For older generation soldiers and revolutionaries like Nalanting, the word "Loyalty" is the soul, and the word "Jun" is the heaven.

He wiped Qingmu's whole body clean and changed all his clothes.

Although the room here is not exposed to sunlight, it is also small and has all the internal organs, one bedroom, one living room, and one bathroom, and also has its own kitchenette.

With all kinds of daily necessities, he can also choose whether to order each meal or send fresh ingredients to make it by himself.

In addition to darkness and being detained, the treatment given to him by Yun Danxi is the best among the people who are locked in this death row.

Jingxing looked at the handsome and extraordinary face of the young man in front of him, he began to recall his Majesty Lodgeb's pair of black and shiny eyes. He wondered whether this crown prince also had such wise and profound eyes.

He rang the bell and asked the guards for pork liver and red beans, and a series of dishes.

He was originally from Ning Guo, and all the people of Ning Guo all used medicinal food as their food. He did little in the past, but he still understood a little.

Qingmeng woke up, the aroma of food was lingering in the tip of his nose. His eyes touched the round ceiling lamp. He suddenly realized that this was not the small forbidden room he had just been thrown into. There was a noise not far away. He looked sideways and saw an old man nearly 70 years old standing next to the stove. There was a small casserole on the stove, as if he was cooking something.

He looked at the white plastic boards around him again and suddenly realized: "Did I move from next door?"

The old man paused and turned around. His weather-beaten eyes met the unfathomable black pupils and walked over excitedly: "Your Highness the Prince!"

Admiration: "..."

How to explain this? Although the family has decided to understand it, it has not been officially announced to the world yet!

The boy was so hungry that he was dizzy. The sticky body was wiped clean. He also changed into a very refreshing and comfortable pure cotton pajamas. He stared at the pot of things, looked at the old man in front of him, and smiled: "Just Grandpa Nalan calls me to admire him. I am the third son of Emperor Linglie. Thank you for taking care of me."

Nalanting stood aside and carefully observed the expression of the boy in front of him.

The boy's face was still childish, and his voice seemed to be during the boy's normal voice change period, but it sounded very nice and calm.

He looked only in his teenage years, but the light in his eyes seemed sophisticated and scheming. He didn't look like a teenage prince who grew up in a pampered place in the palace, but rather like a little fox.

Nalan Ting was very accurate in seeing people. Recalling that the doctor had said before that the boy attacked him to save His Highness Qingya. Isn’t that his granddaughter?

His granddaughter is also seventeen years old and he is dedicated to teaching him to grow up. The boy in front of him is indeed a man worth entrusting for life.

Even though Nalanting thought a lot, he was confused, but he didn't dare to be determined rashly.

He held Qingmu and sat down slowly, put a pillow behind him, and said, "Your Highness's wound has been treated. The doctor will come to give you an infusion tonight. The commonly used anti-inflammatory drugs have been prescribed, and the urgently used pain relief and the fever has been prescribed. I fryed you a little pig liver, boiled red date soup, and cooked rice. My skills are not very good, and I don't know what Your Highness likes to eat, so..."

"Grandpa Nalan."

Qingmu was helpless. She sat up behind her and realized that the gun hole on her calf was particularly painful, even more painful than the one on the next door.

He grabbed Nalan Ting's hand, with serious pupils and gentle tone: "Grandpa Nalan, your contribution to Ningguo is far above that of the younger generation. Now that we are trapped in a small area, don't talk about these vulgar rituals of the monarch and ministers. The younger generation is just a 17-year-old yellow-haired boy who is just a fledgling cottage. It is the blessing and luck of the younger generation to take care of the younger generation like this. Thanks to Grandpa Nalan, we will be a pair of good brothers who are forgot about their age before going out."

Nalanting seemed a little surprised.

When he looked at Qingming, his heart was full of doubts: the boy was injured and was still calm when he was shot and detained. Instead, he was calm and calm, without the airs of a prince, and even called his grandfather intimately.

"Your Highness, I took the initiative to ask, I heard from the doctor before, you rescued my granddaughter Qingya?"

"right."

Qingmu smiled, and it turned out that the name of the fake Lingling was Qingya.

He let go of Nalan Ting's hand and said, "But Grandpa Nalan, don't misunderstand, I have a lover. The one who loves Miss Qingya is my second emperor brother. Qingya pretended to be Zhang Ling and approached my second emperor brother, and went to the bedroom to be an undercover agent. However, Grandpa Nalan has good education. She never did anything to hurt Ningguo and the royal family. When we discovered her identity, she ran away by herself. Worrying about the safety of her family, she returned here desperately. My second emperor brother fell in love with her, and I couldn't bear it as a brother, so I was able to accompany him."

Nalanting brought Qingmu a cup of warm milk, first letting him warm his stomach, and then while cooking, Qingmu talked about the whole story of the action.

Nalanting would ask a few questions from time to time.

Here, they were not worried about Yun Danxi's surveillance, or someone eavesdropping, because they were already prisoners under the jail. Besides, what they said was not secret, but something that Yun Danxi could guess.

As a prime minister who has been in power for more than 20 years, Nalan Ting's great talent and demeanor are deeply influenced by admiration.

Although Qingmu was smart, he did not understand the political principles in the court. Nalan Ting told Qingmu little by little about his experience over the years.

The two of them talked about before and after meals, until dusk, and until dinner.

Qingmu felt that Nalanting was a living encyclopedia in the officialdom. It would be better if he had the honor to be with him now that he was not in vain for two bullets!

Ningguo, Crescent Bay.

When Qiao Yekang's car parked steadily by the lake, Shi Qingya stared at the scenery outside the window, sighing as if she was a different world.

Last night, under the protection of two soldiers, she and Qinglan were on the boat down the river, worried all the way but were safe. Seeing the Ningguo soldiers coming to pick them up, Shi Qingya and Qinglan had to sigh at Qing's precise deployment.

The soldiers picked them up on land and sent them back to the border camp. Qiao Yekang also arrived at the local area when it was almost dawn and drove them on the highway back to the capital. After nearly a day of walking, he arrived at Crescent Bay.

Along the way, Qinglan sheds so many tears. She took Qiao Yekang's cell phone and fought back to Ling Lie, saying that he wanted to go back to save Qingmu.

Ling Lie's phone call was about to be blew up, but Ling Lie still ordered Qiao Yekang to lock the car door and take Qinglan and Shi Qingya back to the capital before talking!
Chapter completed!