The concubine loves evil: the lazy emperor, you are miserable

Chapter 279
However, this sentence only circled in my mind a few times, and I couldn't say it.

Gu Le'er replied: "Ah, yes, it's nothing, just a little injury. Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern."

He murmured in his heart, wondering if it was Yuan Fang or some other guard who reported this to Dong Feng.

Wanting to break away from Dongfeng Zui's hand, he struggled a few times but failed to do so.

Not daring to annoy him too much, Gu Le'er had no choice but to let Dongfeng Zui hold her hand.

"Where is it? Let me see."

"No, there's no need. The snow treader gave me a bottle of medicine today, and I've already applied it. It's fine."

Dongfengzui let go of his hand.

"You sleep in bed."

Throwing down a sentence lightly, Dongfeng fell asleep on the couch drunk, with his back to Gu Le'er.

Gu Le'er regretted so much that she wanted to slap herself.

Why did she mention Mr. Taxue in front of Dongfeng Zui again?I know he cares a lot.

care?No, he doesn't care, he just loses face.

Gu Le'er didn't dare to disobey his order again, slipped onto the bed, curled up and fell asleep.

Dongfengzui twitched his lips when he heard the sound of her climbing onto the bed.

Thinking about it, she tugged with him several times just now, but she didn't see a single bit of pain in her.And, she said, she was already medicated.

Probably, her injury is really not a hindrance.

Gu Le'er was afraid that Dongfengzui would touch the bed again, staring at Dongfengzui's back, not even daring to blink.

But after all, I was too tired, and I fell asleep without support for a long time.

Dongfeng woke up drunk, came to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed Gu Le'er's hand, and took her pulse.

He understands medicine.

The pulse is normal, and there seems to be no sign of poisoning.

However, perhaps, Leng Ye's Xiaohun San is different.

Dongfeng Zui let go of Gu Le'er, stood up and changed into the outfit of Mr. Snow Walker, looked at Gu Le'er who was sleeping obediently on the bed, smiled slightly, and walked out of the window.

The moonlight is clear.

On a hillside of Chengxiao, a tall figure in a black cloak and a black veil stood facing the wind.

The mountain wind gently brushed his clothes and black gauze, but his figure remained motionless.

The moonlight dimmed, and another figure in a black dress appeared behind him.

(End of this chapter)