When the full-level boss picks up the zero-level petite bag

Chapter 383 Nine thousand years old, I want to hug (13)

"Go get some medicine and wipe it on." Chu Nanxing sat down on the bed, patted her hand to indicate that he was fine.

Cui Liu went to get the medicine box, and said in a tearful voice, "Miss has never been injured like this since she was a child."

Chu Nanxing looked a little helpless, "It's really fine, if you don't give me the medicine quickly, something may happen."

His wrist was blue and red at first, but now it's swollen. Xiao Changxu really didn't care about anything when he went crazy.

Ten percent crazy!
"Your Majesty, does it hurt? I will blow it to you." Cui Liu looked at her hands and neck with teary eyes, and scolded the emperor inwardly.

"It doesn't hurt." Chu Nanxing replied helplessly.

But the thought of having to deal with the emperor at night gave me a headache.

"Your Majesty, Nine Thousand Years is outside." A little palace maid came in to report.

Seeing that Cui Liu was applying medicine to Chu Nanxing, the little maid subconsciously avoided her gaze.

"Do you know what Nine Thousand Years is here for?" Chu Nanxing sat up straight and asked.

"It is said to be a gift of calligraphy and painting for the empress." The maid replied respectfully.

"Please come in nine thousand years old."

"Yes."

The man was tall and tall, and his black python robe reached to his ankles, which swayed to a certain extent as he walked slowly.

Seeing her clutching her neck, he bowed slightly and said, "Imperial Concubine."

Chu Nanxing nodded wordlessly, the frightened expression in his eyes could not be recovered in the future.

Lubit turned to look at the little maid behind him, "Go down."

"Yes, nine thousand years old." The maid immediately withdrew.

Chu Nanxing patted Cui Liu's hand, and said gently: "Go to the house to tidy up, I have something to say to Jiu Qiansui."

"But your mother's injury..." Cui Liu looked over while hesitant to speak.

Chu Nanxing shook his head.

Cui Liu had no choice but to get up and go into the house, there were only two people left in the hall.

Chu Nanxing took off his sleeve, and in the next second, Lubit came over and grabbed her arm.

"Nine thousand years old." Chu Nanxing avoided his gaze, raised his hand and pressed his sleeve.

"Show me." He squatted down, took her hand away with the other hand, and pushed her sleeve away.

Chu Nanxing shrank his hands, not wanting to show him.

"Does it hurt?"

Chu Nanxing bit his lip, his eyes flickered, "It hurts."

Lubit took her wrist.

The system immediately became vigilant.

[System: Host, there is ointment next to it! 】

Damn it, don't just use supernatural power casually, it takes a long time to explain to the above, it's so tiring.

Lubit ignored it.

[System: Host!Will the Tongzi tell you in advance what will happen in the future?Tongzi is really not clear about the sudden punishment this time, and there will be no next time. 】

The system begged humbly.

It knew that the host was probably really angry, because of the punishment, he didn't have time to protect the imperial concubine.

[Only this once. 】

Lu Lian looked at Chu Nanxing's hand with a gloomy face, then slowly let go, picked up the ointment next to him, "I'll apply the medicine to your empress."

Chu Nanxing looked down at his hand, his cold white slender fingers gently held her wrist, and the wooden stick picked up the white ointment and applied it to her hand.

"It hurts a bit, bear with it." He lowered his head and blew lightly, the cool breath fell on her fingers, making her curl slightly involuntarily.

After spreading the ointment evenly, he began to gently press her, his fingers pressed against her skin, slowly fading away a layer of scalding heat.

Chu Nanxing's eyelashes flickered quickly, and he pursed his lips to see his serious expression.

(End of this chapter)