Yuntian Yi wished that his body was filled with sharp arrows now, it would be better than others knowing that he fell because of his weak feet.
"I'm fine!" A generation of fierce generals covered their hearts and stood up.
He coughed lightly, put down his hands, held his head high, and left.
The guards looked at each other for a while, without saying anything, and suddenly turned around and jumped back to their posts.
Long Qian leaned forward and stretched his neck.
Did Yuntianyi fall down just now? I am so curious and want to go out and have a look. What should I do?
Chu Dongling looked at the woman lying on the table looking out, and the cold air dissipated unconsciously.
Her eyes are beautiful, her skin is nice, her lips...
Thinking of that softness, Chu Dongling's Adam's apple rolled slightly and his nerves became a little tense.
"My lord, did you hear that just now?" Long Qian looked away and blinked, "Did Yuntianyi fall?"
"Isn't his martial arts very good? Under what circumstances would you masters fall?"
She wanted to laugh. Not only did Yun Tianyi fall, he also seemed to be surrounded by many experts.
Is there any funny picture?
After Long Qian loosened her clothes just now, she casually lifted it and walked in. It was just a little touch on her shoulder, but she didn't care.
After some tossing, the clothes slid down quietly.
Chu Dongling remained silent because his eyes were locked on the clothes she was about to slip off.
The moment his clothes slipped off, his whole body tensed up and he frowned.
"You came here specifically to seduce me?" He snorted coldly and stood up.
Long Qian reacted, pulled up his clothes, stood up, and chased after him: "You're injured, let me see."
"The king is not injured."
Just as Chu Dongling was about to walk into the inner room, Long Qian pulled up the hem of his clothes.
"Where's the injury? Let me see."
There was pain flashing through his eyes just now, and she could see it clearly.
He was injured, not seriously.
Chu Dongling grabbed Long Qian's wrist and pulled her into the inner room.
"If this king hadn't made people publicize that he was going to die soon, would you be willing to come back?"
"Now that you're back." He threw her onto the bed and leaned closer, "Don't leave tonight and warm up my body, how about that?"
When Long Qian reacted, one of her legs had already been restrained by him.
"Chu Dongling, what did you say?" She frowned and pushed his steel-like arm.
"In order for me to come back on my own initiative, you deliberately spread rumors that you were seriously injured?"
"Don't you know who you are? Don't you worry about others taking advantage of your illness to take advantage of you..."
Long Qian didn't say the last word "fate", but she seemed to understand what he meant.
"Since the prince needs me so much, I will stay."
Long Qian pushed Chu Dongling's hands away, got off the bed, supported him, and asked him to sit down.
Sure enough, the bedding was all messed up.
He heard her voice and went out of the room to read, trying to deceive her too?
Long Qian's eyes returned to the somewhat messy mattress, and he supported Chu Dongling with a little force.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I won't leave tonight."
By trumpeting that he was seriously injured, and even saying that he was about to die soon, others would not suspect that he was really injured, right?
Who is King Ling? If he was really seriously injured, how could anyone let the news spread?
There is a lot of commotion outside now, and the fact is that this is also a way for King Ling to conceal his illness.
People who are more cautious will think that King Ling is deliberately spreading rumors, and for the time being, they will not act rashly.
"Be good!" Long Qian leaned over and touched Chu Dongling's cold mask.
"Have a good rest. I'll clean up and come back to serve you."
