Your Majesty, I'm Guilty

The party escorted Gu Wenjun to a camp and planned to tie her with ropes.

After all, they are hostile to each other. King Jing's men will never rest assured, Gu Wenjun. But now Gu Wenjun is still holding the lifeline to cure their master's leg disease. He keeps saying that he can cure King Jing's leg, so they dare not be disrespectful.

There was also a humanitarian voice: "childe Gu, I have offended."

The mouth was polite, but the movements of the hands kept. While talking, these people took out the tied rope and approached coldly.

Seeing this, Gu Wenjun pursed his lips and shouted, "wait, you can tie me up, but in order to facilitate custody, you have to tie me up with my man ah Wu!"

She was most nervous about ah Wu, but she couldn't say it directly in front of these people, so she had to detour and try.

Even if he fell into such a prisoner's situation, Gu Wenjun didn't lose his square foot and forced himself to think.

The jade face was not powdered, but white as snow and sweat as beads.

But Gu Wenjun also knew how critical the situation was. In addition, he was worried about the injured ah Wu. He condensed a lot of cold sweat and added a little beauty of weakness.

His highness Jing's men, who had been trained for a long time, suddenly understood what Gu Wenjun thought and snorted coldly.

"Please don't worry, childe Gu. As long as the master can recover well, your little boy named ah Wu won't have anything, but if something happens to the master..."

Half of the warning words were not complete, but Gu Wenjun naturally understood the threat in the unfinished words.

They just want to use ah Wu to contain and force her to treat Jing Wang with heart!

Gu Wenjun's mind flashed all kinds of thoughts, but he was calm and said, "I will go all out to treat your highness king."

She was asked to sit down in a chair.

Then, soon there was a three finger thick hemp rope around Gu Wenjun's left and right shoulders, tied her wrists, passed under her knees and tied her ankles.

The rope is soaked in oil and blisters. It is very solid and hard to break free.

In particular, the technique is tricky, leaving only the activity space within the thumb range. Once it is exceeded, it will be tightened and can only maintain a good sitting posture. It's very difficult!

Even if Gu Wenjun wants to use his previous skills to solve it by himself, it will take a lot of effort.

Without resistance, she let them bind their hands and feet quickly, silently observed the behavior of these people, watched them leave the camp, and tried to create an obedient image.

But as soon as the man left, Gu Wenjun immediately held her hands together. She tried her best to control the slender index finger and middle finger of her right hand to fold to her wrist, trying to loosen the dead buckle of the rope.

This level of activity is too demanding for her hand who can only lift a pen and pinch a needle in her life, but now there is no other way. Gu Wenjun can only force herself to bend with the strength that can almost break her fingers.

"Pain..."

But this pain is nothing compared with what I suffered when I was a spy in my previous life.

Gu Wenjun endured the pain to reach the rope.

Fortunately, her fingers were long and her wrists were thin. She soon felt the knot of the rope buckle.

"The knot on the left wrist is loose..."

Just as Gu Wenjun was about to solve the other side, suddenly, her ear tip moved slightly. She heard the sound of some gears rolling and stopped immediately.

Gu Wenjun just sat in a quiet position. His highness King Jing, who was unparalleled and cold, was pushed into the camp in a wheelchair. There was no expression on his face. He was as ruthless as the God and Buddha enshrined in the temple.

Even sitting in a wheelchair will not damage his momentum and demeanor, just like an immortal.

Only when I saw Gu Wenjun, a ray of human emotion flashed in the light colored glass eyes.

But the leaked emotion flashed too fast, and Gu Wenjun couldn't catch it.

Jing Wang Xiao Ningsheng swept up and down the way Gu Wenjun was bound, and his thin lips pursed slightly: "you are obedient."

"I dare not listen."

Gu Wenjun pulled out a slightly stiff smile: "after all, I and ah Wu's little lives are pinched in the palm of his highness King Jing."

Xiao Ningsheng's long and narrow eyes glanced at her. Wherever they touched, Gu Wenjun felt like being entangled by a snake. It was cold and sticky and could not get rid of it.

He snorted coldly: "Gu Wenjun, you don't have to test the king! Your little boy won't die now. Just heal the king with your heart!"

