The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 820 Who Do You Take Me For?
"No, Goddess Hall, except for the first day of every month, no one is allowed to enter. She just went in and helped us get clothes and food."

"Oh, that's okay, I'm already sweating all over my body, but there are only women in this Goddess Hall, and there are no men. What are you wearing?"

"I'm not in the way. I took the kindling and started a fire. You first change your clothes and bandage the wound. Don't worry about me."

Tang Nineteen had a different understanding of King Xuan tonight. It turned out that he was such a man at a critical moment.

Tang Nineteen then said to him, "Two quilts please."

As soon as the voice fell, the door opened, and the female messenger who had just entered came out with a large bundle of things.

King Xuan stepped forward to take it, and the female messenger waved to Tang Nineteen.

King Xuan hurriedly said a few words to her, and she nodded.

Tang Nineteen asked for an interpreter: "What does she want from me?"

"Don't worry about it, just stand there."

King Xuan was busy back and forth, hugging things back and forth three times. Only then did Tang Nineteen know that the female messenger probably had too many things just now, so he sent them to them in batches and asked her to go up to pick them up. However, King Xuan sympathized with her injury and called her Never mind.

My heart can't help but feel warm.

On weekdays, a prince who is ignorant and incompetent can take care of others, but he is quite capable.

Probably because they were afraid of encountering wolves, the place where they were placed was not too far from the Goddess Hall.

But they didn't let them get too close, and after a few tug-of-wars, they finally settled down on the edge of a cliff beside the Goddess Spring.

This goddess is good, she sent clothes, bedding, dry food, milk, etc., and also a small tent.

King Xuan didn't ask Tang Nineteen to do anything, and he was clumsy, but he seemed to be acting like a fool.

However, there is only one tent, which is a bit embarrassing.

The two looked at the tent, Tang Nineteen's room, it doesn't matter what the details are, but you can't take the initiative to say that I don't care, let's sleep together.

As soon as these words are said, it is estimated that King Xuan will be bombed.

However, it's hard to say, I'm injured, give it to me, it's too tyrannical, after all, this tent was all obtained by King Xuan.

After much deliberation, the female man can only say once: "You can sleep inside, I will make a fire outside, and it won't be cold."

King Xuan was a little angry, and turned cold: "Tang Nineteen, who do you think I am?"

"Uh, then, why don't we sleep together?"

He really exploded, his face was red and his ears were red: "Tang Nineteen, who do you think I am?"

"Be friends and share weal and woe, otherwise what do you think?"

As soon as the words came out, King Xuan was stunned.

It seemed that Tang Nineteen never expected that Tang Nineteen would say the word "friend".

In fact, Tang Nineteen was also a little embarrassed. No matter what, the two of them were not like friends. Even though we shared weal and woe, he still didn't know how to despise her.

Seeing him blushing and stunned, she scratched her head embarrassedly: "Comrade comrades, all right, comrades-in-arms overnight, or you arrange it."

"You are sleeping, I will call the female messenger over to help you with the medicine."

The moonlight covered his expression, and his back, which was stretched long on the ground as he turned and walked away, which was usually not used to, was actually made very pleasing to the eyes by the soft moonlight.

The female messenger applied medicine to Tang Shijiu and scrubbed it clean, then left.

Tang Nineteen was wearing a plain white padded jacket, warm and a little lazy.

King Xuan built a fire and boiled water.

He was so used to pampering himself that he actually put the kettle directly on the firewood. Seeing the fire getting darker and the flames getting weaker and weaker, Tang Nineteen shook his head with a helpless smile, and took the kettle down: "Let me do it."

(End of this chapter)