It was okay for Qingge not to say this, but once she said it, Feng Liye felt the blood in her chest surge wildly.
This time, I really couldn't hold it down anymore, and with a "wow" sound, I opened my mouth and a mouthful of blood came out!
His son, the majestic God of War, the God of Killing who was feared by everyone on the battlefield, had to rely on a woman to protect him today. It was simply shameful!
How can a grown man be robbed by a woman just because he is good-looking? That is clearly a humiliation to him!
The most angry person was himself, for letting himself fall into such a humiliating situation!
"Master!" Seeing Feng Liye vomiting blood, Feng Zao was so anxious that his heart hurt!
Although what Princess Ninth said was really unpleasant, she was right in what she said. How much blood can a person have?
This blood has been vomiting all the time. The Ninth Princess was so angry that she vomited blood since last night. Until now, I don’t know how much I have vomited.
If he continues to vomit like this, can the prince survive?
Chu Qingge also didn't expect that his casual words would make him so angry.
Isn't it just a joke? Why are you so serious?
Really, he vomited blood all over his face, and looked stubborn and weak, which made people feel heartbroken for no reason.
"Let him sit down."
Feng Zao immediately obeyed her instructions and helped Feng Liye sit on the chair.
Qingge walked over quickly, took out her needle bag, and pulled open Feng Liye's clothes.
There was clearly a silver needle stuck to his fingertips, but when he saw the wounds on his chest, his eyes became inexplicably hot.
This man has injuries all over his body. These scars make people feel uncomfortable every time they look at them.
How did you survive after suffering so many injuries on the battlefield?
Qingge finally gathered his thoughts and raised the needle with his hand, using the silver needle to seal several large acupuncture points on his chest.
Feng Liye only felt that the suffocation in her chest that could not be vented seemed to be relieved after she took the needle.
Chu Qingge's long fingers rubbed the acupuncture points on his chest, bit by bit, rubbing away his blood stasis.
That pale face finally regained a little color.
Feng had long known that only the ninth princess could cure the prince!
If they can reconcile and stop being angry at each other, the prince's injury will surely heal quickly.
Chu Qingge put the needle bag back and was about to get up.
Suddenly, Feng Liye grabbed her wrist.
"What to do?" Qingge frowned, and her face suddenly turned ugly: "I only saved you because you are the God of War of my Chu country. Don't think that I really want to have any entanglement with you!"
Fenghaya was sighing in his heart.
It's really not easy for them to reconcile.
Both of them have such strong tempers!
Feng Liye held her wrist firmly and stared at her face with a gaze that seemed as fierce as fire, but also as cold as ice.
"What else do you know that I don't know?"
"What does it have to do with you?" What if you know? So what if you don't know? What does it have to do with him?
Feng Liye was still so angry that she coughed several times, her voice smelling like blood.
This damn woman has always been like this!
But why is she becoming more and more mysterious? More and more difficult to see through?
The five fingers holding her wrist were tightening continuously, and the depression between his brows never dissipated.
Chu Qingge had no patience and swung it hard.
Unexpectedly, the prince was a little "weak" at this time, and he was almost thrown off the chair by her.
"you!"
He really wanted to yell, damn woman never wanted to make things easier for him!
Don't you know that his blood is still boiling?
However, scolding was not what Prince Li was good at. In the end, he just squeezed her hand tightly, his eyes filled with a glacier-like aura.
"Since the princess has won the game, should I take my prince back to bed with me now? Lie under you and serve him?"
He suddenly pulled hard, and Qingge, who was caught off guard, was pulled into his arms and fell straight on top of him!
A low voice fell from above the head: "You dare to say but not do it? Huh?"
