Back and forth: I brought supplies to help the impoverished prince

A long and bizarre dream

When she woke up, she looked at the familiar place in a daze. For a moment, she couldn't remember what had happened before.

What happened yesterday?

Is this a nap?

What do you do before taking a nap?

These three questions were the first things that came to his mind. Qiao Shinian then propped himself up and sat up. His head felt like it was stuffed with a lot of cotton. He couldn't think clearly, and many of his thoughts were vague.

It took her a while to recover some memories from before she fell asleep from her dazed state.

It wasn't a nap, it was a complete sleep.

It was like a weak girl in a novel who fainted in the arms of a handsome man and was then carried to see a doctor.

Qiao Shinian couldn't help laughing when he thought of the online literary novels he had read before.

This kind of memory seems as distant as the first half of life, with only a rough outline of the plot.

Bloody and romantic.

"Wen Jiu? Yue Yu?" She tried to call someone in, but as soon as she spoke she found her voice was hoarse.

She wasn't sure how long she had been unconscious, but judging by her current hunger level...

Well, you can't tell yet, she just feels very hungry.

All her senses gradually returned as she sat up, and now she felt that she could eat a whole roasted lamb in front of her.

"Is there anyone here? Help! I'm starving to death!" Qiao Shinian wailed weakly.

Just as she finished speaking, Wen Jiu came in with a bowl of vegetable and minced meat porridge.

"Finally someone is here. I thought I was going to starve to death!" Qiao Shinian was about to take the bowl, but Wen Jiu raised his hand slightly to avoid it.

He lowered his head and whispered, "You've been lying down for too long and have no strength. I'll feed you."

"Oh, okay, I'll give you a favor and let you feed me." Qiao Shinian smiled and raised his hand to touch Wen Jiu's head. He looked out the door and his voice gradually became quieter: "Is there anyone else outside?"

"No, the wise king has gone back and said he would come to see you another day." Wen Jiu still had his head down. He gently blew on the porridge he had scooped up, and then fed it to Qiao Shinian.

Qiao Shinian looked at the spoon in front of him and reminded him unintentionally: "Be careful not to blow your saliva into it."

Wen Jiu raised his head, looking helpless: "Sister, don't be like this."

Seeing other emotions on Wen Jiu's gloomy face, Qiao Shinian opened his mouth and ate it, nodding: "Not bad, Chunxue's cooking skills are always online!"

When the bowl of porridge was empty, Qiao Shinian lazily leaned back and said, "I knew you wouldn't be so heartless as to leave when I'm sick."

Looking at the bright sun outside, she saw dark clouds approaching, and it looked like it would rain again soon.

"My relationship with Princess Yu'an should be over now." Wen Jiu's expression turned gloomy again after hearing this. "But I have a backup plan, so it's not completely over."

"Yeah!" Qiao Shinian nodded and propped herself up to sit up. She wanted to reach out and touch Wen Jiu's head again to comfort him.

But as soon as she raised her hand, Wen Jiu rushed over and hugged her tightly, "Sister, will you leave me? I am so useless that I didn't even know that you were punished by that vicious woman to kneel for so long."

Qiao Shinian also gently hugged Wen Jiu and patted his back: "It doesn't matter, we can't do anything now, we have to bear the consequences if we are guilty."

"Sister, when we have the ability, will we kill her?" Wen Jiu said in a muffled voice.

Qiao Shinian smiled slightly, and touched Wen Jiu's head as he wished: "My instinctive thought is to beat her up and let her know that this is wrong."

"However, what I have to do is against my instinct. She won't die, but she has to be disabled. This is the only way to pay for her evil deeds. She can't repent if she dies.

When she dies, she will go to hell, but she won’t be able to go to heaven to see God or Buddha. If that’s the case, no one in hell will listen to her confession.”

"Sister, what do you want to do?"

Qiao Shinian looked at the door and said in a deep voice, "Let her be poisoned or have a stroke. I remembered a certain movie clip and wanted to try using cyanide, but I'm not sure about the dosage. I don't know if the medical level here can save her, so I have to wait until I go back and study hard."

She patted Wen Jiu on the back and said in a much lighter voice, "Okay, get up. Don't cry easily when you're this old."

"You know, I won't cry." Wen Jiu hugged Qiao Shinian tightly, but let go after just a few seconds.

"What happened after I fell asleep that day? Tell me what you know."

"When I met you and the virtuous king, you were leaning in his arms and mumbling something. Your voice was too soft for me to hear clearly. You were crying and said you wanted to see your parents."

"That's enough. I'm a bit socially awkward. Let's stop talking." Qiao Shinian held his forehead, raised his head and sighed deeply before asking, "What's the attitude of the virtuous king? He won't despise me, will he?"

"Your Highness, His Royal Highness the King of Virtue is here to visit Miss Qiao." Chunxue stood at the door and interrupted the memories inside.

"Please let him in." After Wen Jiu said that, he quickly found clothes for Qiao Shinian to put on.

"Fortunately, he didn't show any disgust and didn't show any expression." Wen Jiu said quickly.

Qiao Shinian nodded, put on his clothes, quickly lifted the quilt, and supported himself on the edge of the bed with both hands, as if he was about to get out of bed.

"Don't come down just after you woke up. I came to see you." Unexpectedly, as soon as Qiao Shinian shook his feet twice, Mu Qingchen walked in.

Qiao Shinian retracted his feet, looking bewildered: "I wasn't prepared to come down. You came to see me, so you must ask me how I feel. Your Highness, you are a meticulous person, so you must ask if my legs are okay or something like that.

Wen Jiu didn't ask me when he came in just now, so I didn't feel much. I wanted to feel it before you came in, and then I can answer you whether my legs are okay or not after a while."

Mu Qingchen suppressed his laughter and asked, "How is your leg?"

"To be honest, it's not that good. It's a bit sore and there's still some pain when I move my kneecap." Qiao Shinian answered truthfully.

As soon as she saw Mu Qingchen, she remembered her thoughts and actions before her consciousness gradually collapsed.

"Your Highness, I want to ask, have I said anything strange or disrespectful to you?" Qiao Shinian carefully looked at Mu Qingchen's expression.

Wen Jiu walked out with the bowl.

Mu Qingchen took two steps forward and said with a smile: "You said we are friends."

"Ah? Did I say something so excessive and self-righteous?" Qiao Shinian seemed to have no recollection of this.

"Yeah." Mu Qingchen became serious and nodded in response. Facing Qiao Shinian's watery and somewhat timid eyes, he only lasted two seconds before giving up. "You said that if you told me a secret, we would be friends. Friends should share secrets with each other."

"So what secrets did I tell you?"

Qiao Shinian suddenly had a fearful thought. Could she have said something she shouldn't have?

"You said I was good-looking, and for a while you were particularly fascinated by the melancholy vibe I had. You said I was your muse for a while."

Mu Qingchen spoke seriously, but Qiao Shinian had already covered his face.