Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

However, Fu Heng was worried that doing so would be too rash, after all, Wei Yingluo did not trust him wholeheartedly.

After a moment, Wei Yingluo finally realized that there was something wrong with her expression just now, so she quickly adjusted her mood.

"Guard Fucha, let's go back to Changchun Palace first. I'll apply some medicine to you. I have prepared a special ointment that can quickly dissolve blood stasis and reduce swelling. I'm really sorry about what happened just now." There was sincere apology in Wei Yingluo's voice.

"It's okay, it's okay. I often misunderstood you before. Now that's the case, it's fair!" Fu Heng smiled broadly at Wei Yingluo, the joy in his heart was beyond words.

After all, the woman he has been thinking about will personally apply medicine for him, which is what he has been longing for!

Suddenly, Fu Heng felt that the wound on his head didn't hurt at all, as if all the pain would be dispelled by this beautiful moment.

He stood up impatiently and stretched out a hand, ready to pull Wei Yingluo up.

Wei Yingluo hesitated for a moment and originally planned to stand up on her own, but the moss under her feet made her lose her balance and she was unable to stand for a moment.

Fu Heng was quick to reach out and grab Wei Yingluo again, then quickly let go.

At this moment, the expressions of the two became a little subtle. The blushing and heartbeating that were originally felt only by Fu Heng were now transmitted to Wei Yingluo.

Her little face flushed red and her heartbeat echoed in her ears like a drum.

Just like that, the two of them walked silently towards the direction of Changchun Palace. At first, no one spoke, and there was a different atmosphere in the air.

They could feel each other's breathing and heartbeat, and this close contact filled their hearts with strange emotions.

However, although the two thought about it again and again in their hearts, they still remained reserved and shy and did not dare to express it easily.

Perhaps, this relationship still needs time to settle and hone before it can truly blossom and bear fruit.

Later, Wei Yingluo took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to speak: "Guard Fucha, I have something I want to ask you for help. This matter can be regarded as your previous promise to me, okay?"

Wei Yingluo turned her head slightly and stared at Fu Cha Fu Heng beside her. The tone of her voice changed from her usual relaxed and confident tone to a bit of earnestness and pleading.

Fu Heng was overjoyed. He smiled silently with the corner of his mouth tilted, and was secretly delighted in his heart.

He was very happy because Wei Yingluo actually took the initiative to make a request to him instead of avoiding him like she did in the past few days.

He responded readily: "Of course no problem, as long as it doesn't go against my conscience, I will do my best in everything."

Wei Yingluo's voice was slightly low, with a hint of apology: "I would like to ask Guard Fucha to help keep an eye on Prince He and Guard Qijia while on duty, and try to prevent them from entering the harem. Is this okay?"

She knew very well that her request was quite strange and might cause a lot of trouble to Fu Heng, but under the current circumstances, it seemed that she had no choice but to turn to him for help.

After all, the only person who has been silently guarding Wei Yingluo is Fu Heng.

Looking back on the past, Wei Yingluo knew that she owed Fu Heng too much...

Wei Yingluo was going to tell her sister that she could leave the embroidery workshop when Fu Heng was on duty; and if Fu Heng was not on duty, then it would be best for her to stay in the embroidery workshop as much as possible. If she really needed to go out, she must find other palace maids to accompany her for safety.

Fu Heng couldn't help but feel a little doubtful when he heard Wei Yingluo's serious explanation, but he nodded without hesitation and said, "No problem, of course."

"Thank you, Guard Fucha. Yingluo is really grateful!" Wei Yingluo hurriedly bowed deeply to Fu Heng to express her sincere gratitude.

"But...can I ask why? Of course, if you don't want to tell me, that's fine. Maybe it has something to do with your sister?"

Fu Heng always felt something was strange. If Qi Jiaqingxi was the lover of Wei Yingluo's sister, it would be reasonable for her to be on guard against him. But what did this have to do with the Prince of Heqin?

Wei Yingluo hesitated for a moment, then gently leaned close to Fu Heng's ear and lowered her voice to tell him everything about the prince's entanglement with her sister.

As she spoke, Wei Yingluo's eyes gradually turned red, and crystal tears kept swirling in her eyes.

"Hong Zhou is indeed a ridiculous person. Before your sister leaves the palace, I will keep a close eye on him and find a chance to mention him to the emperor."

Fuheng was really helpless about Prince Heqin's absurd behavior.

Looking at Wei Yingluo's panicked expression, Fu Heng's heart was filled with worry.

He knew that Wei Yingluo had always regarded her sister as an important pillar of her life. If something happened to her sister, she would definitely not be able to bear such a blow.

Fu Heng looked at Wei Yingluo, wanting to comfort her but not knowing how to start.

He raised his hand slightly, wanting to hug her, then slowly lowered it, and finally just patted her shoulder gently, speaking in a hurried tone.

"Yingluo, don't worry. I will do my best to protect your sister's safety. This is not only my duty as a guard, but also my promise to you. If you believe in me, I can ask my good friend, Doral Hailancha, to help as well."

"Thank you, Guard Fucha, and Guard Soran," Wei Yingluo said gratefully.

She almost forgot that she should urge Mingyu to finish the purse that should have been embroidered long ago.

Since Hailancha was not Manchu but from the Solon tribe, the palace maids called him the Solon guard.

Hearing that Wei Yingluo actually knew Hailancha, Fu Heng couldn't help but be a little surprised, and hurriedly asked: "Yingluo, how do you know Hailancha?"

There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes, as well as a bit of anticipation.

After all, Hailancha is his best friend. If Wei Yingluo could get to know Hailancha, then their relationship might become closer.

But he seemed to realize that his tone was anxious, so he coughed to hide his embarrassment, because in his heart he was actually very worried that Wei Yingluo would fall in love with another guard or someone else...

Fu Heng's heart was like a huge wave, unable to calm down, and his eyes revealed a hint of anxiety and uneasiness.

However, he did not let this emotion show, but quickly adjusted his state and tried to cover up his inner embarrassment with a cough.

"Ah, I just heard other maids mention him. He is said to be a very good person."

Wei Yingluo's voice was as sweet as flowing spring water. She spoke lightly with a faint smile on her lips.

She keenly sensed Fu Heng's nervousness and anxiety, and couldn't help but feel like playing a trick on him.

Fu Heng's heartbeat became more and more violent. He tried hard to control his emotions and asked stutteringly.

"Well...you think this person is very good even though you have never met him. What about me? What kind of person do you think I am?" He stared at Wei Yingluo, waiting for her response.