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Luo Yao sneaked back to the West Courtyard in the middle of the night. Luo Xinchen woke up in the morning and was relieved to see his brother beside him. Ah Shi and Qing'er learned from Luo Yao that the prince had secretly taken the young master away, causing Luo Yao to return home late to look for the young master. They hated this overbearing prince even more.

Luo Yao did not talk about what Bei Zhenting did to him that night. After returning home, he hugged his brother and slept until noon.

He went to prepare lunch for everyone as if nothing had happened, but he didn't know that his limping figure had already exposed the "truth".

Seeing their eldest young master limping, A Shi and Qing'er felt distressed.

Qing'er put down the vegetables she was picking, signaled Ah Shi to pick and wash the remaining vegetables, and went forward to replace Luo Yao to rest, "Master, if you are not feeling well, don't force yourself. Let me do it."

Luo Yao looked at Qing'er strangely, not knowing what she meant.

Seeing that the young master couldn't understand her, Qing'er gestured to look at Luo Yao's lower body.

"?" Luo Yao was confused, then suddenly understood, "You mean this leg? That bastard Bei Zhenting did it."

Qing'er blushed: What did I hear!

Could it be that the young master has fallen in love with the prince? Unbelievable! Could it be that the young master has some sort of inclination...

A plate of stir-fried bok choy, a plate of braised pork, a bowl of stir-fried pork with bean sprouts, and a bowl of egg custard, the four of them were ready to eat.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door of the west courtyard. Qing'er went over and opened it a crack. "What's going on?"

"The prince asked the princess to serve him." Qing'er slammed the door shut. The eldest young master is already in that state... and he still wants to serve him?

Luo Yao didn't react. He heard it and stood up. "You guys eat. I'll be back soon."

Luo Xinchen, who had already sat down at the table and was about to eat his favorite egg custard, immediately jumped down. He wanted to go too! Wherever his brother went, he had to go! The big devil would never separate him from his brother again!

In the end, Luo Yao pulled his brother and limped out of the West Courtyard.

The two of them, one big and one small, entered the main hall. Luo Yao reluctantly changed his walking posture to normal and walked over slowly.

The meal was already served in the courtyard, and Bei Zhenting sat there looking at Luo Yao. Luo Yao was puzzled. What was Bei Zhenting doing? Didn't he want him to serve this giant baby a meal?

Luo Yao instantly thought of what happened yesterday when Bei Zhenting was jealous of Fei Tian. He had a shadow in his heart because of what happened yesterday, and now he felt that something was strange about Bei Zhenting. Was he asking him to come over to question him?

Thinking about what happened yesterday, Luo Yao felt a little scared and stood aside, not knowing what to do. Bei Zhenting didn't say what he was going to do, nor did he eat, he just looked at him.

Luo Yao's scalp tingled as he explained to himself, "I got lost in the academy yesterday and bumped into Prince Qi by accident. We don't know anything..."

Bei Zhenting interrupted him, reached out and pulled him to sit on the stool beside him, and put a piece of vegetable leaf in the bowl in front of Luo Yao.

In short, “eat.”

Luo Yao looked at the green vegetable leaves in the bowl and frowned slightly. Is it only vegetable leaves that he deserves to eat? Okay! He can only eat vegetable leaves! And he only dares to eat vegetable leaves!

Luo Xinchen looked at the large amount of meat in his own bowl and felt that something was missing from his brother's bowl. He knelt on the stool, lay down on the table, and scooped a piece of meat for his brother remotely. "Brother, eat some meat!"

A pair of chopsticks, a spoon and two pieces of meat were placed in Luo Yao's bowl at the same time.

"Hmph!" Luo Xinchen glared at Bei Zhenting.

Bei Zhenting looked at Luo Xinchen with a faint expression, turned the chopsticks, and put the meat into his mouth.

Did Bei Zhenting get kicked in the head by a donkey today?

Let him eat at the same table with him and pick up food for him?

Luo Yao picked up the chopsticks, carefully observed Bei Zhenting, and ate slowly.

Bei Zhenting finished eating first and left.

