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The guards who were listening with interest felt that a shadow had blocked their view of the sun. One of the guards raised his head and saw that Dongfang Ye had silently appeared behind the smiling guard with an ice-cold face.

The guard's body stiffened and the smile disappeared from his face. The guards at the side noticed his abnormality and raised their heads in puzzlement, as if someone had suddenly tapped on their acupoints, just like the guard just now.

The guard who had spoken didn't know that Dongfang Ye was still behind him, drooling as if he was unafraid of death.

The guards standing across from him looked at Dongfang Ye's darkening face, winking and winking, wanting to warn that guard.

They weren't afraid of that guard being punished, but they were afraid that all of them would be punished because of that idiot guard.

"What happened to you? Is there a cramp in your eye? " Unfortunately, that guard was very smart, and couldn't see through the warning from the guards at all.

When the guards heard this, they all scratched their heads, as if they were at a loss for words.

At this moment, the guard finally felt that something was wrong. Why did he feel a chill behind him? He turned around and saw Dongfang Ye's enlarged black face.

"Your Majesty." The guard was scared stiff as he fell to the ground, stuttering.

It's over, it's all over. After this, he actually talked about the prince's affairs in front of the prince. He really wanted to die.

"You guys are very free?" Dongfang Ye coldly swept his eyes over everyone.

"No!" Everyone shook their heads and replied in unison.

"Since all of you like to care so much about whatever is missing, go to the Compendium Pavilion and copy through all of the books. You are not allowed to leave the Compendium Pavilion until you have finished copying them." Dongfang Ye's voice didn't fluctuate at all.

The faces of the guards instantly changed. There were countless books in the Compendium Pavilion, and for them, a bunch of blade-wielding men, to copy the books, it would be better to just send them a saber.

Dongfang Ye didn't pay any attention to the bitter expressions of the guards. He looked at Ling Feng who was hiding in the crowd like a turtle, and lightly said, "Ling Feng, come over here."

Ling Feng walked out of the crowd with a bitter face, and under the sympathetic gaze of the guards, he entered the study with Dongfang Ye.

"Just now you were happy?" Dongfang Ye looked up and said to Ling Feng.

"None …" Ling Feng immediately waved his hand to show that he was not very happy, and even if he was, he would not say it out loud.

"Why do you want to run first?" Dongfang Ye looked coldly at Ling Feng. It seemed that he was too kind to him. Even the kind him dared to abandon him, so he ran away alone.

"Isn't it to create a chance for Master and Third Miss?" Ling Feng's face looked like he was being flirtatious, adamant on not admitting that he ran away out of fear.

"Create an opportunity? This grandpa will also create a chance for you to take off your clothes. " Dongfang Ye glanced at Ling Feng and said in a surprising manner.

"Master, what are you doing?" Ling Feng was so shocked that he covered his chest. His Royal Highness couldn't have become abnormal due to the stimulation, sex, taking, direction, and so on, right …

"Destroy your dirty thoughts for me. I don't want to take them off. I'll help you." Dongfang Ye could tell what Ling Feng was thinking at a glance. If this guy hadn't grown up with him, based on what he had done, if it were anyone else, they would have died a long time ago.

"Don't bother, I'll take it off." Ling Feng slowly began to remove his clothes, feeling extremely wronged.

"Please leave me some underwear!" Ling Feng, who was stripped down to his underpants, had an awkward expression and a pair of eyes filled with longing.

Dongfang Ye didn't say anything, and Ling Feng was overjoyed. This lord had silently agreed, he had finally protected his innocence.

"Prince, the cold water you asked for is here." The butler came in with a bucket of cold water. At this time, Ling Feng had already stripped down to his underwear and pants, and the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably. Then, he returned to his normal state, put down the basin and closed the door.

When masters work, it's better for servants like them not to talk too much.

Dongfang Ye waved his hand, and the originally warm water instantly turned cold. He then waved his hand and the water basin slowly rose up. Under Ling Feng's frightened gaze, it moved up to the top of Ling Feng's head.

