The Ninth Princess is beautiful and sassy

Chapter 2585
"Pfft...cough...cough...cough..." Nie Qingqing couldn't help but laugh, but he didn't dare to smile too prominently.

The prince who was so domineering just now suddenly turned into a beautiful man on the bed, ready to be ravaged. What kind of fairy scene is this?
"Princess, I'm going to make some medicine." Yun Hongsi said a word, turned around and ran away.

As the door to the room opened and closed, laughter gradually faded from outside.

In order to declare his sovereignty in front of Gu Sha, the prince is willing to transform into the little milk dog that the princess calls him. Isn't it too hard?
After being slapped fifty times by the emperor, the prince didn't even frown, and now he actually asked the princess to be gentle, tsk tsk...

You can't stay any longer, or you'll have to hold back your internal injuries!

"I know." Long Qian was the only person present who couldn't hear what Chu Dongling meant.

She was already a little nervous, but now she was even more nervous.

"Girl." Chu Dongling looked at her and raised his thick eyebrows.

Long Qian took a deep breath and waved his hand: "I know, don't talk nonsense!"

She removed the scissors from his shoulders and carefully cut off a large piece of fabric on his back.

"Nie Qingwu, potion."

"Yes." Nie Wuqing's attention returned to Chu Dongling's back, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

He helped change the prince's clothes. He knew better than anyone how serious the wound was.

Nie Qingqing gave him the potion and stayed by the bed.

Long Qian washed his hands, picked up a cotton ball, dipped it in the potion, and gently covered Chu Dongling's back.

The skin and flesh separated from the clothing where the potion passed through, and she lifted up the clothing inch by inch.

Various wounds were gradually revealed, and Long Qian's breathing was heavy and slow.

"There's only one last place left, please be patient."

She knew he was very tolerant, but she couldn't help but tell him.

Long Qian put down the small piece of cloth in his hand, grabbed a towel and wiped Chu Dongling's forehead.

He never hummed, but the beads of sweat on his forehead had long given him away.

We are all flesh and blood people, how could it not hurt?

"It's okay! Don't worry." Chu Dongling said with a smile.

Long Qian bit her lip and put down the towel. "The last and deepest wound probably went into the bone."

Her eyes returned to his left shoulder, and even her voice trembled.

"Don't be afraid! It will be fine soon."

Long Qian grabbed the small piece of clothing with both hands and lifted it up bit by bit.

The moment the flesh and cloth separated, Chu Dongling's body trembled slightly for the first time.

"I'm fine!" he reassured immediately.

But Long Qian's tears still flowed down. The material of his clothes was torn from the bones. How could he be fine?

"Nie Qingwu, get the powder quickly."

Long Qian was not disturbed by her emotions. Now that it had started, she would do her best to handle it.

"Yes." Nie Qingqing handed over the powder that he had prepared long ago.

"Prepare disinfectant water and meat thread. The needle must be inserted here." Long Qian said in a deep voice.

"Here it comes." Nie Qingqing delivered the things again.

Stitching, disinfecting, and finally stripping...

It took an entire hour for Long Qian to treat all the wounds on Chu Dongling's back.

She wiped him, changed her clothes, and sat on the edge of the bed.

Chu Dongling put his arm around her waist and pulled her towards him.

"Stop making trouble! I'm really tired." Long Qian gave him a casual push.

"It's just right when you're tired. Let's sleep with this king for a while." Chu Dongling leaned closer.

"I'm leaving now." Nie Qingqing almost lost his footing as he packed his things.

My lord, can you treat him as a human being?
There was a knock on the door outside, and Yun Hongsi opened the door and walked in.

"Your Majesty, Young Master Tianqing has been found."

(End of this chapter)