When taking Anyang out, the cell bosses on duty on death row were a little unresponsive and took people out in a daze.

Anyang limped, every step was painful, but he was happy in his heart, and his dirty face was full of joy.

His sister really rescued him so quickly!

But An Miao was not as happy as him, her eyes turned around on An Yang's injured leg, and her cold gaze was fixed on the cell head in the back.

"You should have received the news, my brother An Ruyang was acquitted, since he didn't hurt anyone, then can any of you give me an explanation about the injuries on his body?"

An Miao is really angry, her temper is not big, but if she is provoked to the bottom line, she can't be easily sent off.

"It's... I don't know. The eyes of the cell boss drifted everywhere, and there were very few people who could get out after entering death row, who knows how An Ruyang walked out.

was on death row before, but in the world of their buddies, it was common to beat or scold prisoners, and they were not polite at all.

Anyway, those are the ones who are going to die, and no one cares if they are missing arms and legs.

It's always been a habit like this, until now there's an An Ruyang.

"You don't know?" An Miao sneered, persecuting without giving an inch, "When my brother was taken away, but countless people looked at it, his leg was fine, there was no problem at all, and now Laurie has lived for more than a day, and he is lame!" Who gave you the right to torture prisoners, I don't think even Lord Fu Yin would dare, right? ”

"How dare I... Oops..."The cell boss was frightened, and waved his hand again and again, "Girl, I really don't know what's going on with your brother's leg, it has nothing to do with me, it could be the rest of them..."

"You're the cell boss, and it has nothing to do with you, which means that if Lord Fu Yin investigates it, you will say the same? Then what kind of cell boss are you? ”

It was the first time for An Yang to see such an aggressive An Miao, in his impression, his sister had always been a gentle and intelligent person, and there seemed to be nothing she couldn't do.

He had never seen An Miao angry, but now it was because of him that An Miao was really angry.

His nose was a little sour, An Yang lowered his head and wiped his eyes vigorously.

An Miao was still arguing with the cell boss, telling the steward in this death row that she was in a cold sweat, and finally had no choice, so she called over to another cell boss who injured An Yang, and apologized respectfully.

An Miao is still not satisfied, just admit your mistake with one sentence, An Yang's torture is not small at all, if it is delayed, there may be a possibility that one leg will be abolished.

This is still Anyang, with her outside to relieve her grievances, if it were someone else, she might be really wronged to death.

"Sister, forget it, I want to go home."

Seeing that it was getting more and more chaotic, An Yang pulled An Miao's sleeve, the tip of his nose was still red, and with a dirty face, he looked particularly pitiful.

An Miao's heart hurt again, and then she thought that An Yang's leg injury had not been treated, so she immediately frowned and glared at the cell boss.

"For my brother's sake, let's just forget it first, if there is a next time, I will definitely go directly to Lord Fu Yin, it's not easy for you to be an official, don't let others pick it up." Institutions

parting, I didn't forget to plant a suspicion in the heart of the cell boss.

People are unpredictable, and after An Miao's voice fell, the cell boss really glanced at the little cell head next to him thoughtfully.

An Miao is a very grudgeful, and she doesn't want to suffer any grievances, let alone the person she cares about, so she helped An Yang all the way back to Leshan Pharmacy, and let An Yang sit in the recliner, An Miao tore open the cloth on his calf that was covered with blood, and was distressed by the bloody wound inside.

found the medicine powder for the trauma and applied it to the wound, An Yang's painful body trembled, he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound, An Miao touched his hair, bandaged the wound neatly, and took out the blood tonic pill he had obtained in the palace before and gave it to An Yang.

The things inside the palace are naturally the best, and where the materials are placed, even An Miao can't use these ordinary medicinal materials in his hand to make the same effect.

By the time An Yang was given medicine, he had already fallen asleep groggily on the recliner.

An Miao touched the cold sweat on her forehead, she was also tired, she had walked so far in a day, and fought with countless people, she was naturally sleepy.

But now is not the time to rest, she went over and took her coat and draped it on An Yang's body, went to the kitchen to light a fire, scooped up the rice and put it in the pot, and moved a small bench to sit aside.

Finally able to catch her breath, An Miao leaned against the wall, squinting her eyes to look at the stove, she thought that it should be a while before it could be cooked, and her consciousness slowly sank.

When I woke up again, I woke up the aroma of rice.

The sky was slightly bright, An Miao opened her eyes in a daze, and saw a vague white shadow standing in front of the stove, holding a spoon in her hand and stirring the porridge in the pot.

"Your Majesty?"

After seeing the appearance of the person who came, An Miao's eyes widened, and she almost fell off the small bench.

"Huh?" Murong Che turned his head, the movements in his hand did not stop, he turned out a bowl to hold porridge, and said softly: "I still want to wait to call you, now that I wake up, it's time to eat something, right?" ”

When the emperor is the emperor, he is now cooking porridge for her here?

Could there be a more amazing scene than the one in front of you?

An Miao's eyes widened, and she subconsciously took the porridge, held it in her hand but didn't drink it, and muttered, "You..." What are you doing here? Isn't this the time of the morning pilgrimage? ”

Murong Che reluctantly picked up the spoon, scooped half a spoonful, and sent it to his lips and blew it twice, the temperature was okay, before handing it to An Miao's mouth, "Come and see you, be good, drink." ”

In the same tone as coaxing children, An Miao pursed her mouth, but she also obediently swallowed the porridge, and when Murong Che blew the second spoonful, she asked again:

"Do you know what's going on on my side?"

"How can I have such a way to reach the sky." Murong Che handed over the second spoonful, and a trace of distress flashed in his eyes, "I just wanted to see you, and I knew about it, so I couldn't wait for a moment." ”

An Miao's face flushed, and she was a little overwhelmed by the love in his tone, and muttered in a low voice, "It's okay now, I'll take care of it, those people are jealous of my pharmacy's good business, so it's just a stumbling block behind my back, it's a small thing." ”

"An Miao." Murong Che was silent, and his tone suddenly became serious, "If I wasn't here today, didn't you plan to tell me all along?" Do you have to carry everything alone? ”