After traveling through time, she just wanted to eat, drink and have fun

"It's me." The black shadow leaned against the wall near the window with difficulty, and stopped Zhu Yu, who was about to call for help, with a weak voice.

Zhu Yu couldn't help but widen his eyes and cursed in his heart: "Damn it! Why do men always like to run to women's boudoirs when they are injured? What kind of weird setting is this!"

Although she was full of complaints, Zhu Yu sighed helplessly, walked towards Prince Jing, and carefully checked his injuries. When she carefully tore open Prince Jing's clothes, a hideous sword wound deep enough to see the bone suddenly came into view, and blood was still oozing out of the wound.

"How did you get into this state?" Zhu Yu asked with a frown.

Prince Jing gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain and replied: "We can talk about this later."

Zhu Yu did not dare to delay and quickly took out the golden wound medicine and bandages, secretly sighing that the knowledge he had learned from Ai Yun on how to treat sword wounds in order to go to the front line came in handy at this moment. Although he kept muttering, his hands were not sloppy at all, and Zhu Yu began to treat Prince Jing's wounds with full concentration.

"Alright." After the wound was sutured and bandaged, Zhu Yu patted Prince Jing on the shoulder and said, "You'd better leave here quickly. If others find out, it will be a big trouble."

Prince Jing looked at Zhu Yu in front of him, shook his head gently, and said in a low voice: "There are people searching everywhere outside now, the situation is very dangerous, let me hide here for a while." Zhu Yu couldn't help but frown again and asked worriedly: "But, you were not in the palace all night, wouldn't it arouse other people's suspicion?"

Prince Jing raised his hand slightly, signaling Zhu Yu to help him get up, and then lie on the chaise longue to rest for a while. However, Zhu Yu did not act immediately. She stopped what she was doing and said softly, "Wait a moment, I'll get a thin blanket to spread it over, so as to avoid the blood staining the surrounding area and making it difficult to clean up." After that, she turned and walked to the side.

Prince Jing reluctantly put down his arms and leaned against the wall again, quietly watching Zhu Yu's busy figure. After a moment, he slowly said: "I have a substitute in my house who can handle some things on my behalf. It should be able to delay for a few days." Hearing this, Zhu Yu, who was spreading the blanket, suddenly paused. She turned her head and looked at Prince Jing: "What? How many days do you plan to stay here with me?"

At this time, Prince Jing felt a strong sense of dizziness due to excessive blood loss. Despite this, he still barely supported himself and wanted to stand up: "Since it is inconvenient for you, then I will leave." Zhu Yu turned around and saw that Prince Jing's face was as pale as paper and his body was shaking. She couldn't help but feel a little pity in her heart. But more importantly, she was actually worried that if Prince Jing failed to leave the Prime Minister's Mansion and was discovered by others, it would bring a lot of trouble to the entire Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Forget it, you stay here, I'll take care of you these days, come, I'll help you." After saying that, Zhu Yu lightly walked to the side of Prince Jing, stretched out a pair of slender hands, gently and carefully helped him up, and slowly led him to the chaise longue beside him. After Prince Jing sat down safely, Zhu Yu took out a new and thin quilt and gently covered Prince Jing with it. "You sleep for a while, I'll go outside and find you some hot water to make some brown sugar water."

After he finished speaking, Prince Jing was exhausted and could no longer stand up. He closed his eyes and fainted. Seeing this, Zhu Yu did not leave immediately, but took out a pill from the sachet she carried with her - the secret drug Ai Yun had given her. She stuffed the pill into Prince Jing's mouth without hesitation, and when she saw the drug gradually taking effect, she waved her arm with confidence and took Prince Jing into the space.

What a joke. Someone will definitely investigate this matter later. How can such a grown man lie in her room without being discovered? Of course, it is safest to put it in the space.

Then, she set about tidying up the mess in the house. There was no place to put Prince Jing's bloodstained clothes, so she had to put them away. The room was filled with a strong smell of blood, and she could only helplessly spray some of the precious perfume that she usually didn't want to use to try to cover up the pungent smell. Then she opened the window to let in fresh air. After a busy period, she finally finished the job.

