After listening to my voice, the cannon fodder family collectively abused the scum

Duan Ying was extremely anxious.

"Your Highness, Your Highness! You must not get into any trouble!"

He quickly laid Feng Junche flat on the bed and covered him with a thick quilt.

He even moved the stove in the tent closer to the bed to try to warm up the surroundings.

Duan Ying knew that His Highness had fallen ill again. Every winter, His Highness would fall ill.

This time the situation is worse than before, and my hair, eyebrows and eyelashes are all covered with frost.

People are more like popsicles.

"Your Highness, please wait. I will prepare a medicinal bath for you right away."

There was still some medicine that the Medicine King had left for His Highness, so Duan Ying hurried to prepare it.

Feng Junche shouted at Duan Ying with all his strength.

"Let...Yuyao come, I want to see her..." Feng Junche's eyes trembled slightly. If you didn't look carefully, you would think he was dead.

Duan Ying said with red eyes.

"Your Highness, please wait, I'll be there soon..." Duan Ying opened the tent and left quickly.

Feng Junche felt extremely cold all over at this moment, and his entire body was frozen into an ice sculpture.

Frost formed on his cheeks and his whole body ached.

Duan Ying came to the big tent and saw Jiang Yuyao standing at the door of the tent, pacing back and forth.

His eyes were red and he was depressed.

"Miss Jiang, please come down casually."

Jiang Yuyao looked at Duan Ying, whose eyes were red.

I just thought that Duan Ying and Feng Junche had a deep brotherly relationship.

Sad for Feng Junche's death.

Arrived at Feng Junche’s tent.

Duan Ying said in a low voice.

"Miss Jiang, His Highness is inside, please go in."

After bringing the person there, Duan Ying also left. He had to go and prepare a medicinal bath for His Highness.

Jiang's hands trembled as she gently opened the tent.

A warm current rushed towards me in the tent.

She looked into the tent and saw a wooden bed and a large stove, nothing else.

The wood in the stove was burning beside the bed, making the tent warm.

But it couldn't warm her cold heart, so she walked slowly to the bed with heavy steps.

The person on the bed was covered with a thick winter quilt, his eyes open and his face frosted.

The hair, eyebrows, eyelashes and cheeks were covered with a layer of white frost.

Just like that, he stared at the top of the tent, seemingly dying with his eyes open.

Jiang couldn't hold it in any longer, she covered her mouth and sobbed.

Tears fell down her face, she sat down on the edge of the bed, and raised her hand to touch Feng Junche's cheek.

The icy touch made her heart ache violently.

She cried softly.

"Feng Junche, please get up. Please stop doing this, okay? Woo woo..."

"Feng Junche, I'm here to see you. Can you please wake up? Woo woo..."

"Didn't you say you wanted to stay by my side and protect me? You can't go back on your word, wuwu..."

"Didn't you say that you only care about me? Just because you care about me, will you leave me alone? Wuwu..."

"I beg you to wake up, okay?"

"I beg you, wuwuwu..."

"I just want you to be well. I don't want you to lie like this..."

Jiang threw herself on the quilt on Feng Junche's chest and almost fainted from crying.

Feng Junche's eyes trembled, but the crying Jiang didn't notice at all.

Feng Junche was in pain all over at this moment when he heard Jiang Yuyao's words.

He was very excited, and even more so, happy.

It turns out that Yuyao remembered everything he said, and it turns out that Yuyao cared about him.

Feng Junche forced himself to work hard to fight against the cold poison.

However, the more he exerted his strength, the more pain he felt all over his body.

His blood froze, his heart ached, and it became increasingly difficult for him to breathe.

Is he going to die today?

He was satisfied to be able to see Yuyao before his death.

Just when Feng Junche was in danger, Jiang Yuyao suddenly thought of something.

She stood up and took out a bottle from the space in her bracelet.

It said Resurrection Pill on it, she quickly opened the bottle and took out the pill.

The aroma of elixir instantly filled the tent, and Jiang didn't care about anything else.

