After Su Luo cleaned herself up, she took clean clothes from the space and put them on.
The wind and frost have been washed away, and the whole person looks brand new.
During this process, Nangong Liuyun kept smiling and looking at Su Luo.
Seeing her alive like this was full of happiness for him.
At this time, Su Luo walked behind Nangong Liuyun and said in a soft voice: "It may hurt a little when applying the medicine."
Su Luo cleaned herself up before applying medicine to him, because she was afraid that the dust she brought along the way would contaminate him.
Nangong Liuyun chuckled and shook his head: "Can it be more painful than cold poison?"
Thinking of Nangong Liuyun's cold poison, Su Luo felt pain in her heart again.
Why is her Nangong so troubled...
The reason why Nangong Liuyun's injury could not be healed for a long time was because Her Majesty the Queen invaded her Yuan Power in his wound and forcibly destroyed his body.
Su Luo understands this, and Nangong Liuyun knows it even better.
Seeing the scarlet whip marks on Nangong Liuyun's flawless back, Su Luo felt extremely distressed.
Cold fingertips tremblingly touched the bright red wounds.
In Su Luo's hand, there is an imperial coagulant left by her master, which is very effective in treating trauma.
However, since it is not a symptomatic medicine, it is just that.
If Her Majesty the Queen's remaining Yuan Power is not resolved, this Yuan Power will spread unchecked in Nangong Liuyun's body, destroying his body again and again.
Nangong Liuyun smiled faintly: "Misfortune is the basis of blessing. Maybe this time we can get a blessing in disguise."
"I'll be thankful if you can heal the injury." Su Luo didn't have any hope for this.
Nangong Liuyun smiled noncommittally.
Her Majesty the Queen's Yuan Power is a great tonic. When it is used for her own use, her strength will increase greatly, if not skyrocketing.
Su Luo helped Nangong Liuyun apply the medicine and wash her hands.
Someone from Nangong held her hand and walked back to the hall.
On the dining table in the hall, there is colorful golden pheasant shredded porridge cooked by Su Luo.
It looks soft and waxy, and has a hint of fragrance. Just by smelling it, you can tell that it must taste great.
"Eat quickly." Su Luo took a pair of chopsticks and handed them to him.
Su Luo served her well, but Nangong Liuyun changed her mind.
"I won't eat." He put down his chopsticks and looked at Su Luo with a deep look.
Those beautiful eyes looked at her like this.
Su Luo sighed, sat down next to him, and asked softly: "Then what do you have to do to make you willing to eat?"
Su Luo felt like she was coaxing a child.
"Unless you feed me." Nangong Liuyun crossed his arms and raised his chin arrogantly.
Su Luo glanced at him angrily: "Don't you have hands yourself?"
Nangong Liuyun turned his head, glared at Su Luo aggrievedly, and then turned away silently.
That little look was like a angry little kid, with a hint of grievance.
"I'm still a patient..." He pursed his lips and muttered softly.
Thinking of the shocking whip wounds on his back, Su Luo's heart softened instantly.
"Okay, okay, I'll feed you, is that okay?" Su Luo smiled bitterly, shook her head, and began to serve the big child.
Su Luo scooped up a spoonful of colorful golden pheasant shredded porridge and handed it to Nangong Liuyun's mouth: "Young Master, please drink the porridge."
Seeing the teasing look in Su Luo's eyebrows, Nangong Liuyun snorted and did not open his mouth.
Su Luo sighed helplessly: "My Lord, what's wrong with you?"