NOVEL WEB Chapter 22 Quan Da Bu Decoction
Boom! Boom! Boom, the housekeeper Neke knocked on the door firmly and opened the door impatiently without waiting for a reply.
"Get out, who allowed you to come in!"
Bang! Necker closed the door again without hesitation.
The third prince is really cruel... but he is really kind to his young lady.
I feel relieved now. Since childhood, the second young lady has been very obedient to the third prince.
Hey, poor sisters, I don’t know which force is targeting the Duke’s Mansion this time. I have to be more careful and don’t let anyone take advantage of the loophole!
Nek arranged the housekeeper's uniform that he had just made yesterday, asked two maids to guard it in the corridor, and left the small building.
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In Yilan's house, Lan Zetong was sitting beside Qingtian's bed, holding a silver bowl and spoon in his hand, feeding her Shiquan Dabu Decoction with a smile.
This was specially made by him at the royal kitchen's command. Just one jar, and the contents inside were worth two top-quality spiritual stones.
Qingtian's whole body was tied with thick gauze except for his head and buttocks, and his limbs were also splinted. She leaned against the cushions, chewing stiffly the food Lan Zetong stuffed into her mouth.
The main thing is that she wants Xiao Yilan to see her friends for a while, otherwise Qingtian is completely in no mood to deal with other people and just wants to lie still.
She slowly swallowed the tasteless thing in her mouth and licked her lips, "I'm full."
Lan Zetong raised his delicate face and frowned, "You only took three bites! If you eat all this jar today, you will be able to recover 50% in two days."
Qingtian looked at the large jar of tonic soup placed on the low table with an expressionless face. He couldn't eat it for three to five days?
"I have no appetite now."
The young man's long eyelashes fluttered up and down, his crimson eyes darkened, and he placed the bowl and spoon on the low table.
Forget it, the little girl was obviously in a bad mood, "Then you can eat later when you are hungry, and tell me what happened this time. I don't believe it was just an accident."
Of course it wasn't an accident... Qingtian lowered his eyelids to hide the turmoil in his heart, "I really don't know."
She couldn't know, and she couldn't tell if she knew, because if she told, more innocent people would be involved.
Lan Zetong curled his lips a little aggrievedly. Yilan had really changed. He had watched her grow up since she was a child. In the past, she had no secrets from herself.
After not seeing each other for two months, she seemed to have grown a lot. She looked... wrapped like this... still cute, but after all she was no longer the soft little girl.
The young man smiled and stretched out his hand to scratch Qingtian's nose. "If you need help, you can tell me anything. There is no need to be polite between us."
Qingtian looked at the boy. His long red hair had been cut short, giving him more of a boy's heroic spirit, but he still had bright eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, and his eyes looked at him sincerely and intently.
In the ocean of consciousness, Yilan's feelings are so real, the beautiful years, the warm friendship, the corners of her mouth raised on sunny days.
"Okay, Brother Tong."
This was the first time Yilan called him Brother Tong after the trial incident. Lan Zetong's eyes immediately lit up with a flying look.
"You must find me, trust me, I can help you."
The young man has absolute confidence because he is the third prince and his parents are the most noble people in the world.
Sunny smiled and nodded.
Young people don’t know what it’s like to be sad. No matter who you are in this world, there is something that others can’t do for you. As powerful as Su Mucheng, wouldn’t he become a demon because of love?
She had been lying down unable to move for the past two days, and she had thought a lot in her mind. She had probably thought through the affairs of "Mary" in the ocean of consciousness, the founding empress Lanzemar that Yilan mentioned.
Speaking of which, Mary's life was very miserable. She founded a country, got married and raised children, but she only made a wedding dress for others, while she herself was imprisoned for nearly a thousand years. It's no wonder there is such a big hatred.
This kind of thing like soul exchange...if I hadn't also traveled to another world with my soul, I would definitely not believe it.
"Are you in a daze? What are you thinking about?"
Lan Zetong flicked the girl's forehead, dissatisfied that she was so distracted.
Qingtian came back to his senses and glared at him, "I am a wounded person."
"Oh, yes, come on, let me see the wounded man's injuries."
The young man became more playful, found a box of red powder on Yilan's dressing table, and started tracing pictures on her hands and feet.
Qingtian originally wanted to stop him, but seeing the young man's lively and happy look, he thought about it and gave it up.
While drawing, Lan Zetong glanced at the girl who was in a good mood. After thinking about it, he raised his head and said, "If it weren't for your injury this time, there would be good news announced at the palace banquet the day after tomorrow, and it might be later now."
