Wen Rongjun couldn't believe it, this wound wasn't considered an injury, it was just a scratch, how could it be as serious as he said
She was about to raise her hand to touch it, but Gu Linchao held her hand, "It's been medicated, don't touch it."
Wen Yunlong raised his face and said, "You scared me, didn't you? The wound is so shallow, and I'm still so young, so I can recover quickly."
Gu Linchao's eyes fell on her bright wrist held by him, he paused, let go of his hand, put his hand behind his back, and said without looking away: "This king is not scaring you, but it may make the wound not grow well."
"Oh." Wen Rongjun shrugged, she didn't care too much about this wound, it would be fine on both sides.
Seeing her standing there, Gu Linchao had no intention of leaving, thought for a while, and asked, "Are you thirsty, do you want a cup of tea?"
Wen Yung was stunned for a moment, then licked her lower lip subconsciously, "Okay, Lord Lao, pour me a glass." It's okay that I didn't pay attention just now, but when she heard him talking about it now, she felt that she was indeed thirsty, so she changed her mind and said, "I want water, not tea."
Gu Linchao rolled his Adam's apple, didn't say anything, and went to help her pour a glass of water.
Wen Ronglong took it, gulped it down, and drank it all in one go.
"Thank you, my lord, the concubine is going back first." Wen Rong put the empty cup on the table, said to Gu Linchao, and then left.
"You..." Gu Linchao shouted a word, then stopped.
"Is there anything else you can do, my lord?" Wen Rong stopped and turned around suspiciously.
"It's nothing." Gu Linchao's black eyes were slightly closed, and his voice was cold.
"Oh." Just as Wen Yunjun was about to leave, he thought of something and reminded him, "I remember to drink the ginseng soup later, so you must drink it while it's hot."
Gu Linchao thought for a while, sighed, and persuaded: "I understand your intentions, but don't cook it again in the future. The taste... I don't like it very much."
Hearing this, Wen Yung's shoulders slumped, "Is the ginseng soup cooked by my concubine not to the prince's taste?"
Seeing her like this, Gu Linchao subconsciously said against his will: "That's not the case, your cooking is naturally delicious, but I don't like the taste of ginseng..."
As soon as Wen Rongyong heard it, his face immediately turned cloudy. He thought he understood what he meant, and said empathetically, "I understand, next time put less ginseng, and I promise you won't be able to drink ginseng." smell."
Hearing this, Gu Linchao didn't know what to say, and couldn't bear to dampen her enthusiasm too much. After thinking about it, he nodded with a heavy expression, "Okay." Forget it, she can cook whatever she likes, as long as she likes it!
At most, he would eat a few more candied fruit after drinking it.
Seeing his dignified expression, Wen Rongyong said a little playfully, "Why does your lord have such an expression? It seems like he is facing some difficult decision."
"It's nothing. You go back, the king is going to the study." Gu Linchao said, thinking of something, and handed her the porcelain bottle on the table, "This medicine was specially prepared by the military doctor when the king was at the border. Wang made it, it has a miraculous effect on wound healing, you can take it."
Wen Rongjun was stunned for a moment, and asked: "Was the prince often injured before?" After finishing speaking, he felt that he had asked a stupid question. Swords and swords have no eyes on the battlefield. No matter how powerful Gu Linchao is, he will be injured sometimes.
"It's okay." Gu Linchao said lightly.
"Oh, that concubine has gone back." After Wen Rongjun finished speaking, he left the West Garden.
Gu Linchao stood for a while before going to the study.
Wang Houde had already returned, and when he saw him coming in, he said: "Master, the slave has brought the chicken soup, you can drink it while it's hot." Then he took the ginseng soup out of the food box and brought it to him.
Looking at the ginseng soup in the bowl, Gu Linchao frowned.
He had just asked Wang Houde to bring the soup here in front of Wen Rongjun. He originally planned to let Wang Houde drink it for him, but thinking of the eagerness of the girl in the West Garden, he couldn't bear to brush her kindness.