Chapter 612

"Your majesty!" Xue Fei shouted to stop him.

Tang yuntu frowned, stopped and asked, "what else?"

"What mistake did Princess de make? You want to put her in the cold palace?" Xue Feili asked carefully.

"Princess de doesn't have room for loneliness. She just asks her to think clearly in the cold palace! You don't have to worry about her. When she thinks clearly, Gu will let her out." Tang yuntu walked out without looking back.

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Whitehall

Shua Erlang took the seaweed all the way back to the house and slammed the door. He threw the seaweed on the ground.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the seaweed. Without saying a word, he rushed over and tore up the night clothes on the seaweed····

Seaweed let him abuse him, and tears ran across the corners of his mouth. It's really hard to love someone!

Why fall in love with playing Erlang!

In fact, seaweed didn't know it. She stared at Chua Erlang's handsome face and looked obsessed. She held Chua Erlang's waist tightly and closely connected with him···

After a cloud and rain, playing Erlang was tired and lay on the seaweed. Xingmou stared at the seaweed under him. His eyebrows slowly wrinkled. His eyes avoided facing the seaweed's eyes. He rubbed the painful temple and said, "seaweed, I'm sorry, I'll be responsible."

Seaweed stared at Hua Erlang and said, "seaweed is voluntary and does not need the responsibility of the master." after a pause, seaweed reached out and gently stroked Hua Erlang's cheek and said, "master, seaweed has found a memory! My name is situ Yanyan, the second princess of Shiyun country. Seaweed is leaving you! Seaweed really doesn't want you. I believe we will meet again."

Shua Erlang listened to the seaweed calmly and listened to her about his life experience. He nodded calmly. He didn't react until the seaweed pushed him away and stood up. He grabbed the seaweed's hand, dragged the man into his arms and said, "if you don't go, you are the National Teacher's wife."

"Everyone has their own mission. The mission of seaweed is to protect the Shiyun country. At the beginning, Chen also won the throne. My father, emperor and mother are living very badly now. I want to go back and protect them!" seaweed quickly put on his clothes and walked outside the door.

"Erlang, can I call you that? Remember, my name is situ Yanyan. I'm the second princess of Shiyun country. If it's fate, we'll meet again. Take care!" when I was about to go out, seaweed turned to play Erlang and left. Leng Qingyan woke up in a daze and pain. Her body was wet with cold sweat. The sticky sweat on her back was very uncomfortable against her clothes. She just wanted to turn over and stretched out one hand to hold her waist. Leng Qingyan raised her eyes and met Wu Yuexi's big eyes. Her eyes were clear, and tears fell from the circulation of eye waves.

"Silly girl, what are you crying for!" Leng Qingyan raised her weak hand to help Wu Yuexi dry her tears. Wu Yuexi quickly wiped her tears with her hands. She looked at Leng Qingyan with heartache. As soon as her nose was sour, tears fell down. She sobbed and said, "sister Qingyan, you have remembered the good Yuexi you have been to Yuexi. If you are useful in the future, you can say anything about last month's Xi."

"Good!" Leng Qingyan smiled at him. He felt really good and warm in his heart.

"Who is the woman that sister Qingyan treated me? Her hands are so cold, just like the hands of the dead." Wu Yuexi helped lengqingyan up and asked.

Wu Yuexi remembers that the only good doctors in the world today are the leader of the poison gang and the witch doctor of Shiyun country. The breath of the person who treated himself is very similar to that of the master. It should not be ordinary people, but the woman she saw for the second time is different from the woman she saw for the first time! What's the matter? Does that woman have a sister of twins?

Wu Yuexi couldn't figure out what was going on. A pair of big eyes stared at Leng Qingyan tightly. As soon as Leng Qingyan was about to speak, there was a sharp pain in her back. The cold sweat slipped down from her forehead and fell on her. Her face became very white.

"Yuexi, please help me see if the wound on my back is cracked!" Leng Qingyan gritted his teeth to resist the sharp pain in the cone heart, and his tone became very weak when he spoke.

Wu Yuexi saw that she didn't dare to delay. She quickly opened her single clothes and looked at her back. The deep visible bone scar was shocking. The wound was not very long, about six inches long, and the meat on both sides rotted seriously.

Thinking of Wu Yuexi's eyes on the wound for herself, tears fell down like broken pearls. Looking at the rotten meat on the wound, her eyes flashed and said to Leng Qingyan, "the wound is cracked. I'll help you deal with it."

Wu Yuexi knew the medical skills. Leng Qingyan nodded reassuringly. Wu Yuexi glanced at the wound and went back to bring a bag of things. In front of Leng Qingyan, he took out a two inch long knife and a bag of needle and thread, disinfected the blade with the fire on the candle, and said to Leng Qingyan, "sister Qingyan, there will be a little pain... You can bear it."

Leng Qingyan certainly knew it would hurt, but when the blade crossed the skin, she felt the pain and wanted to die. She felt that the blade was buried in the meat as if it was stirring. The cold sweat dripped on the skirt in front of her chest, and the hair on her forehead was sticky against her cheek. The cold sweat dripped on the ground with the hair. The pain of tearing her heart and lungs came in bursts. I don't know how long it took Wu Yuexi Just stopped.

Leng Qingyan thought it was finally over. Looking at Wu Yuexi's sweaty face, she reached out to wipe Wu Yuexi's sweat and said, "is it OK?"

Wu Yuexi was a little tired and her eyes were distressed. Looking at Leng Qingyan, she asked, "does sister Qingyan hurt?" Leng Qingyan looked so tired. If she really wanted to say that she didn't hurt, she listened to Wu Yuexi and said, "if it hurts, you'll cry out and it won't hurt! The wound is cracked seriously and must be sutured."

Sew!

Leng Qing Yan looked at Wu Yuexi in surprise. She didn't understand what she meant. Those who have heard of sewing clothes have never heard of sewing wounds. This man's flesh is not clothes. How to sew!

"It's the practice of witch doctors to sew wounds. Few people in the Central Plains dare to use it. My master is Shu Rongyue, a witch doctor in Shiyun country. In fact, I sew wounds for the first time. Sister Qingyan, don't worry. I've been interviewed many times on animal skin and will succeed!" Wu Yuexi assured lengqingyan.

Leng Qingyan looked at Wu Yuexi's confident appearance and knew that she was sure. She hesitated for a while. Leng Qingyan nodded and said, "I believe you, do it!"

Wu Yuexi stopped talking, took out a bag of silver needles from the cloth bag and baked them on the fire as before, then put on his hair and began to sew, "the sewing process is a little painful, you can bear it ~"