Gu Wenjun was relieved when he got this sentence from Xiao Ningsheng. Although she also knew that Xiao Ningsheng wouldn't let her and ah Wu have an accident until she got a cure, Gu Wenjun was afraid of just in case.

She dare not bet on ah Wu's life.

Now, Gu Wenjun can continue to think of ways to get out of trouble. She slightly moved her bound hands and said, "I will naturally go all out to cure your highness King's legs, but I can't treat you like this."

Xiao Ningsheng's eyes flashed a light teasing, which was almost invisible.

"Certainly," he said

What's the meaning of this?

How can you see a patient when you tie up the doctor?

Before Gu Wenjun could react, Xiao Ningsheng raised his hand and shook it gently. When his subordinates standing behind his wheelchair saw it, they immediately understood it and bowed their heads respectfully.

Only Gu Wenjun and Xiao Ningsheng were left in the camp.

Of course, outside the door and on the top of the tent, there must be countless elite generals. As long as they find a wrong sound, they will immediately break in and take Gu Wenjun's head.

Gu Wenjun was worried. She couldn't figure out Xiao Ningsheng's way. She could only inquire: "Your Highness, what's the meaning? Even if you and I are alone, I can't feel the pulse for the Lord. I can't stretch out my hand -"

"You can't help it. Then I can only come to you."

Xiao Ningsheng put down his hand and pressed it on the armrest. He didn't know what exquisite mechanism it touched. The carefully built iron wheelchair rolled forward spontaneously, and didn't even stop until it reached Gu Wenjun.

"Lol, lol -"

The wheelchair advanced to an elbow from her.

Gu Wenjun could see Xiao Ningsheng's eyelashes. Like his eyes, they were light brown, but long and thick. They covered a circle of shadow under his eyelids.

She breathed slightly and became uncontrollably nervous.

"Ah..."

The wheelchair still didn't stop.

There is only a finger distance from Gu Wenjun.

She could even see the tiny pores on Xiao Ningsheng Jun's face. Just like his people, they were cold. Jing Wang's eyes always looked at her, making Gu Wenjun's heart tighten.

What exactly does Xiao Ningsheng want to do?

"Ah!"

That wheelchair is closer!

"To your highness!"

Gu Wenjun couldn't help shouting. She was afraid to get close again. His highness King's wheelchair was going to hit the chair she was sitting on, so she had to break the work first.

The wheelchair "clicked" and stopped suddenly in front of Gu Wenjun.

They were so close that Gu Wenjun felt his breath gushing into Xiao Ningsheng's face. They were almost hand to hand, face to face, too close.

If it weren't for the wheelchair under Xiao Ningsheng's seat against her chair, Gu Wenjun was afraid that Xiao Ningsheng would completely stick to her.

Gu Wenjun forced himself to breathe steadily, pursed his lower lip, and said in a very soft voice: "Your Highness, please be careful."

She was very careful, for fear that she would spit out some star foam, which angered the city government's deep respect for the king. But Gu Wenjun didn't know that his red lips were very soft and charming.

Xiao Ningsheng's eyes were slightly dark, but his face was still cold.

He stretched out his hand to Gu Wenjun, put the inner side of his wrist into Gu Wenjun's hand and slightly opened his thin lips: "now, you can diagnose the king."

“！”

Gu Wenjun gritted his teeth.

It turned out that King Jing didn't intend to untie Gu Wenjun at all.

Presumably, those men who dared to bind Gu Wenjun must have been inspired by their master. From the beginning, Xiao Ningsheng planned to let Gu Wenjun be tied for treatment.

Maybe I'll keep tying her.

"Your Highness king, why is that so? Ah Wu and I are all in your hands. Do I dare to have other thoughts?" Gu Wenjun hurried. As soon as she was excited, she raised the volume and breathed out.

But let Xiao Ningsheng gently pull the corners of his mouth: "itch."

What itch?

His highness king raised his other hand and stroked his flawless cheek, which was facing Gu Wenjun's lips.

It clearly refers to Gu Wenjun's breath.

Breathing and communion are more embarrassing than direct physical contact.

Gu Wenjun immediately reacted, "boom" and the palm sized snow surface took up cloud like powder and dyed half of his face red. It set off against the red lips and became more and more beautiful.

"You!"