After Su Luo cleaned herself, she took clean clothes from the space and put on them.
After washing away all the wind and frost, the whole person looks brand new.
During this process, Nangong Liuyun kept smiling and looked at Su Luo.
Seeing her alive in this way, to him, is full of happiness.
At this time, Su Luo walked behind Nangong Liuyun and said in a soft voice, "It might hurt a little while applying the medicine."
Su Luo cleaned himself before starting to apply medicine to him, because he was afraid that the dust he brought along the way would contaminate him.
Nangong Liuyun chuckled and shook his head: "Can it be more painful than the cold poison?"
Thinking of Nangong Liuyun's cold poison, Su Luo felt another pain in her heart.
Why is her Nangong so miserable...
The reason why Nangong Liuyun's injury could not heal for a long time was because Her Majesty the Queen invaded her Yuan force in his wound and forcibly destroyed his body.
This point, Su Luo understands, Nangong Liuyun is more clear.
Looking at Nangong Liuyun's flawless back, the scarlet welts, Su Luo's heartache could no longer be added.
Cold fingertips, tremblingly touched the bright red wounds.
Su Luo had the imperial blood coagulation agent left by Master, which was very effective in treating trauma.
However, because it is not the right medicine, it is just that.
If the Yuan force left behind by Her Majesty the Queen is not resolved, the Yuan force will spread unscrupulously in Nangong Liuyun's body, destroying his body again and again.
Nangong Liuyun smiled faintly: "Blessed is the basis of misfortune. Maybe this time, it will be a blessing from misfortune."
"I'm thankful that you can heal the injury." Su Luo didn't hold out hope for this.
Nangong Liuyun smiled noncommittally.
Her Majesty's Yuan strength is a great supplement, and if it is used for himself, his strength will soar even if it does not skyrocket.
Su Luo helped Nangong Liuyun finish the medicine and wash her hands.
Someone in Nangong led her and walked back to the hall.
On the dining table in the hall, there was the colorful golden chicken porridge cooked by Su Luo.
It looks soft and glutinous, with a hint of aroma, just smell it, it must taste great.
"Eat quickly." Su Luo took a pair of chopsticks and handed them to him.
Su Luo served him well, but Nangong Liuyun changed his mind.
"Don't eat." He put down his chopsticks and looked at Su Luo with a gloomy look.
Those beautiful eyes looked at her like this.
Su Luo sighed, sat down beside him, and asked softly, "Then why are you willing to eat it?"
Su Luo felt that he was coaxing a child.
"Unless you feed me." Nangong Liuyun put his arms around his arms and raised his chin proudly.
Su Luo glanced at him angrily: "Don't you have long hands yourself?"
Nangong Liuyun turned his head, glared at Su Luo aggrievedly, and turned his head silently again.
That small appearance, like a pissed off kid, with such a trace of grievance.
"I'm still a patient..." he muttered softly, his mouth flat.
Thinking of the shocking whiplashes on his back, Su Luo's heart softened instantly.
"Okay, okay, I'll feed you, is this the head office?" Su Luo shook his head with a wry smile, and began to serve the big boy.
Su Luo scooped a spoonful of colorful golden chicken shredded porridge and handed it to Nangong Liuyun's mouth: "Eldest young master, please have some porridge."
Seeing the teasing expression between Su Luo's eyebrows, Nangong Liuyun snorted and did not open his mouth.
Su Luo sighed helplessly: "My lord, what's wrong with you?"