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Mengdie had no choice but to take a sip, smacked her lips, just watched, not wanting to take another sip, and raised her head pitifully to look at Ling Zimo who was staring at the side.
Ling Zimo couldn't resist her rare childlike gaze, sighed, took the cup in her hand, took a big sip himself, and put the cup away. Before Mengdie could react, he had already covered her lips with his mouth, and fed the tea in his mouth into her mouth bit by bit.
The two shared this bitter and astringent tea together, and couldn't help but continued to share a lingering deep kiss. It wasn't until Chuchun knocked on the door outside to announce that dinner was ready that he let her go out of breath. One of the two was sick and the other was wounded, their complexions were not pretty at first, but at this moment they were both stained with a blush at the same time.
Glancing at each other, Mengdie couldn't help but lower her head, the blush on her face deepened.
Ling Zimo saw it in his eyes, and chuckled: "It seems that this tea will be more effective if you drink it like this."
She couldn't help but cast a glance at him, extremely shy.
Mengdie had already had some soup before, and sat on the bed for more than half an hour, and she didn't feel any discomfort when she got out of bed. Because I slept for two full days, my spirit was much better.
On the contrary, it was Ling Zimo who came to another hospital part-time after being seriously injured, and had to arrange various affairs properly, and his face looked worse than her. He had only eaten a half of the dinner, and he was exhausted, so he took two more mouthfuls, and there was slight sweat on his forehead.
Seeing that his expression was not right, Mengdie stopped the tableware and said with concern: "Go and rest for a while!"
"No," Ling Zimo forced a smile, "I'll wait until you run out."
"Don't worry, I must eat well, eat more!" Mengdie knew what he wanted, smiled slightly, and said flatteringly.
Ling Zimo stared at her for a while, then nodded and said: "Okay, I'll go and rest for a while, and you eat slowly." He left the table and got up, but his body shook slightly.
Meng Die had sharp eyes and quick hands, and supported him.
Ling Zimo closed his eyes for a moment to settle down, opened them again, and forced a smile: "I've been running a lot these past two days, don't worry, just take a rest for a while." Then he patted her hand, gently Break free.
Mengdie winked at Chuchun, who was waiting on the side, and Chuchun understood, and stepped forward to support Ling Zimo.
The two were walking to the door, when he suddenly stopped, held the door, looked back at her, and said hesitantly: "Die'er, you won't leave again, will you?"
Mengdie smiled, but was on the verge of tears: "I'm not leaving, don't worry! I'll go see you after I finish my meal."
Ling Zimo smiled in relief, nodded, and finally went with Chuchun.
"Die'er, Die'er!" Ling Zimo exclaimed, sitting up suddenly, the wound on his shoulder and back was burning with pain, which made him gasp, and immediately woke up, only to realize that he was just dreaming.
However, after looking around, the heart that had just let go suddenly rose to the throat. It was pitch black outside the window, but the room was lit up like beans, and there was no one there. He was suddenly upset, and he was about to get out of bed after throwing off the quilt. Unexpectedly, with such a movement, the wound felt like a sharp tearing pain. For a while, the world was spinning, and the cold sweat was dripping on his forehead. He could only support the bedside and pant.
The door squeaked, and Mengdie came in with a water basin. Seeing him struggling to get up from the bed, she couldn't help being startled. What are you going to do? The wound is about to open again!"
Ling Zimo's lips turned pale from the pain, but he smiled weakly when he saw her: "I, I thought, you left again"
Mengdie was taken aback, feeling her nose sour, but said with a little reproach: "Even if you really left, what can you do with your current appearance?" As she spoke, she wanted to help him back to the bed.
He immediately held her hand tightly, his expression tense: "You, are you really going to leave again?"
She sighed softly, and said in a gentle voice: "Fool, if you say you don't leave, you don't leave. When have I lied to you?"
Only then did Ling Zimo relax.
Mengdie helped him to bed, but he couldn't lie on his back, he could only lie on his stomach with his head turned to one side. She inspected the wound on his back carefully and found that there was no blood seeping out, so she sighed: "You are still a general, don't you know that your wound is open? You are still busy and refuse to rest. You This injury, if you don't rest for half a month, it will definitely not heal." Then he touched his forehead: "It's still hot! Do you really think you are made of iron?"
It turned out that when she came over to visit him after dinner, she realized that the bandages on his back had turned red at some point, and he had a fever. When she cut the bandages, the wounds were indeed open again. Fortunately, there was no shortage of wound medicine in the other courtyard, so someone took the best Jinchuang medicine and applied it on him, and put on a clean bandage again.
Just tidying up just now, I saw that his whole body was soaked in sweat.?? wanted to get a basin of water to wipe him off, and after leaving for a while, he woke up.
Ling Zimo saw that Mengdie was guarding the side, his heart was at ease, and he felt that the wound didn't hurt so much. At this time, he smiled and said: "But I am a real general! I didn't suffer any kind of injury on the battlefield back then, and I don't have any injuries now. Okay? This little injury is nothing to worry about, as long as you are by my sideyou have worked hard" He said and took her hand again.
Mengdie laughed: "Could it be that as long as I'm with you, the wound will be healed?" She said and broke away from his hand, "You're wet, I'll wipe it for you, and change into clean clothes!"
Ling Zimo was pushed away by her, and he felt a hundred and a thousand reluctance in his heart. Hearing that she wanted to wipe himself, his eyes lit up again: "Oh? Is the princess going to serve the king herself?"
Mengdie could not help but blushed when she heard the slight romantic meaning in his words, and spat at him angrily: "Prince Yu forgot, I am not your concubine now! It is natural for a slave to serve the prince. What happened!" said in his mouth, and he came to the bed with a water basin in his hand.
"Die'er," he suddenly withdrew his smile, wanted to grab her hand but failed, he could only grab her skirt and said apologetically, "About the abolished concubine, I"
Mengdie smiled lightly, and patted his hand lightly: "Okay, I know." As she spoke, she took out the towel and wrung it dry, and said, "If I am no longer favored, and I am no longer a princess, Firstly, it can reduce the leverage of my father and the emperor to threaten you, and secondly, it can also make Rufei believe that I will not become your weakness, so naturally she will not want to kill me."
"Weakness?" Ling Zimo froze, "Concubine Ru ever looked for you?"
She gently went to untie his underwear, and said nonchalantly: "On the day of Rufei's birthday banquet, you have been to Yuehua Palace, right? I was in a small room next to yours at that time"
Ling Zimo was silent for a moment, then suddenly clenched his fist and slammed it on the bed. There was a loud "bang", which startled Mengdie. He gritted his teeth and burst out two words: "Ru, my concubine!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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