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"According to this prescription, boil the medicine three times a day, and you have to take it for half a month. You can't stop until you can move your fingers." When Murong Qianjue became serious, he was no different from Zongzheng Fusu. Many times Jinqiu didn't notice anything unusual.
With a swipe of the pen, he drew a few more strokes on the paper with his slender fingers, and handed another prescription to Jinqiu, "This is a medicine for external application. Change it every two days. When the wound is itchy, you can stop it." .”
"Yes!" Jin Qiu nodded again and again, grateful, "Thank you, my lord!"
"It's impossible." Murong Qianjue stood up indifferently, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "This king did all this for the sake of the princess."
"Yes... yes, that's natural." Jin Qiu's face was full of smiles.
Murong Qianjue pushed the door open, Ye Anning was the only one left at the door.
"Master, where is Wan Yun?" Murong Qianjue's voice involuntarily turned cold.
He was in the room just now, and he was so focused on stitching up Jin Qiu's fingers that he only listened to some of what Dongfang Jing said to Ye Anning outside the room...
"Wanyun is not in good health, so I went to the firewood room and is making medicine." Ye Anning smiled, "I was thinking, she wants to recuperate her body, and she is going to have a baby earlier. You have been married for so long, so this Wan Yun's stomach has not moved..."
"You want a child? You told her?!" Before Ye Anning could finish his sentence, Murong Qianjue interrupted him sharply.
She was slightly startled, and nodded involuntarily, "Yes... I just mentioned the child to her."
"Damn it!" Murong Qianjue lost his usual patience and was not as free and easy as before. He kicked over the large water tank at the door with one kick. An Ning's skirt was covered with mud.
Ye Anning froze in place, completely unable to understand why he was so angry.
Doesn't he want to have a baby with Wan Yun
But he... he is obviously very caring and considerate to Wan Yun! Is what I saw just now an illusion? !
"Which way is Chaifang going?" Murong Qianjue had already reacted and cast a cold glance at her.
Ye Anning was shocked by that cold gaze, and pointed him in a direction in a panic.
Murong Qian didn't stop at all, like the wind was blowing on the soles of his feet, he immediately walked towards the woodshed.
Inside the woodshed.
The medicine that Ah Huai brought was washed by Dongfang Jing and boiled in a medicine pot. After thinking about it later, she felt that it was not enough, so she added double the amount of medicine.
Watching the stove, Dongfang Jing's face was flushed red.
At her feet, a piece of paper was crumpled into a ball.
After a while, the soup in the medicine pot began to boil, and a strong and pungent smell came oncoming.
Dongfang Jing slightly hooked the corners of her lips, then took the medicine pot and carefully poured the soup into the bowl.
Facing the pitch-black bowl of concoction, Dongfang Jing was stunned for a while, then raised her head, and was about to drink it up in one gulp!
Just at this time, there was a loud bang, and the door of the firewood room was kicked open from the outside to the inside!
Murong Qianjue tore off the mask irritably, walked in front of Dongfang Jing with a gloomy face, and grabbed the medicine bowl from her hand with a swipe of his palm.
"Give it back to me! That's my medicine!" Dongfang Jing's expression was startled, and she finally came to her senses, and raised her eyes to meet those angry star eyes!
Murong Qianjue put the medicine bowl on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, his face became colder and colder, he taunted the corner of his mouth, "Post-mortem medicine? Huh?"