Qing'er took a step forward, stretched out his hand to check his breath, then looked back at the woman and said, "Master, he is already dead."
The leader of Nandu sighed slightly, "Clean up the corpse and send someone to throw it to the edge of Chishui."
"Your subordinate understands." Qing'er comforted, "Master, you don't have to be too sad. Uncle Zhao died for the great cause of restoring the country. He deserved his death and died willingly! If it was him, the subordinate would be unambiguous. What's more, when he escaped from the palace, he was seriously injured, it was the master who saved him, so he can be regarded as repaying the master for saving his life."
The leader of Nandu lowered his eyes slightly.
The next morning.
Murong Qianjue made red bean and red date porridge, and squatted at Dongfang Jing's door early in the morning, saying that she was short of energy and needed to replenish her blood.
Dongfang Jing was very embarrassed.
She had her period, and Jin Qiu took the dirty underwear to wash yesterday. It's just that she didn't expect that the other party would even notice this kind of thing...
Murong Qianjue put the red bean and red date porridge in front of her. Although he was in the cold wind for a long time in the early morning, the porridge was still steaming.
Jin Qiu gave Dongfang Jing a look, "Girl, you can take a sip quickly. 'His Royal Highness King Ning' kept the porridge in his arms, so he didn't get cold!"
Dongfang Jing felt extremely awkward.
Murong Qianjue picked up the spoon and said seriously, "If you feel uncomfortable and don't want to do it yourself, I will feed you..."
When Dongfang Jing heard this, she quickly let go of the hand that had been pressing on her lower abdomen.
Zhongli Wanyun's body has suffered from cold air since he was born, so that for so many years, every time menstrual cramps come, he will suffer from abdominal pain. Although Dongfang Jing is a genius doctor, this is not a disease and needs to be recuperated slowly. It is a coincidence that this march happened to be at this time... Her complexion was pale and she was in excruciating pain.
Murong Qianjue called out again.
The accompanying guards hurried in with a bunch of things, put them on Dongfang Jing's desk, and then left the room.
Murong Qianjue picked out a hot water bottle, put it on Dongfang Jing's lower abdomen, and said softly, "Let's put it on, to warm my stomach, so that it won't be so uncomfortable."
Dongfang Jing couldn't refuse, so she could only accept it.
Murong Qianjue took another hand stove over and stuffed it in her hands, "This is for warming hands...at this time, the more you can't get your hands and feet cold."
After that, he added some charcoal to the stove in the house, and kicked her in front of her, "This is for you to roast your feet, but you can only roast your left leg. Your right leg is covered with medicine, and the fire will affect the efficacy of the medicine."
Dongfang Jing felt that he seemed to be a different person. He suddenly cared so much for her, which made her very uncomfortable.
If, at the beginning, she still doubted that the other party was Wuyou, then by this time, she had no doubt at all. Because of Wuyou's introverted personality, his kindness to others would definitely not be like this person's. If he said it so plainly, it must be hidden... She doesn't ask, he doesn't tell; she asks, he won't either explain.
Jin Qiu watched from the side, unconsciously showing a smile on his face, "'His Royal Highness Ning' is really kind to my girl."
Murong Qianjue raised his eyebrows, "Are you jealous? If you think about it, next time when you do something... the Lord will take care of you."
"Slaves can't afford it." Jin Qiu shrugged awkwardly, not expecting the scale of "King Ning" to be so big.
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