Chapter 129

Here, I can't contact the outside world, and I can't let my father come here to save myself. Besides self-help, what else can I do?

"I don't care what your highness wants to do. You have to listen to me this time. First, you have to re bandage the wound on your leg with herbs. If you don't listen to me, I won't care about you." Night from the brake to look for firewood outside, saw the anti-inflammatory herbs, conveniently brought some back.

As he said, he took the herbs and put them on a stone, crushed them with stones, and then the hot water was hot, and then he put the water in a small wooden basin.

This cave is different from some caves outside. There are some things for people to live in. He not only found herbs, but also found black bandages.

Feng Mo Chen was stunned, staring at him busy, like a good man at home, but he was only 11 years old, would this be precocious?

Snow fox after production is also very tired, then lying on the stone bed rest, from time to time also steal a glance at two people.

In front of the fire, Yelisha took out a dagger and washed it with warm water. Then he came to her leg and looked at her trouser legs. He looked up at her and said in a soft voice: "Your Highness, it's painful. You can bear it."

After all, Feng Mo Chen didn't want to be stubborn with him. Besides, he was worried about his body, and she didn't want to waste this leg.

She stretched out her leg as if to leave the brake at night.

Night from the brake droop eyes, and then reach out to lift her trouser legs, pants have been tightly stained with flesh, because of bleeding, blood dried up with flesh and blood coagulation together, tear off the time will be very painful.

It is because he is aware of this that he is forced to deal with it now. If he delays for a while, it will be more painful.

He was afraid that she would hurt badly, so he gently poured hot water on her legs. When the legs were wet, the legs were lifted. His movements were very light, and he even operated carefully.

In fact, no matter how careful he is, his trouser legs will gradually stick to the skin and flesh. If he pulls them gently, it will hurt.

Feng Mo Chen would feel pain, but he didn't snort. He just coagulated every move of the night. She knew that if she said it hurt, he would not bear it.

So, no matter how painful it was, she bit her teeth and endured it.

Tied fingers gently clenched, indifferent to sit on the stone, motionless.

In a long time, I finally lifted all my trouser legs up to my knees, revealing a leg beyond recognition. After being injured by the wooden clip on the bridge, although I had treated and bandaged it, in this short day and night, in the cold snow, I fell and the cold air came into my body, tossing back and forth, and finally the wound deteriorated and purulent.

"Does it hurt?" The night leaves brake to lift Mou to look at her, the side talks with her, but the action on the hand doesn't stop, immediately grasp the crushed herb on the slate, give her to apply on the wound.

Hiss.

When the herbal juice intruded into the wound, Feng Mo Chen didn't hold back. He snorted in pain, and his forehead was filled with sweat.

"It hurts." She didn't deny it. It really hurt.

"Your Highness is braver than I imagined. He didn't cry in pain. Ha ha." The night leaves the brake to lower the head to go, while saying that the side quickly wipes the herb all on the wound.

Seeing his quick action, Feng Mo Chen frowned and said: "at least I'm also the prince. How can I cry for a little thing? It's a shame to spread it. You have to remember what happened today, or I'll make you look good."