Crash! * The water poured down and drenched Ling Feng, who was shivering from the cold.

"Stand here for a day and a night." Dongfang Ye ignored Ling Feng's aggrieved gaze because he had been frozen by Xia Sizhu for so long. If he didn't punish Ling Feng, then he wouldn't be aware of his mistake. Secondly, since he was being abused like that, he should find someone to take revenge.

Xia Sizhu? He was reluctant to part with it, and since the others had not made a mistake, there was no reason for him to punish them. Only Lingfeng was the most suitable.

More importantly, he only knew that he had been punished because he had talked about his master. In fact, it was only because Dongfang Ye had been angered by Xia Sizhu's punishment, so he was not angry, and he wanted to find someone to vent his anger. Unfortunately, the innocent Ling Feng did not even know the truth about his punishment.

Dongfang Ye felt that his head was a bit heavy, so he lay down on the bed in the study.

Who would have thought that just lying down like that, the usually strong and healthy Dongfang Ye would have a fever? Of course, most of the credit went to Xia Sizhu, who had listened to him just like that after giving Dongfang Ye a cold bath.

At dusk, when the steward came to ask if Dongfang Ye would like a meal, he noticed something strange about Dongfang Ye.

The butler quickly called for the doctor and led him to the study. When the doctor saw that Ling Feng was only wearing a pair of underpants with a face full of concern, he was stunned for a moment before regaining his composure.

"Your highness is depending on the doctor." The butler instructed the doctor again. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard a blood-curdling scream.

The housekeeper turned around and discovered that Dongfang Ye, who was on the bed, had somehow sat up at some point, and the one who had let out that miserable scream was that doctor.

"Let him out." Dongfang Ye coldly looked at the housekeeper. The pain from his head made his vision blur.

"Your Royal Highness, you have typhoid fever. You need a doctor to help you reduce it." The butler bravely said while facing the ice-cold gaze of Dongfang Ye.

"Who said that This King has typhoid fever? This King doesn't have it." Even if he felt unwell, Dongfang Ye didn't want to see a doctor. If he got typhoid fever, then he would see a doctor. If this got out, then where would his reputation go?

The Night King in typhoid fever was very willful, his eyes were filled with determination, and he believed that he did not have typhoid fever.

On one side, Dongfang Ye was unwilling to compromise. On the other side, the butler and Ling Feng were sweating profusely. They couldn't beat the prince, but they couldn't beat him either. What could they do …

Who knew how many times the steward had tried to get the doctor to get close to Dongfang Ye. Even though he was sad, Night King's reaction speed hadn't decreased at all. Every time the doctor tried to get close to Dongfang Ye, he was sent flying by a palm.

The night king of typhoid fever was not only willful, but also childish. This could not exclude the fact that Dongfang Ye's mind was being burnt …

The anxious butler accidentally saw Ling Feng giving him a wink, and while Dongfang Ye wasn't paying attention, the butler silently moved over.

"Butler, go quietly and invite the Prime Minister's daughter, Xia Sizhu, over. As long as you can invite her, master will definitely be obedient." Ling Feng looked at Dongfang Ye and said.

"Will that work?" The steward was puzzled. Could a woman make her master agree to treat an illness?

"Don't worry!" "Definitely." Ling Feng patted his chest and guaranteed.

Every time Xia Sizhu appeared, his master would be humiliated. Therefore, he believed that as long as his housekeeper could invite her, everything would be fine.

"Alright, for the sake of the prince, this old servant will risk his life to invite Miss Xia Qian over." The steward was determined to give it a try, regardless of whether it worked or not.

"Steward, don't worry. Lady Xia will not want your old life." Looking at the steward's death expression, Ling Feng could not help but laugh.

Patting the butler on the shoulder, Ling Feng put on a serious expression. Killing him might not be possible, but it was possible that he would be crippled. Of course, Ling Feng did not say that.

"Butler, remember, quietly and kindly invite Miss Xia over." After all, it was night time, so he could not be too blatant.