The princess is so powerful that the fish pond is full of people

Chi Rong saw his master's unhappy expression. Having been with his master for so many years, he naturally knew that what his master said was not just an angry remark, but was sincere.

If he dared to say a good word now, his master would tell him to get out.

As for replacing someone, Chi Rong no longer had the mind to think about those things. He put down the teapot in his hand, stood up and walked towards the host.

Liang Chongyue was still leaning on the railing on the terrace, thinking that he really wanted to leave. Her already unhappy mood became even more unhappy.

He kicked directly on the white jade railing without holding back at all. Liang Chongyue felt pain after the kick.

Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world. No matter how much pain it causes, she can only endure it, just like that damn nightmare, no matter how scary it is, she can only endure it, endure it until dawn, endure it until it is over.

After Liang Chongyue kicked, he bit his lower lip with his teeth and let out a muffled groan.

The next second, Liang Chongyue was picked up and placed on the lounge chair on the terrace.

The familiar recliner, the same soft blanket. When Liang Chongyue was picked up by Chi Rong and looked back, the first thing she saw in Chi Rong's eyes was not hesitation but guilt, as if he had done something wrong behind her back.

Liang Chongyue was half lying on the recliner, with his hands on both sides of his body, looking up, waiting for Chi Rong's next words.

After Chi Rong carefully put his master down, he looked at the right foot in his master's hand for a while, and only felt relieved after making sure that the ankle was not swollen.

Chi Rong didn't know what had happened to his master during the time he was away from him, but he vaguely sensed something was wrong when his master just drank the first glass of wine.

Liang Chongyue watched Chi Rong finally take his eyes off her feet. Just as they locked gazes for a second, the man, emitting a strong sense of guilt, suddenly knelt at her feet and slowly spoke:

"Master used to drink only to be happy, but today he is unhappy. It's Chi Rong's fault. He failed to complete his mission and failed to stay by his side. Master has been wronged."

Liang Chongyue continued to maintain her original posture, without moving, and quietly watched Chi Rong say this, watching her eyes sparkle with sparkling water. Unfortunately, the light on the terrace was not good, so she could not see clearly, but it was enough.

As for those things that she couldn't tell others, let them die along with the terrible nightmare.

Most of Liang Chongyue's depression dissipated, and Ping'an just brought up the wine at this time. Liang Chongyue looked at the three pots of wine, and she seemed to smell the aroma of the wine just through the bottles.

"Leave it alone."

After putting the wine jug away, Ping'an looked straight ahead and quickly left the prince's bedroom.

When he heard Ping An descend the last step of the stairs, Chi Rong stood up and took the medicine box, and took the three pots of wine away.

"The master's feet seem to be swollen. Drinking alcohol at this time will make the feet swell even worse."

Liang Chongyue looked at him with amusement. The man in front of her seemed to have changed from the sharp blade that only obeyed her orders to a sword that was both easy to use and considerate.

"Then please help me finish this wine, Chief Chi."

Liang Chongyue had never seen Chi Rong drunk. They always drank just enough and never drank too much. She didn't know how much Chi Rong could drink.

Every time she was happy drinking, Chi Rong's face was still the same, not even red.

"Okay, these subordinates come and drink."

Chi Rong also took out the pot of wine he had just drunk. Not counting the ones they drank, there were three and a half pots in total. Liang Chongyue lay on the recliner, watching him drink one cup after another with great interest.

The strong aroma of wine wafted across the terrace. The clouds had dispersed at some point, and the moon was round and bright tonight. The bright moonlight instantly filled every corner of the terrace.

Chi Rong was still drinking. When he finished the wine in his hand, he realized that the moon had come out.

Chi Rong knelt at his master's feet. He was tall and straight, and even kneeling he was much taller than his master. He didn't know if it was the alcohol that was at work, but under the moonlight, his master lay on the pure white fox fur, looking even more beautiful than the most beautiful fairy in the stories he had heard as a child.

Under the moonlight, the master looked whiter than the fur beneath him. Chi Rong swallowed the last sip of wine in his mouth and placed the four empty wine jugs neatly on the low table.

Liang Chongyue had already picked up the grapes beside him and started eating them. When she saw him stop, she realized that he had finished three and a half pots of wine.

Liang Chongyue casually picked a grape and threw it at Chi Rong. Before he could reach out, he stopped him and said,

"No hands allowed."

Chi Rong just stretched out his hand and then retracted it, opening his mouth to catch the grape.

He chewed it a few times and swallowed it together with the seeds.

The smile in Liang Chongyue's eyes hadn't stopped since he started drinking. Seeing how obedient he was, he kicked his injured foot towards Chi Rong:

"Apply medicine to this princess."

Hearing His Highness' words, Chi Rong remembered the night when he was injured and his master walked towards him barefoot. The moonlight that night was as bright as it was tonight.

In addition to eating fish, Liang Chongyue also likes eating grapes. After eating half of a plate of grapes, the feeling of euphoria just now was gone.

Seeing Chi Rong clumsily taking off her shoes, the smile on her lips had already changed its meaning, and the look she showed towards Chi Rong also slowly changed from the amusement at the beginning.

She has been practicing martial arts for many years, so a small injury can't hurt her at all.

Liang Chongyue watched Chi Rong finally take off her shoes and socks, revealing her slightly red and swollen feet. Liang Chongyue took a quick look and found that they were actually okay.

Her feet had been injured more seriously than this, but after just a few days of recuperation, her scumbag father let her continue to practice martial arts in the training ground.

Two days of care should be enough this time, as long as it doesn't affect her walking.

Liang Chongyue didn't care when she saw that her foot injury was not serious. She let Chi Rong clean and apply medicine to her feet. It was quite comfortable to see his hot hands applying the cool ointment on her feet.

Chi Rong's technique is good. He also massaged the feet while applying the medicine, which relieved the pain in the feet a lot.

Liang Chongyue guessed that Chi Rong's technique was too good. She felt a little sleepy after the massage, and the evil thoughts she had just had faded a little when she closed her eyes and concentrated on feeling the massage.

Feeling the force on her feet disappear, Liang Chongyue opened her eyes and saw Chi Rong, with such an unruly face, carefully wiping off the excess ointment on her feet.

Chi Rong rarely changed out of his familiar turquoise clothes and put on a navy blue suit. He knelt at her feet with his back to the bright moon. Liang Chongyue only knew that Chi Rong was tall before, but now she had a deeper perception of him.

Liang Chongyue just watched Chi Rong quietly with his head down, concentrating on wiping off the excess ointment on her feet.

The ointment smelled pleasant, a light floral scent, mostly the fragrance extracted from the flowers and plants in the queen mother's backyard.

The aroma of wine on the terrace always gave Liang Chongyue an inexplicable sense of guilt.

After Chi Rong wiped the excess ointment off the prince's feet, he casually wiped the ointment on his hands with the handkerchief used by his master. After putting away the used ointment jar, Chi Rong raised his eyes and met his master's hunting gaze.

He is so much older than his master, what else could he not understand?