Assist Xianggong to seize the throne: concubine body six children

Chapter 97

baffling.

With good intentions like a donkey's liver and lungs, Xiangsi turned around and left, took out a handkerchief to wipe the soup on her body, the oil stains could not be wiped off at all, and the shoe that was too big tripped on the branch of the grass, and Xiangsi fell out , lying on the ground in embarrassment.

"Zhao Liu!" A big hand immediately pulled her up from the ground.

Xiangsi lowered her head and looked at the weeds and leaves all over her body, and suddenly she was a little angry. What is the reason for her to save food at night and deliver it to him so far every day?
"Don't worry, I didn't drop your child." Xiangsi coldly pushed his hand away, and limped away with her sprained right foot.

Fortunately, there is no child, isn't it? Otherwise, how could the child withstand such a fall.

Back in the carriage, Xiangsi changed her clothes, sat on the bed and raised her feet, only to find that her right ankle was swollen and painful.

She opened Long Shangxue's baggage and found a bunch of bottles and cans. Except for the last time Jinchuang medicine, she knew what it was for. She didn't know any of them. Medicine, can only let the feet hurt, sitting on the bed alone and sulking.

When she met Long Shangxue, she did too many thankless things.

Enduring the pain, lovesickness and sleeping together, as long as you fall asleep, you won't feel pain.

Xiangsi fell asleep in a daze, she didn't know how long she had been asleep, a sharp pain in her feet woke her up sharply, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the dim candlelight shining on the wall of the carriage with a layer of halo.

Xiangsi bent her legs but couldn't move them, so startled that she quickly sat up from the bed, and was relieved when she saw Long Shangxue sitting on the edge of the couch and grabbing her bare feet.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Xiangsi asked, inserting her right hand into her long hair and smoothing it back, there was obvious sweat in her hair.

Long Shangxue didn't say a word, just took out a purple-red vial from the pile of bottles and jars, and poured it on her swollen ankle, feeling cool for a while.

The atmosphere was silent, and Xiangsi spoke to break the death-like silence, but Long Shangxue held her slender feet with one hand and slowly rubbed her swollen ankle with the other. For a while, Xiangsi could only stare blankly at her. He, he half-lowered his head and focused on her wound, she could only see his sword-like eyebrows and butterfly-like eyelashes, which were all dyed a yellowish luster by the candlelight...

(End of this chapter)