Dongfang Jing glanced under the bed, then nodded thoughtfully, "You're right."
Immediately, she turned back again, tore off a quilt on the bed, covered the two men under the bed, and said with a smile, "It's fine, I won't catch a cold."
The corners of Dongmei's mouth trembled, she felt that she must have been delusional just now. Her master was so rude to the Second Prince Chu, how could he allow the Second Prince Chu to kiss her? really? kindness! It must be fake!
Dongfang Jing and Dongmei immediately entered Chuning's military tent.
Yin Xi was really good at handling things, so he placed Yu Chizhen in this military tent. There was a distance of about three or two meters between the two beds, and they could only look at each other from a distance.
Both of them were bruised and bruised, the only difference was that Chu Ning had taken the medicine given by Chu Xuan and passed out early in the morning, unconscious, while Yu Chizhen was sober and bound by chains. The most ironic thing is that the chain was tied to his right foot, and it was also connected to a copper pillar, but in the wilderness, the copper pillar was not fixed, but stood beside Chuning's bed! As long as Yuchi really struggled a little, the copper pillar would fall down, and Chu Ning would die instantly!
Dongfang Jing sent back all the Chu people and military doctors.
Dongmei couldn't help sighing, lowered her voice and said, "Master, this Second Prince Chu really knows how to play!"
Dongfang Jing shook her head helplessly, since her sister was injured like this, Chu Xuan was already kind-hearted in not killing Yu Chizhen, if she didn't let him vent, I'm afraid she would be suffocated.
"Chu Xuan! Let go of me! Let go of me—" Yu Chizhen growled at Dongfang Jing.
As soon as Dongfang Jing looked back, she coldly gouged him out, and that look was extremely stern.
Yuchi's aura immediately weakened, and he no longer had the confidence, begging, "It's my fault, this king failed Chu Ning! Please, let this king look at her again..."
"If I knew this earlier, why did I do it in the first place?" Dongfang Jing snorted coldly, ignored him, and walked straight to Chuning's bedside.
"Master, your medicine box." Dongmei hurriedly handed over the things.
Dongfang Jing checked Chuning's forehead carefully, and hurriedly said, "Go and fetch the medicinal wine from the table! This Chu man's military doctor is so sloppy, he didn't even clean up the rotten meat powder from the wound!"
"Yes." Dongmei got up in a hurry, and hurriedly moved the altar of girl red on the table over.
Dongfang Jing soaked the dagger in the wine jar for a while, and then put it on the candle to roast it. The flames rose up suddenly, which scared Dongmei.
Dongfang Jing calmly pushed aside the broken hair on Chuning's forehead, then exposed the large piece of rotten flesh on her forehead, and carefully peeled off a small layer of flesh on top.
Dongmei saw cold sweat dripping from her forehead, and quickly reached out to wipe it off for her.
Dongfang Jing applied the herbs prepared in advance to Chuning, and wrapped her up with gauze. Afterwards, she took out the ice muscle repair cream and carefully applied it on the knife mark on Chuning's right cheek.
Dongmei pointed at Chuning's forehead, and said a little sadly, "Master, is such a big scar okay?"
"It won't heal for a while, of course. When the scab forms and falls off, I then use the ice muscle repairing cream and apply it over and over again. It can take two years at least, or ten years at most... the scar will eventually fade away. Yes. It's just..." Dongfang Jing's voice paused, "The wound in her heart will never heal."
"And what about her right hand?"