As for the clues left outside, she had no way to deal with them. Let them do whatever they want. After all, there was no one here tonight.

After a short pause, she moved to the kitchen to get some hot water and brought it into the room, and took out a little brown sugar from the space to brew it. After lowering the bed curtain, she quietly entered the space, mixed the anti-inflammatory medicine with it and fed it to Prince Jing. Zhu Yu kept mumbling while feeding him: "You are lucky to meet me. But don't come next time!"

At this time, Prince Jing was unconscious, quietly nestling in Zhu Yu's arms, letting her do whatever she wanted. Zhu Yu looked at his pale face, and tried to hold back, but finally couldn't help it and poured him a bottle of expensive albumin oral solution. While feeling distressed, she thought to herself, "This thing is so expensive. If I wasn't hoping that he would recover soon and leave soon, I would never be so generous. After he recovers, I must make him pay for the medical expenses."

The next morning, sunlight shone through the window into the room, illuminating a peaceful and tranquil scene. Prince Jing slowly opened his eyes, and he sat up gently, feeling a slight pain from the wound, but was also surprised to find that the fever and dizziness that were common after injuries had disappeared. Prince Jing thought to himself, maybe Zhu Yu got a more effective medicine from Ai Yun.

He sat up slowly, his eyes inadvertently swept across the bed, and saw a figure vaguely in the curtains. Looking closely, the person was lying on the bed, sleeping in a very unrestrained and uninhibited posture, stretching out like a big character. His head was casually leaning on the quilt, causing a corner of the quilt to slide to the ground, revealing a small part from under the curtains.

As Prince Jing was staring, he suddenly felt hungry and his stomach made a discordant "gurgling" sound. However, at this moment, he knew that he could not expect Zhu Yu to get up and prepare food for him after hearing the sound. Not only that, because he was not wearing a shirt, only a few gauze wrapped around his upper body, and his pants were stained with a lot of blood, he could not move freely.

Prince Jing sighed helplessly, and secretly comforted himself in his heart: "Be patient for a while, it's getting late, she must be waking up soon..." So he sat quietly on the chaise longue, silently waiting for Zhu Yu to wake up.

After a long time, so long that Prince Jing was about to fall asleep again, the person on the bed showed some signs of getting up. She squirmed a few times, then groaned a few times, then reluctantly sat up, stretched out her hand and slowly opened the curtain, and then was stunned.

What did she see?

Is she dreaming?

What Zhu Yu saw was: a battle-wounded muscular man was sitting on her chaise longue!

The man was tall and muscular, with bronze skin that shone with a healthy glow in the sun. His naked upper body showed off his solid chest and broad shoulders, and each muscle was clearly defined, containing infinite power. Several bandages were wrapped around his upper body, tightly wrapped around his skin, with a faint blood color showing through, adding a bit of ruggedness and toughness to him.

Perfect, absolutely perfect!!!

Wait, this face?

Prince Jing? ?

Zhu Yu suddenly felt that the way he got up might be wrong, and he lay back on his bed.

When he stood up again, it was still Prince Jing.

She finally came to her senses, remembered what happened last night, and resisted the urge to hold her forehead in her hands helplessly.

Zhu Yu: "My Lord, you are awake."

Prince Jing: "Yes."

I am about to faint from hunger.

Zhu Yu: "How do you feel now? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Prince Jing: "I'm hungry..."

Zhu Yu: ??? Why does that sound a bit aggrieved? Yes, I always like to stay in bed, and I got up early to release him from the space. If he goes back to sleep, he will get up even later. He still has injuries on his body, so he must be really hungry.

She laughed and said, "Your Highness, if you are hungry, just wake me up. Don't worry, I will ask them to bring breakfast to the room now."

It’s definitely not you who’s wrong!

Prince Jing: "I can eat, but I'm afraid the food for you alone is not enough."

Vermilion taro: . . . . . .

Quite proud of you!