servant cautiously glanced at his master, whose face suddenly turned gloomy.

He swallowed and continued, "The princess is going to take the remaining few to Xuancheng for emergency use."

Wang Fuxuan's face turned cold, "Even if I knew it long ago, it wouldn't be my turn if it wasn't left over from someone else."

"Master, don't think like that. The princess still likes you very much." The servant racked his brains to comfort her.

"She likes me, but it's just like liking a cat or a dog. If she likes it, she'll give it a bone. If she doesn't like it, she'll kick it away." Wang Fuxuan lowered his head and curled the corners of his lips in self-mockery.

The attendant hesitated for a moment, "Although Princess Zhaoyang is a little willful and capricious, she is still very caring towards the master. Whenever she gets some good medicine, she will give it to the master."

Wang Fuxuan sneered: "Look, if it was someone else, they would have been grateful and would have wanted to die for her. I almost thought she was sincere, but she was just using my power to seek her own benefit."

The attendant was about to speak to persuade him, but he caught a glimpse of a figure behind Wang Fuxuan and immediately fell silent.

Wang Fuxuan saw that he was speechless, and seemed to realize something. He turned around and saw Xiao Yurong standing behind him in a gorgeous imperial dress with an expressionless face.

Seeing Xiao Yurong, he subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth into an inappropriate smile and said hesitantly: "Why are you..."

Why didn't anyone report it?

"What? I shouldn't have come? Or did I come at the wrong time?" Xiao Yurong looked calm.

But when Wang Fuxuan looked into her eyes, there was only anger, sarcasm, disappointment and sadness.

Xiao Yurong must have heard it when he said this.

Looking into Xiao Yurong's eyes, Wang Fuxuan inexplicably felt a dull suffocating feeling in his heart.

Wang Fuxuan opened his mouth, but could not say anything.

"I really thought I had told you before, but you still haven't forgiven me, right?" Xiao Yurong pulled the corner of his mouth, "Since you think so, you probably don't want to see me, right?"

"Then I won't be an eyesore to Marquis Huailing here. Cuicui, bring the Shuhua grass back and let's go." Xiao Yurong said.

Cuicui immediately snatched the box back from the servant's hand out of solidarity with the enemy.

Xiao Yurong sneered: "Just think of it as me sincerely feeding the dog. Even if I feed the dog, the dog still knows to wag its tail at me."

The master and servant turned and left.

The servant stood there anxiously, "Master, what should we do?"

Wang Fuxuan just lowered his head and remained silent. He felt depressed but couldn't say anything.

He looked at Xiao Yurong's back, and his desire to keep her was suddenly hindered by the heavy wheelchair.

"Master!" the servant became even more anxious.

His master is really stubborn and can't say anything except words that hurt others and himself.

Xiao Yurong returned to the princess's mansion.

"Wang Fuxuan!" Xiao Yurong overturned the rosewood table and the glass cup, and the glass shattered to the ground.

Seeing her unhappy expression, Du Xi handed her a cup of honey tea and asked cautiously, "Did the princess get humiliated in the Wang family?"

"Hmph." Xiao Yurong took the tea and snorted, "I'm afraid there is no one in this world more irritating than Wang Fuxuan."

Although she had originally intended to arrange for the encounter to happen, she knew that with Wang Fuxuan's personality, he would never get what he wanted.

This would make Wang Fuxuan feel guilty and take the initiative to make amends and propose the transportation funds and food.

After doing this a few times, Wang Fuxuan will pay more attention to it in the future, thinking that it is his own problem, and it will be much more convenient to ask for help when he has something to ask.

But after hearing what Wang Fuxuan said, Xiao Yurong was still so angry that his liver ached.

"Princess, please calm down. Don't get sick from being angry." Du Xi advised worriedly.

Cuicui came in from outside, "Princess, the Marquis of Huailing is here, and he brought a few boxes of jewels."

"Throw it back." Xiao Yurong had a blank expression.

The Wang family was wealthy and powerful, and all these were just a drop in the bucket for Wang Fuxuan.

You want to use these to apologize, do you think her princess mansion is a place for picking up rags?

"If you don't like it, I'll ask someone to select another one and send it to Zhaoyang Mansion." A voice came from outside the door.

Wang Fuxuan stepped in and saw the broken porcelain on the ground. He hesitated and was a little timid.

Xiao Yurong said in a cold tone: "Come on, serve tea to Marquis Huailing."

