In order to avoid the surveillance at the door of the inn, Fang Ling first asked Dong Canghai and Lu Bei to go back first, and then entered the inn.

After going up to the second floor, he just pushed the door open, and the door next door also opened at the same time, and Song Ying'er showed her head, as if she heard the movement of Dong Canghai and the others coming back.

As soon as she saw the bloodstained appearance on Fang Ling's body, she immediately covered her mouth and didn't scream, then took a breath and said with a worried face: "Your Highness, it doesn't matter to you, right?"

Fang Ling smiled faintly and said, "It's okay, it's just a small injury, you can continue to sleep." ”

As he spoke, he walked in the door, but Song Ying'er immediately followed the house, still holding a set of clothes in her hand, and she said softly: "This is His Highness's clothes, and the concubine's body was just washed yesterday." ”

Fang Ling nodded, wanting to take off his clothes and change them, but his brows furrowed slightly, this move pulled all kinds of wounds on his body, especially the knife wound on his back, although the Sun Melting Moon Solution Technique has the ability to heal wounds, but he is tired at the moment, where is the slightest strength?

Song Ying'er walked up silently and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, the concubine is here to serve you in a wide dress." ”

Fang Ling couldn't help frowning, and said with a wry smile: "I'm really not used to being served. ”

Song Ying'er gently took off his coat for him, and said: "Your Highness used to be in the cold palace, and it is normal that you are not used to it, but now that you are the king of Shicheng, you have to get used to the service of your subordinates, otherwise you will be tired enough by trivial things to do everything yourself?"

When she said this, she had already taken off Fang Ling's coat, and when she saw more blood stains on his underwear, she couldn't help but gasp, her little hands trembled a little, and she took off her underwear, and then she saw more than a dozen long and short knife wounds on Fang Ling's back, the longest one was more than half a foot, and the flesh and blood of the wound turned up, which was miserable.

Song Ying'er only felt that her nose was sour, and she was distressed and resentful: "The thirteen murderers are too cruel, and they hurt His Highness like this." ”

Fang Ling smiled and said: "I'm just a flesh wound, the thirteen murderers have lost their lives, speaking of which, I should be more ferocious than them." ”

Song Ying'er hurriedly shook her head and said, "No, Your Highness is for the people!"

Fang Ling smiled, took out a bottle of Hefu powder and said to her, "Help me sprinkle it on the wound." ”

Song Ying'er nodded, took out the stopper of the small porcelain bottle, and sprinkled the light red powder on the various wounds, Fang Ling gritted his teeth, and his brows couldn't help frowning, this is the medicinal powder researched by Chen Mou according to the secret recipe of the palace, the effect is good, but it will hurt a little when sprinkled on the body, and at this time Fang Ling knew that where is this a little pain, it is clearly a knife-like pain.

However, the pain only passed for a while, and a cold feeling of comfort followed, as if the wound had healed all of a sudden.

Song Ying'er then came to Fang Ling, and saw that the wound on his chest was also dense, and while lightly sprinkling the medicinal powder, he sighed faintly, and then admired: "Your Highness is really a virtuous monarch, even when you go to the battlefield, you have to do it yourself, and Ying'er knows that one day you will definitely save your sister from the clutches of the devil." ”

Fang Ling nodded lightly, and after Song Ying'er left, he sat cross-legged on the bed and began to run the Sun Melting Moon Solution Technique, absorbing its Moon Yin Ice Strength.