"Yuan Feijing, are you free?" Long Qian looked back and stood up.
The carriage shook for some unknown reason, and her legs were already feeling uncomfortable. One of them lost her balance and fell straight backwards.
Chu Dongling reached out with his long arms and held her in his arms.
"I'm tired, let's rest for a while."
Long Qian pulled his shoulders and stood up again.
It was rare that this guy didn't tell lies about her deliberately throwing himself into his arms, and she didn't want to be on the same page with him.
"Not tired!"
She let go of his clothes and returned to her seat.
"Long Qian, when will the camera be made?" Yuan Feijing seemed to be very interested in what Long Qian had said.
"How can I have time?" Long Qian pursed her lips, "Don't make any noise! Hurry up and grind."
When she saw Qing'er mixing potions before, she thought it was very simple, but now it was her turn to realize how difficult it was.
She had to start all over again if she made a small mistake, and she had to tense up throughout the whole process. This felt really bad.
Yuan Feijing knew that Long Qian was not easy, so she quietly grinded the medicine without disturbing him again.
After a while, the instrument sounded the alarm again.
The two women who were standing working looked at the person sitting on the low bench at the same time.
I saw King Ling carefully opening the cloth bag and scooping out a spoonful of medicinal powder.
I don't know if it was because of my nervousness, but I sprinkled a small amount of medicinal powder on the ground.
But at least he safely fed the powder into the instrument so that the instrument could operate normally.
King Ling put the cap on the instrument, lowered his eyes, moved his legs, and kicked away the scattered powder.
"cough……"
When Chu Dongling coughed slightly and turned back, Long Qian and Yuan Feijing looked away at the same time and continued what they were doing.
It was the first time Yuan Feijing saw Prince Ling looking like this, and she really wanted to laugh.
When she couldn't hold it any longer, she increased the intensity of grinding to relieve the embarrassment.
Long Qian thought of Prince Ling's helpless eyes, and finally felt better.
He is such a strong person, he shouldn't let anything happen to him, right?
If it weren't for the fact that the method of transporting energy and detoxifying could not be interrupted once started, she would also like to think of another way.
"Didn't Gui Mi say she has the antidote? Why don't you try it?" Long Qian suddenly asked softly.
Yuan Feijing looked up to see that she was still mixing the potion and looked away.
"She can't be trusted."
Nie Qingqing said that no one except Long Qian has the ability to control the prince.
This little girl is really lucky that even Prince Ling listens to her words.
I hope the prince can survive this disaster, and I hope Long Qian's hidden illness can be cured.
Long Qian just asked casually. She was not at ease with a complete stranger.
But if Chu Dongling is really in danger, at least there is another option, right?
The carriage continued to move forward, and the people in it kept repeating almost the same thing.
In the evening, the carriage finally stopped.
"Your Majesty, we are here." Nie Qingqing opened the curtain of the carriage.
In order not to arouse suspicion, only the four of them went out today.
As soon as the curtain was lifted, Long Qian couldn't help but shrink his neck: "Wow! It's really cold."
A furry cloak was wrapped around her body, but it still couldn't dispel her coldness.
She looked back at Chu Dongling and took off her cloak.
"I told you not to catch a cold or catch a cold, why didn't you listen? You can wear it, I have my own clothes."
"Long Qian, come here quickly." Yuan Feijing opened a box, "Put some more warmth on the baby before going out."
"I told you not to come, but you insist on coming. Do you think this is Hantan?"
"We haven't gone down to the valley yet. Once we go down, you will know what the biting winter is."