Cuicui served tea with a cold face, and the tea she brought was the famous tea that Wang Fuxuan had ridiculed as weighing nearly fifty taels per pound.

The tea soup was bright green in color, had a pure and noble aroma, and tasted fresh and refreshing, but Wang Fuxuan was in no mood to taste it at the moment.

Du Xi tactfully bowed to Xiao Yurong and then temporarily withdrew.

"Marquis Huai Ling, please don't tie me up with red and gold. Instead of wasting time, you might as well go back and find a few doctors to check your legs." Xiao Yurong's chest heaved, and he was still angry.

These words may sound hurtful at first, but Wang Fuxuan knew that she was still suppressing her anger, as it would soon be extremely cold after late autumn.

In winter his legs would ache unbearably, painfully.

This is a subconscious way of caring about his health and giving him a way out.

Wang Fuxuan was delighted, but he couldn't say a single nice word.

He wanted to say a thousand things, but in the end he managed to hold it in for a long time before finally saying, "Princess, please don't bother with these."

The attendant following Wang Fuxuan: "..."

I'm not saying anything to say about you, you might as well not have a mouth.

Xiao Yurong was almost made to laugh by Wang Fuxuan's anger.

"What do you mean?" Xiao Yurong looked grim. "You'll die if I ask you to say something nice, right?"

"That's not what I meant..." Wang Fuxuan said silently.

"Then what do you mean?" Xiao Yurong had obviously reached the limit of his patience. "Alright, I won't argue with you any more. As long as you speak nicely, I will listen to you, and I won't pursue what you said."

Wang Fuxuan moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but when he looked into Xiao Yurong's eyes, he couldn't say anything.

The incense burner was emitting light smoke that was diffused vaguely.

Wang Fuxuan's lips were stiff, and he opened his mouth: "I..."

After a long silence, Xiao Yurong could no longer suppress her anger. She kicked away the broken porcelain on the ground and said, "I have been patient enough with you. Don't be so ungrateful."

She said sternly, "Wang Fuxuan, can you please come down when you are given the chance?"

Xiao Yurong was so angry that he felt a little breathless and covered his mouth and coughed twice.

Cuicui was so frightened that she hurriedly supported Xiao Yurong and turned around to call for a doctor.

She had been serving Xiao Yurong since she was young, and had seen Xiao Yurong often when he was sick and nearly died.

"Ahem! No need." Xiao Yurong raised his hand to stop Cuicui.

She looked at Wang Fuxuan, who had just hurriedly extended his hand, with extreme disappointment, "Since you are like this, there is no need for us to say more. Let's send him away."

Xiao Yurong waved his hand, turned around and was about to leave.

This time, Wang Fuxuan stood up directly and wanted to reach out to grab Xiao Yurong's hand.

He hadn't stood up for a long time, and this time he stood up quickly and violently. He felt dizzy and blurry, and he fell to his knees with his injured leg.

His move startled everyone present.

Now that it has come to this, the following scene should not be watched.

Those who can do this know what to watch and what not to watch.

Cuicui and Wang Fuxuan's attendants quickly retreated.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Yurong frowned. She was also frightened by Wang Fuxuan's posture.

She wanted to help Wang Fuxuan up, but Wang Fuxuan refused.

Wang Fuxuan's face turned pale, and he avoided Xiao Yurong's hand that was supporting him. "Don't you understand what I'm thinking?"

"Understand? How do you want me to understand?" Xiao Yurong withdrew his hand, frowning, "How can I understand if you don't tell me? Do I have to guess by myself after I open my heart to you? Huai Linghou is really a big shot."

She said this with a self-deprecating smile, "After all, you don't care about me, it's just that I used to be sincere to you, and you've never tasted true love, so you can't bear to give up the kindness I've shown you and the benefits it's brought you."

Wang Fuxuan gritted his teeth and grabbed her hand, "I didn't!"

Unspeakable emotions filled every narrow crevice in his bones, and his legs were aching again. He seemed to feel the acid flowing back into his stomach, choking him and making him unable to speak.

He looked up at Xiao Yurong, hoping that Xiao Yurong would understand him and forgive him.

"But I don't believe you!" Xiao Yurong looked at him coldly, "How can I believe you?"

"You can scold me, hit me, as long as you believe it... as long as you believe it, anything is fine!" Wang Fuxuan knelt down beside Xiao Yurong's legs, grabbed her hand and slapped him in the face.

