Revenge of the Transmigrated Mob Character

   Chapter 1193 Is it delicious?

  She took the medicine powder in Feihan's hand, and grabbed Su Qing's hand by the way.

  She pressed her finger on the piece of cotton cloth, applying a little force.

  She didn’t look at his face, she just lowered her voice

   "Does it hurt?"

  夙 half-closed his eyes, his apple jelly rolls

   "It hurts."

  Hearing his voice, she looked up at him.

  Looking at his lazy look, her pressure on the cotton cloth was still slightly loosened.

  It’s a long time, she speaks

   "Zhou Qing, do you know that we are married?"

  夙 lifted his eyes and looked at her.

  The whole pavilion was silent, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to look up.

  Only the woman in yellow clothes who was suffering from the contemplation just now couldn't help but look up and lower her head.

  It turns out that these two are the prince and the princess.

  The princess is so good, no wonder the princess would marry her.

  All kinds of thoughts flashed in the woman's head in yellow. When she noticed the two women kneeling on the ground, she quickly retracted her gaze, and continued to lower her head without daring to say anything.

  The pain of contemplation has passed, and his face is a little paler, but the pain is no longer in his body.

  Her handmaid didn't know where she went, but after thinking about it, she just broke into the pavilion and was surrounded by the gang.

  Her maid is afraid that she has already gone to the study to send a letter to her father.

  The woman in yellow showed a look of regret, she would have known it a long time ago and would not rush.

  I was thinking, when I heard a muffled hum from the chaise couch

   "Benefactor, it hurts."

  The woman in yellow clothes was in a daze. Wasn't she still calling Madam just now? Why became a benefactor again?

  She faintly saw that the prince had several ice needles on his arm.

  Each ice needle submerged most of his skin, and the posture was as if he was about to poke all the ice needles into his body.

  She looked down at the ice needle on her arm, and swallowed silently.

  Fortunately, the princess was merciful.

  Su Ye's voice is cold

   "Endure."

  Although I said so.

   explained after a while

   "The blood flow in your wound is too severe. If you don't use an ice needle to press it, I'm afraid the blood won't stop."

  She pressed a few fingers on the cotton cloth in the palm of his hand, and after that, the other hand took out an oil paper bag from the space bag.

   Feichen stepped forward with a wink, unwrapped the tightly tied oil paper bag, and placed it on the low table.

  Suddenly, the small pieces of red cakes came into the eyes of everyone.

  A scent of hawthorn permeated.

  She stretched out her hand, pinched a piece, and fed it to Suqian.

   "Hawthorn sweet cake, try it."

  Su Ye feeds things in the past, but Su Qing rarely refuses.

   Soon, the sweet and sour taste permeated the mouth.

  Su Ye watched him eat hawthorn sweet cake, while taking away the cotton cloth and glanced at the wound on his hand.

   Seeing that the blood finally stopped, he reached out and pulled the clean cotton cloth on his hand again, and quickly wrapped his hand with gauze.

  A question by the way

"Is it tasty?"

  It is rare for someone to give a good evaluation

   "It's OK."

  While listening to him, Su Ye stretched out his hand to remove the silver needle from his arm.

  His skin is so hot that he has a fever again.

  The brows and the tails of the eyebrows are red from the burning.

  She also felt a little surprised, it was all burned like this, and he didn't burn him, and she could still be angry with her.

  The physique of Snake Human Race is different from Human Race.

   While she was thinking, she turned her head and asked

   "What's the matter with them?"

  As soon as the voice fell, I heard the hurried footsteps again.

  The sound of footsteps this time is mixed and cumbersome. It is because people who have no cultivation base are rushing here in a hurry.

  (End of this chapter)