He raised his hand and gently pried open Feng Junche's mouth, trying to feed the pill into him.

But Feng Junche's teeth were clenched tightly and he couldn't feed it.

Jiang was anxious and took the pill into his mouth.

Finally, it reached Feng Junche's mouth. Feng Junche was shocked. Yu Yao actually...

As the pill enters the mouth.

A powerful heat instantly spread to Feng Junche's limbs and bones.

The coldness all over his body disappeared instantly.

The frost on Feng Junche's cheeks, eyebrows, eyelashes and hair instantly turned into water.

Steam was coming out of his hair.

Jiang was delighted and shouted excitedly.

"Feng Junche, you're okay, right?"

"You're better now, aren't you?"

Feng Junche didn't move, Jiang raised her hand and probed Feng Junche's breath.

There was no trace of any breath, and Jiang's expression instantly dimmed.

She threw herself on Feng Junche's quilt and cried heart-wrenchingly.

"Feng Junche, please wake up, please? I beg you, wuwu..."

"I don't want you to leave me, wuwu..."

"When you wake up, I'll agree to everything you ask for, okay? Woo woo..."

…………

Feng Junche stopped pretending and didn’t want Yu Yao to cry for him anymore.

He asked, sitting up.

"Really? Are you really going to promise me everything?"

When Jiang heard this, her crying stopped.

He raised his eyes and met Feng Junche's.

She pointed at Feng Junche and said in disbelief.

He kept saying "you...you...you" for a long time but couldn't say a complete sentence.

A smile appeared on Feng Junche's lips.

"Yuyao, is what you just said true?"

Jiang Yuyao understood something instantly and said angrily.

"Okay, since you lied to me, I'm going to ignore you."

Feng Junche grabbed her wrist.

"Yuyao, what did I lie to you about?"

Jiang was so angry that she snorted and pushed Feng Junche hard on the chest.

"Hiss..." Feng Junche suddenly covered his chest and hissed in pain.

His face looked somewhat pale.

Jiang was so scared that she came to the bedside, supported him and said worriedly.

"Feng Junche, what's wrong with you?"

"Are you OK?"

"What's wrong with you?"

Feng Junche smiled sweetly in his heart.

"Don't worry, Yuyao. It's just a minor injury from the battlefield. It's nothing serious."

Jiang was anxious, "Let me see your injury." She said that without waiting for Feng Junche to react.

Just rip open his shirt to check the wound.

Feng Junche's cheeks instantly turned red, and he felt a little shy...

Jiang obviously didn't see it.

She saw the white gauze on Feng Junche's chest was bright red.

Apparently she had just pushed him, causing the wound to open.

Jiang said with a guilty look on her face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Let me re-bandage you!" As he said this, he unwound the gauze covering Feng Junche's wound.

The wounds of varying sizes on the chest were shocking.

It is conceivable that Feng Junche was stabbed countless times by the enemy while fighting on the battlefield.

Jiang felt so distressed that her eyes were filled with tears.

"Wait a minute, I'll bring you some hot water to clean your wound and apply some medicine."

Jiang was crying while cleaning Feng Junche's wound.

Feng Junche was both happy and upset, and comforted her.

"Yuyao, don't cry, it doesn't hurt at all..."

Jiang pretended to be calm.

"Who cried for you? I just had sand in my eyes."

Feng Junche didn't expose it either.

After cleaning up, Jiang took out a bottle of healing medicine from the space.

She gently applied medicine to Feng Junche with her fingertips, but the next scene shocked the two of them.

The moment the medicine was applied, the wound on Feng Junche's chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This..." The two exclaimed at the same time.

Jiang thought her eyes were blurry, so she raised her hand and touched the location of Feng Junche's wound.

I pressed it again and it really healed and the wound disappeared.

at this time.

Duan Ying opened the tent and shouted.

"Your Highness, the medicinal bath is good..." The words he wanted to say were stuck deep in his throat.