Xiao Yurong lost control of his strength for a moment and slapped him in the face.

Wang Fuxuan didn't care. With red eyes, he said, "Hit me until you believe me."

Wang Fuxuan has a beautiful appearance but gloomy eyes and eyebrows, but this is not interesting enough.

The feeling of Wang Fuxuan's body is interesting. He seems strong, but actually broken, so he looks delicate, as if he is full and juicy even if he is chewed into pieces.

No matter how harshly one speaks, one is still weak inside.

"Don't go crazy in front of me, get up!" Xiao Yurong held Wang Fuxuan's arm and pulled him up roughly.

Wang Fuxuan staggered a bit and managed to stand up with the help of Xiao Yurong.

The way he used the force to get up was a little awkward, which he would never show in front of others under normal circumstances.

But he couldn't care about these things at the moment. Instead, he looked at Xiao Yurong's face carefully and forced a flattering smile with difficulty, "Are you not angry with me anymore?"

Xiao Yurong didn't reply, his brows furrowed.

"Are you still angry with me?" Wang Fuxuan's lips lost their color.

He took a step back and murmured, "Even if that's the case, you should still be irritated with me for a few more days. You deserve it. You and I were like this when we were young."

"But it's still the same as before. It will be fine in a few days, just like before, right? It will be fine in a few days..." His voice became smaller and smaller, with a hint of pleading in his voice.

"Let's go." Xiao Yurong did not answer, but turned around and waved his hand.

Wang Fuxuan looked dejected and walked out.

When the servant saw his master coming out in a daze, he knew that the matter must have been messed up.

"Ouch!" He could only worry and slapped his thigh before rushing in to push Wang Fuxuan's wheelchair out.

Before he left, he did not forget to plead with Xiao Yurong for his master: "Princess, please don't be offended. My master is just like that. No matter what he says in anger, he doesn't mean it. He has had a hard life since he was a child. Princess, please be kind and don't bother with him."

Xiao Yurong ignored him.

The attendant pushed the wheelchair and quickly caught up with Wang Fuxuan.

Wang Fuxuan's eyes dimmed, and he muttered to himself: "I really pissed her off..."

"Master, please don't panic. Let's go back and think about how to ask the princess for forgiveness." The servant said hurriedly.

"She will definitely never talk to me again." Wang Fuxuan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a dying butterfly.

The attendant advised earnestly: "Does the master want to be a lifelong enemy of the princess? The princess doesn't like the gift, but the princess's mansion is never short of gold, silver and jewelry. When the time comes, we will obey the princess's wishes and apologize sincerely. The princess will not fail to forgive the master."

Wang Fuxuan's eyes lit up, "If I apologize sincerely, will she really forgive me?"

"Of course. After all, the master grew up with the princess. The princess is proud, and the master has the same personality. If each of them gives in, wouldn't they be hurting each other?" said the servant.

He is the adopted son of Wang Fuxuan's parents. He is loyal to Wang Fuxuan and can see through others' true feelings.

Wang Fuxuan still listened to what he said.

Wang Fuxuan recalled that there were sheets of white paper scattered on the table in Xiao Yurong's room, all of which were maps and garrison maps.

There is also an ink painting, in which the thick ink splashed freely and naturally flows out a magnificent scene of mountains and rivers.

"What she needs most right now is... military pay, food and subsidies, and money for the march..." Wang Fuxuan murmured softly.

Wang Fuxuan was gone, but Xiao Yurong was really pissed off by Wang Fuxuan and still had difficulty breathing.

As soon as Cuicui entered the room, she started to talk: "Princess, I'd better go and call the imperial physician to take a look. If there is really something wrong, I will be blamed!"

“Ahem! Ahem!” Xiao Yurong waved his hands. “Forget it, don’t cause any more trouble.”

She closed her eyes tiredly. "If I call the imperial physician now, everyone will know that I am ill. How can my father allow me to attack?"

"But..." Cui Cui was very worried.

Xiao Yurong raised her hand to interrupt her, "No need to say more, prepare the car to go to the Taifu Mansion, I have something important to discuss with you."

Cuicui could only obey orders.

Watching Cuicui leave, Xiao Yurong barely suppressed the urge to cough, and started coughing again while covering his mouth.

"Damn it." Xiao Yurong closed his eyes.

But she is in this body type.