The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Jiang Nanyan was so worried that Huangfulian's agitation would affect his wounds, so she quickly patted him on the back and comforted him in a low voice, "Huangfulian, don't get agitated! If you don't want me to go, I won't go That's it."

Hearing her words, Huangfulian's mood calmed down a little.

"Yan'er..." He lowered his head and leaned against Jiangnan Yan's ear, rubbing against her neck gently like a wounded beast that needs comfort.

Occasionally, when Huang Fulian touched her phoenix crown, the fine pearls that covered her face collided together, making a crisp sound.

Jiang Nanyan didn't speak, just stood there quietly, patted Huangfulian's back, and murmured constantly to comfort him. [

After a long while, Huangfulian's mood finally stabilized completely, and the hand around Jiangnanyan's waist also slightly loosened.

Jiang Nanyan sighed secretly, tried her best to separate the two without appearing rude, raised her hand and wiped the cold sweat from Huang Fulian's forehead with her sleeve, "Don't be so prone to mood swings all the time, Wu Yu said Now, if you don't calm down again, the time for the wound to heal will be delayed again."

Jiang Nanyan looked worried.

As soon as Wu Yu came to check Huangfulian's wounds, she always wanted to say something to make Huangfulian relax.

Every time, Huang Fulian would nod her head in agreement, but when she turned around, she forgot Wu Yu's words again.