Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

Chapter 120 is not just random talk!

"Can't find it?"

Jing Shu tapped his fingers lightly on the table as he listened to Tian Xun's report, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Yes, we can only find out from the servants of Tianxiang Tower that the young master was escorted here by the government three days ago. We don't know anything else. No one knows the young master's identity either. It seems that someone deliberately erased the traces."

Tianxun knelt on one knee and told Jingshu all the information he had found. He could only find this much because he didn't have Tianxin to gather information. If Tianxin were here, he would definitely be able to find more.

A hint of guilt flashed in Tianxun's eyes. He felt that the prince should have brought others ahead of time, instead of just relying on his own martial prowess.

"Who were the two bidding against each other at that time?" Jing Shu knew that Tian Xun had already done his best, as this was not his area of ​​expertise, so he did not blame him.

"Your Highness, it is Lu Yunqi, the son of the Prime Minister, and Shi Ye, the young master of the General's Mansion," Tianxun said truthfully, his eyes lighting up instantly after he finished speaking.

Jing Shu got up and walked towards the inner room. When he reached Tian Xun's side, Jing Shu paused slightly. "From now on, I don't need to teach you, right?"

"Yes! I understand." Tianxun accepted the order and instantly disappeared from the spot.

Jing Shu ignored Tian Xun and continued walking towards the inner room. He should be waking up soon...

As soon as Jing Shu entered, he saw that Han Luo had already sat up, staring blankly at the quilt.

Jing Shu felt a sudden panic and quickly went over to Han Luo, sitting down on the edge of the bed and taking her hand in his. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

As soon as they shook hands, Jing Shu frowned slightly. "Why are your hands still so cold? Someone! Haven't the hot water bottles I asked you to prepare been ready yet?"

The servant at the door hurriedly took the hot water bottles that others had brought over, presented them to Jing Shu with both hands, and then withdrew.

Han Luo stared blankly at the warm hot water bottle that had suddenly appeared in his hands. He held the hot water bottle in his arms, and the person beside the bed placed their hands on the back of his hands. Another hot water bottle was placed at his feet, and his body gradually warmed up.

Jing Shu seemed to have thought of something, so he stood up again, walked to the table, poured a glass of warm water, and gently placed the teacup to Han Luo's lips, carefully feeding Han Luo the tea.

"Would you like some more?" Jing Shu asked gently as the glass was quickly emptied.

Han Luo shook his head. It seemed someone had given him water while he was asleep, so he wasn't very thirsty. He had just woken up, and his throat was dry; a glass of water would be enough to moisten it.

"I've had the servants make some stomach-soothing porridge, it will be served soon. If you're still feeling unwell, I'll call the physician over."

"No need," Han Luo said, stopping Jing Shu. Her voice had recovered considerably. "I feel fine."

Jing Shu felt a little relieved, then heard Han Luo speak again.

"You changed my clothes?"

Jing Shu's eyes darted away, as Han Luo's words brought him back to last night. At that time, he only felt heartache and didn't think about anything else. But now, the images that appeared in his mind just wouldn't go away.

"Hmm... those clothes were dirty, and there weren't any suitable clothes for you in the manor, so I took mine. Don't worry, it's never been worn."

Jing Shu tried to calm himself down and said in a normal tone, "Anyway, he's wearing a mask, so he can't see me."

What Jing Shu didn't expect was that his exposed ears were already bright red.

Han Luo looked at Jing Shu's ears, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh? I'm at ease? At ease with what?"

"Jing Shu, is my body beautiful?"

“Okay…no, I…” Jing Shu answered subconsciously, but then suddenly stopped.

Han Luo's sudden remark left Jing Shu completely flustered. Looking at Jing Shu's ears, which were so red they seemed to be bleeding, Han Luo felt inexplicably pleased.

That idiot wanted to humiliate him one last time before he died. He probably never expected to meet such an interesting person.

However, this mask is a bit of an eyesore...

"Jing Shu, my name is Han Luo." Han Luo took the initiative to change the subject and told Jing Shu her name, so as not to embarrass him to death.

"Yes! Hanluo, my name is Jingshu." Jingshu's voice suddenly became cheerful, without the previous awkwardness.

I like you! Do you like me?

As soon as he finished speaking, two people fell silent.

Hanluo was somewhat bewildered by Jingshu's change; how come he suddenly wasn't shy anymore?

“Ahem! What I mean is, you are mine.” Jing Shu coughed lightly and said seriously.

After speaking, Jing Shu fell silent once again.

Han Luo: "???"

Jing Shu suddenly stood up, seemingly unable to face Han Luo's curious gaze any longer, and chose to turn his back to Han Luo, as if to calm himself down.

"I just said it offhand, don't take it to heart."

"I didn't just say it offhand!" Jing Shu shouted, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

"After searching for so many years, how could it be just something I made up!" Jing Shu's voice became excited again.

When Jing Shu opened his mouth to speak, he quickly covered it, wanting to escape from here. However, he couldn't control his body, or rather, this was his true feeling.

Han Luo looked at Jing Shu, who was standing there motionless, tugged at his clothes, and gently pulled him back onto the bed.

Han Luo couldn't help but find it amusing, a slight smile playing on her lips. "You... like me? And you've been looking for me for so long?"

Seeing Han Luo smile, Jing Shu was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to his senses and nodded slightly, seemingly confirming which of Han Luo's questions Han Luo had asked.

"Then why did you say you were just talking nonsense?" Han Luo pinched Jing Shu's earlobe, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "This is even hotter than my hot water bottle!"

"You..." Jing Shu hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Don't you think my personality changed a little too quickly? Isn't it... strange?"

When his subordinates first learned that he was like this, they were all somewhat shocked, even fearful.

But why didn't he see these things in Han Luo's eyes? Wasn't he afraid?

"Is it strange?" Han Luo released Jing Shu's earlobe and turned to pinch Jing Shu's hand. Jing Shu's hand was also very warm. In short, it was much more fun than holding a hot water bottle.

"Mingming is so cute..."

Straightforward and pure, she has no reservations about liking herself, regardless of her physical appearance, she simply likes herself.

Han Luo had heard too many people say "I like you," and later she had also seen many people look at her with disgusting eyes because of her appearance.

But only Jing Shu's words were the most pleasant to hear, and only Jing Shu's gaze was the most tender.

Han Luo admitted that he had fallen for this person he had just met and didn't even know what he looked like.