After Luo Yao and Luo Xinchen finished eating, Luo Yao prepared to take Luo Xinchen back to the west courtyard.

At this time, the chubby servant appeared with a colorful windmill, "Princess, the prince asked you to serve in the study."

Study? Bei Zhenting had never asked him to go to the study. Luo Yao once passed by and wanted to go in to take a look, but the guards stopped him.

I wonder if Bei Zhenting has thought of some new way to torture him?

Leading Luo Yao to the study, Zhang Jiji used all his tricks and used the windmill to keep Luo Xinchen outside the study.

Luo Yao walked into the study. The decoration of the study looked very solemn. As soon as he stepped in, Luo Yao felt a solemn atmosphere. There was a row of weapon racks on the left and right, with rows of knives on them, some new and some old, some of which were chipped.

Luo Yao couldn't help but wonder about the story of the owner of these knives.

"Those knives belonged to the people in the palace who were killed ten years ago." Bei Zhenting's cold and magnetic voice reached Luo Yao's ears.

Luo Yao took a step back, feeling that he could not touch these knives, nor could he talk to Bei Zhenting about these knives, so he just said "oh".

Bei Zhenting sighed solemnly, "Come here."

Luo Yao walked over obediently.

"Grinding ink."

Luo Yao took the ink stick and ground the ink, while observing Bei Zhenting. Bei Zhenting didn't know what he was writing, he was very focused, Luo Yao was a little curious.

After grinding the ink for a while, Luo Yao felt his hands were sore and his speed became slower and slower.

Bei Zhenting glanced at him and said, "Come and sit down."

Luo Yao looked at the stool that was very close to Bei Zhenting and felt a little resistant, not wanting to be too close to Bei Zhenting.

He slowly moved to sit next to Bei Zhenting. After Luo Yao sat down, Bei Zhenting wrote and drew for a while, then suddenly put down the pen in his hand and asked, "Does your knee hurt?"

Ah? Luo Yao was flattered, "No...it doesn't hurt!"

Bei Zhenting glanced at him and said, "Take it off so I can see."

Take it off?

Luo Yao opened his eyes wide. Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Men shouldn't touch each other! Bei Zhenting must have been kicked in the head by a donkey today! Either he was kicked by a donkey or he was stuck in the door!

Bei Zhenting, who was kicked by a donkey and had his head pinched by a door, saw that he was unwilling and started to fight directly.

He pulled off Luo Yao's right shoe, lifted up one side of Luo Yao's skirt, pulled out the trouser legs that were pressed inside his footwear, and directly pulled the trouser legs up to Luo Yao's thighs. The two of them were too close, it was so ambiguous! Luo Yao's heart was pounding, and he leaned back away from Bei Zhenting.

Bei Zhenting looked at the flashing white light and felt his throat was a little dry.

There was a large bruise on the knee that was very obvious, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding skin color. Bei Zhenting reached out to touch the bruise, but touched nothing. Luo Yao quickly dodged it as if in a stress reaction.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little strange!

Bei Zhenting did not insist. He took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Luo Yao, "Wipe it yourself."

Give me a candy after hitting me with a stick!

Luo Yao thought of the terrible look on Bei Zhenting's face when he roared at him yesterday. He was angry but dared not say anything. He reached out and snatched the ointment from Bei Zhenting's hand, trying to put it in his arms.

He looked up and saw Bei Zhenting frowning slightly, so he took it out again and applied it on his bruised knee in front of Bei Zhenting.

The ointment had a sweet, natural scent, like fragrant pears. Luo Yao loved pears the most! The ointment felt cool when applied to the wound, and Luo Yao could feel the coolness soaking into his skin. It was indeed a good medicine, working so quickly that he could even feel it taking effect. Was this the magic of ancient medicine?

Luo Yao applied the medicine seriously while Bei Zhenting continued writing and drawing. Suddenly, Bei Zhenting stopped writing and looked at Luo Yao, "Are you afraid of me?"

Luo Yao had already applied the medicine and pushed his trouser legs into his underwear. He paused and retorted loudly, "Who is afraid of you?"

Bei Zhenting remained silent and did not discuss the issue.