"Oh? What's the good news? Follow me..." Qingtian asked doubtfully.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
Just as he was about to speak, there was a knock on the door.
"Sorry, His Highness the Third Prince, Miss Yilan, and the elders of the Chosen Group are here."
Butler Neke's voice sounded outside the door, interrupting the relaxed and pleasant chatting atmosphere between the two people in the room.
"It's disappointing. You really know how to choose the right time." Lan Zetong glanced at the door angrily, and then motioned to the secret guard standing on the balcony of the bedroom to open the door.
The secret guard opened the door, and there were two people standing outside the door. Butler Neke stood humbly at the side, clasping his hands and bowing slightly to them.
"Your Highness, Miss, Elder Su Mu of the Divine Chosen Group is good at healing. The master asked me to bring him over to see how the second young lady is doing."
Su Mucheng had his long hair tied up and wore a gray divine robe with black stripes. He looked gentle, harmless, and calm.
Seeing Lan Zetong look towards him, he nodded slightly.
Lan Zetong snorted coldly in his heart, "Magical stick!" The Queen Mother had just smashed their temple, and they didn't even dare to fart. Now they are acting condescending and hypocritical.
"Yilan, I'll come see you in two days. Remember to eat this can of tonic soup. You will definitely recover quickly!"
Lan Zetong did not forget to warn her before leaving. When he got up, he rubbed the girl's head twice.
Qingtian closed her eyes in disgust after hearing the words "Selected Group". She didn't watch Lan Zetong and his guards leave until her hair was ruffled.
Su Mu Cheng waited for Lan Zetong to go out, then Shi Shiran entered the room. As soon as he came in, he closed the door with a bang.
Neke, who was following him, almost hit his nose by the door. He touched the itchy tip of his nose and was speechless. Does the elder want to treat him alone? Not so good.
"Well, Mr. Elder..."
"I don't like having other people around when I'm doing therapy."
"Oh, that's it, then we'll be right outside the door. If you need anything, just ask."
Neke had no choice but to hint to Miss Yilan that they were outside the door. Presumably this kind of superficial treatment will not cause any trouble.
Haha, Qingtian wants to order them to drive this person out right now...
After Su Mucheng closed the door, he raised his hand and sealed the room. Now the outside world could no longer sense anything.
He was not in a hurry to speak, and walked slowly around the room, touching the delicate flowers on the balcony, admiring the murals hanging on the walls, flipping through the big-headed dolls painted by Qingtian, and even smelled the A jar of Shiquan Dabu Decoction...
Qingtian's patience is not as good as his, "Why isn't Meili awake yet? You promised me that day."
"Did you promise?" Su Mucheng turned to look at Qingtian, as if he didn't know anything.
"You..." Qingtian was so angry that he couldn't speak. His chest was tight and he closed his eyes not wanting to see this person.
I thought to myself that it was lucky that Lanzemar was sleeping, otherwise she would be so angry that she would rush out and blow up the opponent again. Suddenly, she understood why her main attack psychic energy "exploded". It was necessary to stay with such a person for hundreds of years. To vent...
Su Mucheng didn't answer. He filled a bowl of tonic soup and sat on the chair where Lan Zetong had been sitting before. "This body is hers too. You have to know how to take care of it. Eat it."
Qingtian opened his eyes and wanted to spit at him. Now that he knew that this body belonged to Lanzemar, why didn't he think of it when he got angry that night?
The thought of being beaten to pieces in the grass and mud and crying all night made Qingtian feel uncomfortable all over. Just bear with it, you are the one who will be unlucky in the end if you don't have the strength.
It’s just soup, drink it! After all, it still replenishes the body.
Su Mucheng put the spoon to her mouth with a cold face and stuffed it one after another.
Qingtian also had a cold face and swallowed one bite after another as if he had eaten this scumbag.
After feeding three bowls in a row, Su Mucheng put the bowl down when he saw that she was about to vomit. He found a handkerchief and wiped his hands. Then he saw that there were soup stains on the corners of the girl's mouth, so he wiped them as well...
Wiped his dirty hands! ! !
If I could move my hands on a sunny day, I would probably get started...
This soup made her feel angry, and she even scolded Lan Zetong in her heart. If you want to make soup, just make soup. Can't you give me a bowl of it? You can give me such a big can!
Seeing the suppressed flames in the child's eyes, Su Mucheng found it quite interesting: "You are different from what the outside world thinks. Are all geniuses like this, or..."