Affectionate little lady

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Shui Lian struggled hard and got out of his arms. Her heart was beating and panting, she said angrily: "Your Majesty, what are you doing? You go out..." Seeing that the emperor was not moving, she stretched out her hand to push him, and he grabbed her hand , she said angrily: "Okay, if you don't go, I'll go..."

While she was talking, she struggled vigorously, the emperor's injured right leg was touched, and there was a sharp pain, and she couldn't hold her for a while, so she had to let go immediately. /www>

She was unmoved, and was about to run out of the gate. His voice was faint, like that of a wronged child: "Little devil...my leg hurts..."

This "little devil" touched the softest feelings in my heart, full of incomparable affection, the most beautiful tender emotions in the past. [

His right leg was injured, in the past when he was in the capital, he could even say that he was being taken care of by a palace maid, but what about now?Who can take care of him now?She turned her head suddenly, and saw the emperor squatting down at the door of the hut, clutching his right leg, in pain.She hurried back, helped him up, and asked anxiously, "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

"The wound on my leg is stretched, it hurts..."

Under the light, she saw that there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his eyebrows were tangled together. It was obvious that he was in extreme pain, so she hurriedly helped him to lie on her bed.As soon as she got close to the bed, the emperor breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to turn around, her hands were tightly clenched. His voice was weak: "Little devil, don't go..."

She brushed his hand away: "Let me show you the wound first..."

He hesitated for a while before letting go of his hand. Although his eyes were closed, he turned sideways, facing her direction, and listened carefully to her footsteps.Shui Lian didn't care to watch these small movements of his, and quickly went to the desk in the corner to uncover the cover, and took a bowl, which contained the pounded medicine syrup.She walked over quickly, washed her hands, grabbed the medicine paste and applied it on him carefully.The herbal medicine entered the skin, and there was a burst of coolness. The emperor lay quietly, motionless, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.The hands that applied the medicine for him were so gentle and smooth, gently stroking the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. How can such care be compared to that of imperial doctors?In this world, no one can compare.What's more, she had already prepared ointment in her room, and she obviously worried about and cared about herself every day.