Shui Lian struggled hard and escaped from his arms, with her heart beating and panting, and said angrily: "Your Majesty, what are you doing? Go out..." Seeing that the emperor was not moving, she reached out and pushed him, and he grabbed her hand.
,She said angrily: "Okay, if you don't leave, I'll leave..."
She said and struggled hard. The emperor's injured right leg was touched, and it hurt violently. She couldn't hold her back for a while and had to let go immediately. [】Shui Lian rushed out in anger: "Okay, you have to stay."
, I will give this place to you..." She ran out quickly, listening to his shout behind him, "Little Devil..."
She was unmoved and was about to run out of the door. His voice was faint, like a child who had suffered all his grievances: "Little devil...my legs hurt so much..."
This "little devil" touched the softest feelings in the heart, full of incomparable deep feelings, and the most beautiful and gentle emotions in the past.
He was injured in his right leg. In the past, he was in the capital. He could have said that there was a palace maid and imperial doctor taking care of him, but now? Who can take care of him now? She suddenly turned around and saw that the emperor squatted down at the door of the cottage and covered his right leg.
, in a very painful state. She hurried back, helped him up, and asked anxiously: "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
"The wound on my leg was stretched, it hurts so much..."
Under the light, she saw a layer of sweat faintly on his forehead, her eyebrows were tangled together, and it was obviously painful, so she hurriedly helped him up and lie on her bed. As soon as she got close to the bed, the emperor breathed a sigh of relief. She had just
He was about to turn around, his hand was tightly held, and his voice was weak: "Little devil, don't leave..."
She brushed away his hand: "I'll show you the wound first..."
He hesitated for a moment before letting go. Although he closed his eyes, he turned his body and faced her direction, listening carefully to her footsteps. Shuilian didn't even look at his small movements and quickly exposed them to the corner table.
Open the lid and brought a bowl. The pounded medicinal powder was in it. She took it quickly, washed her hands, grabbed the medicinal powder and applied it carefully. The herbs were put into the skin, and the emperor calmed down.
Lie quietly, motionless, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. The hands that applied medicine to him were so gentle and smooth, gently brushing through the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. How could the imperial doctors compare to this kind of care?
No one in the world can compare to it. What's more, she had already prepared ointments in her house, and obviously she was worried about herself and caring about herself every day.