Chapter 1242

The emperor is one Zheng, he sees to month thousand LAN of calf there.

Sure enough, there was a bright red spot there.

He quickly asked the doctor to bandage Yue Qianlan's wound.

Feng's Distressed eyes were red.

She approaches and holds the moon in her arms.

Yue Shengfeng is full of worries.

What he cares about is not that yueqianlan is injured.

He only guessed how his daughter and prince fell into the dry well?

But don't be because of the moon.

Otherwise, their family will suffer.

When bandaging, the wound is very painful.

There is a big scar on the calf cut by a stone.

The flesh and blood are all blurred together.

The wounds were all glued to the clothes. It took the doctor a lot of energy to clean the wound.

This process, in fact, is very painful.

But yueqianlan's eyebrows didn't wrinkle. Feng's heart ached and choked in a low voice.

Jun Mo yuan watched with fear, he worried and asked: "little moon, do you hurt?"

Yue Qianlan bit his lip, shook his head and said with a smile, "no pain..."

"How can it not hurt? It's bleeding a lot." Jun Mo yuan sucked nose, dark dumb voice way.

Month thousand LAN hook lips Cape, eyes twinkle, toward the gentleman Mo yuan smile: "nothing, don't hurt, really, I don't cheat you."

Compared with the sins and sufferings of her life.

Now this little injury, what is it?

Xiaojun Mo yuan frowned, in a bad mood lying on the bed, eyes blinking at the moon Qianlan that calm appearance.

So little girl, how can you bear it so much.

He looked and felt pain.

The emperor is looking at one side, can't help but see a month thousand LAN a few eyes more.

Such a small girl, he was injured for the first time and didn't cry.

This calm, this forbearance tenacity, let the emperor a little more favor.

Taiyi quickly bandaged the wound for yueqianlan.

Taiyi also can't help admiring to sweep a month thousand LAN, don't look at the age is young, on other people's this forbearance.

It's estimated that a ten-year-old can't match her.

Tut Tut, this month's eldest daughter is really amazing.

Feng's head bowed and blew the wound of yueqianlan at a loss: "I'm not afraid. If I blow for you, you won't hurt.".

Her daughter is a piece of meat that falls from her body. It's the worst for her to watch her suffer. I wish she could take the place of her daughter.

Yue Qianlan looks at Feng, so nervous and cautious.

Her eyes, slightly moist.

She took the initiative to nestle into her mother's arms, whispered back: "mother blowing me, I really don't hurt."

When Feng heard this, she was relieved.

"That Niang blows for you again..."

Yue Qianlan looks at Feng's in a daze. She once again realizes the taste of being cared and loved by her mother.

It turned out that when she was three or four years old, Feng loved her so much.

Full of heart and eyes, all pretending to be her.

It turns out that her mother has always loved her very much.

Yue Qianlan retreated into Feng's arms. She closed her eyes and inhaled the smell of her mother.

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in about a quarter of an hour, Xianfei decocted the decoction.

She red eyes, personally brought in the soup, personally fed Jun Mo yuan drink the soup.

When the emperor watched the virtuous imperial concubine take care of him so attentively, his eyes were filled with emotion -

he just sat by and helped the virtuous imperial concubine.

Jun Mo yuan drank the decoction, sleepy will surge up in waves.

Although very sleepy, he still has been supporting eyelids, smiling at the moon.

Month thousand LAN some distressed looking at him, low voice advise a way: "sleepy words, you sleep."