My dark guard ran away with a bag

With no food or drink, and wounded all over, Qing Ling developed a high fever at night, and no one cared about her.If Thirty, the youngest of the hidden guards, hadn't heard that something happened to him and came to see him, I'm afraid Qingling would have died here without a sound.

The dark guard was punished and couldn't take the medicine by himself, so he could only go to the prince and beg for it at thirty.

Jun Wuji didn't respond on the surface, but went to Qingling's hut alone at night.

The temperature on his forehead was hot, and he murmured, "I like it, I like it."

Jun Wuji knew that his little dark guard was saying that he liked him.He never knew the sincerity of this little secret guard.

Feeling soft, he directly carried him back to the dormitory and invited a doctor.

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Qingling couldn't understand at all, how could everything have changed after sleeping, could it be that everything just now was a dream?The master didn't beat himself, let alone regard himself as a substitute for his brother?

What should I do if I suddenly feel a little excited?

Then Qing Ling jumped up and stretched to the wound, a tragedy...

Because of the pain, Qingling couldn't sit still, and rolled directly under the bed, knocking over the medicine bowl in Jun Wuji's hand, and the bowl shattered on the ground, and the sharp fragments cut Qingling's arm four or five times, bleeding Screaming out, Qingling felt wronged...

Jun Wuji watched this moment of effort, and Qing Ling had already tossed and bruised her body, and the bandages on her back were soaked in blood.

As for Qing Ling, like a puppy, helplessly looking at her master.

Jun Wuji leaned over, picked him up, put him back on the bed and lay down.Then I heard a cry of "ah".No way, where did Jun Wuji take care of the injured, how did he know that he couldn't lie down because of his back injury, he had been lying down before, no he didn't cry!

Call a try when you're dizzy.

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I called the doctor to bandage him, and the doctor said earnestly, "My lord, if you haven't punished this little brother enough, don't call the old man to come over and fiddle around. You have punished him enough anyway. If you are still alive, you don't want him to die. Call me again."

"Of course, I don't guarantee that the life will not be saved, but it will save you the trouble of going back and forth."

Apparently, the doctor thought that the new injury on Qingling's body was caused by the prince's beating, after all, who would scratch porcelain on his body for nothing?

"The king didn't punish him, he did it himself."

Qingling hurriedly nodded to show the credibility of Jun Wuji's words.

The doctor cast a clear look at the two of them, meaning that you are the master, of course what you say is what you say.

Jun Wuji was at a loss for words, but this doctor is the uncle of the concubine's mother's family, so he can't move yet.I knew that I could find a doctor on the street.

Before leaving, the doctor prescribed a bunch of prescriptions, including maintenance prescriptions for Qingling's back.According to his words, the man at the bottom is vulnerable to injury and needs maintenance.Qing Ling's face was full of lovelessness, this doctor must be poisonous, how could he tell that he was the one below, the Lord obviously hadn't touched him for half a year...

There were only two people left in Nuo Da's house.Qingling just remembered that the Lord didn't want him, and beat him, and he was only used as a substitute in the past, the more he thought about it, the sadder he became, he simply hugged the pillow and lay on the bed, looking inward, saying no throat.

Jun Wuji found that he still liked the lively vitality of Qing Ling.So she sat on the edge of the bed, "Qing'er."

Qingling turned her head, this address made Qingling feel very uncomfortable, "Can the Lord stop calling you by this name?"

"The name given by this king, this king still can't call it." Jun Wuji chuckled lightly, sounding in a good mood.

"This name, this king has only called you."

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