Girl, let me check it out.

Ning Bai ran in hurriedly, her eyes fixed on the wound on his chest.

"Don't look at it, it will be fine soon. As long as I don't fight with others in the next few days."

Fang Weihan smiled indifferently.

"Your Highness is truly a Mingwu 3rd level warrior. This minor injury is nothing to worry about."

Ning Bai frowned and said with some resentment:

"This is not just a minor injury!"

"That wound is so deep... it's almost... it's almost..."

She was speechless and her eyes were slightly red.

She watched her little prince grow up step by step, just like her own brother.

Seeing that he was injured so badly, how could I forget it so easily?

"Who hurt His Highness? I'll ask the Second Master to fight back!"

Ning Bai said seriously with anger on his face.

"If it was those noble families who did it, we would bite off a piece of their flesh even if we can't win!"

Ning Bai knew that Fang Weihan had been at odds with those children from aristocratic families since he was a child and had made many enemies with them. Now that he had encountered this change, he subconsciously blamed them for his injury.

"It's okay, it's really okay."

In order to prove himself, Fang Weihan got out of bed and took two steps.

Ning Bai was so scared that she ran over to support him.

"Don't worry about it. I will take back the debt myself."

Fang Weihan smiled and looked very confident.

"Don't worry, Sister Ningbai."

Hearing his firm assurance, Ning Bai's heart settled down a little.

"But I'm injured now, this dress..."

Fang Weihan looked embarrassed.

"I'll help your highness put it on!"

Ning Bai finally smiled happily.

"Then I'll trouble Sister Ningbai."

Fang Weihan also smiled in agreement, but sighed in his heart.

I have to pretend to be a child to get by, it's not easy.

……

"Old Zhao?"

Fang Weihan walked slowly to the front door and looked at Master Zhao in silence.

"You're already drinking this early in the morning? Aren't you afraid of vomiting?"

Mr. Zhao shook the wine gourd in his hand nonchalantly, with a happy look on his face.

"Your Highness, please forgive me. I just received so much silver that I don't know how to spend it."

I get angry when I mention Fang Weihan.

He stepped forward and snatched the wine gourd from Mr. Zhao, ignoring his resentful look.

"Explain to me what you did last night?"

Fang Weihan accused.

"Didn't I create conditions for His Highness to attract firepower?"

Mr. Zhao looked innocent.

"Is that the fire you're attracting?"

Fang Weihan narrowed his eyes and stared at him with ill intent.

"Could it be that the gate guards were not lured away by the loud commotion at the Xuanzhong Guards' headquarters?"

"Or did you also go to the Xuanzhong Guards' headquarters to cause trouble?"

"a ha ha ha……"

Mr. Zhao smiled awkwardly and scratched his head.

"Your Highness, please listen to me."

Fang Weihan listened expressionlessly as Mr. Zhao started to talk nonsense.

"Suppose you knew it would be cloudy and rainy tomorrow, so you bought a lamp in advance for lighting."

Mr. Zhao stretched out his hand and gestured vividly.

"But, tomorrow it will suddenly stop raining and the sun will come out."

"Your Highness, can you return this lamp?"

Fang Weihan was amused.

The old man is quite good at talking nonsense.

"Can't retreat."

Fang Weihan said lightly.

"That's it."

Mr. Zhao laughed heartily and snatched the wine gourd from Fang Weihan's hand.

"But since I bought a lamp, I can't just use it, right?"

Fang Weihan spoke with a smile, which immediately made Master Zhao feel uneasy.

"Even if it can't be used here, there's always somewhere else I can use it. I have a room that needs lighting."

"Are you right, Master?"

Mr. Zhao thought to himself that I was right to your mother.

The old man took a big gulp of wine, and the bitter wine made his throat ache.

"Your Highness, please tell me what else you want to say."

Mr. Zhao's face was full of bitterness.

He knew he couldn't avoid it today.

"No big deal, please help me drain the pond in the backyard."

Fang Weihan said with a smile.

Mr. Zhao: "?"

"Your Highness, why are you pumping water from that pond?"

Master Zhao was completely confused.

"Oh, that's right."

Fang Weihan explained lightly.

"I'm injured, right? The doctor said I can't be exposed to moisture. That broken pool is full of water, which is bad for my health."

What the hell is your reason...

Looking at Fang Weihan's expression which seemed to be smiling but was actually threatening, Mr. Zhao thought of the silver that he had not yet warmed up, and finally decided to swallow the humiliation and agree.

"Okay, Your Highness, don't worry, I will start today."

Mr. Zhao sighed deeply, his face showing a weathered look.

"Second Master is still reliable!"

Fang Weihan smiled and cupped his hands.

"Then let's go."

"Walk?"

Mr. Zhao was a little confused.

"Where to go?"

"Go to school."

Fang Weihan looked at him as if he were an alien, extremely surprised.

"I'm about to graduate from Qinghuo Academy, so I have to attend this class every day. Can I still commit a crime against the wind?"

That's not what you said a few days ago.

Mr. Zhao is already numb.

Anyway, you are the prince, whatever you say is what it is, and it’s up to me, Old Zhao, to be right.

"What His Highness said is absolutely true."

Mr. Zhao flattered.

He suddenly realized that it was actually quite refreshing to give up his shame and do things perfunctorily.

……

This time, Fang Weihan did not go to Feng Yitang, but went to Yuanjiatang first.

I haven't settled the score with the girl who stabbed me with a sword yesterday.

Fang Weihan was secretly thinking about how to deal with Tao Yunjiang.

He pulled open his clothes and looked at the wound on his chest.

After a night of full rest, the surface of the wound had healed and almost nothing could be seen.

After all, the Mingwu path strengthens the body from the outside in, and the first organ to be strengthened is the skin.

Before reaching the fifth level of Iron Armor, although the hardness of the skin was not very high, its powerful recovery ability had already begun to show.

The wound hasn't healed yet, but the skin has healed first.

The current condition of my wound is a bit like a blood enema, with a thin layer of skin and blood and minced meat inside.

Fang Weihan felt a little hungry when he thought of this.

It's a bit perverted.

He poked his wound and stroked his chin thoughtfully.

Fang Weihan suddenly had a good idea.

At this time, by the hidden little lake next to Yuanjia Hall, Tao Yunjiang was not practicing sword, but sitting on the bluestone in a daze.

The girl swung her long and well-proportioned legs, and from time to time she glanced at the Qi Cang sword that she had thrown aside, her eyes revealing a look of struggle.

She was now a little afraid to hold the sword, let alone use the move of Huiyanduanshan.

Every time she grasped the hilt of the sword, Fang Weihan's astonished and puzzled look would appear in her mind.

The feeling of powerlessness, guilt and regret almost turned into an abyss that swallowed her up.

Tao Yunjiang sighed softly.

She hasn't figured out how to compensate Fang Weihan yet, and she doesn't even know whether Fang Weihan will accept her apology.

However, the girl ignored the latter question in the hope of a last chance.

She didn't dare to imagine what would happen to her if he didn't accept it...

"Tao Yunjiang, you just left without saying a word, leaving me only a piece of torn leaf?"

Fang Weihan's cold voice sounded from behind her.

The girl's delicate body stiffened instantly.