Chapter 18: You must hug your thighs
After a short period of venting, Tang Yanning quickly calmed down her mood, and almost at the same time made a decision, she had to hold Yan Lone's golden thigh!
As the saying goes, it's better to have your back against a big tree. The big trees have run to her, and if she doesn't make good use of it, then she will be a mallet!
So she stood up and asked Yan Lin very earnestly, "You have been in a coma for a long time, are you hungry?" I'm going to get you something to eat. β
Without waiting for Yan Lin to speak, Tang Yanning lifted the hem of her skirt and ran to the small kitchen.
After a while, a tray came in with a small blue and white pot on it.
"You have injuries on your body, and you have been in a coma for a long time, and you can't eat anything that is too greasy." Tang Yanning carefully lifted the lid of the small pot, "Let's eat some bird's nest porridge first." β
"I never eat anything sweet and greasy." Yan Lonely's gaze moved away from Tang Yan's white, spring-like fingers, and said very arrogantly.
Why is it so hard to serve?
Tang Yanning sighed secretly in her heart. On second thought, what about the villain, it's not good to serve that personality.
"This isn't sweet." She said softly, "This is the best blood bird's nest, I asked people to stew it all day, and then it was warmed on a very small fire, and only a little snowflake rock candy was put in it, which is particularly nourishing to the body." Would you like to try it? β
The small silver spoon gently scooped up the porridge and blew it to Yan Lone's mouth.
Looking at the small silver spoon, Yan Lone's gaze changed in an instant.
Once upon a time, someone brought a spoonful of chicken soup to his mouth like this, and coaxed him to eat it in such a gentle tone.
"Good boy, this chicken soup has been boiled all day by my mother, the essence is in the soup, you can drink some of it, and your illness will be cured."
I seemed to remember the voice that I had already remembered in my memory.
Closing his eyes, Yan opened his mouth and swallowed a spoonful of bird's nest porridge.
Tang Yanning laughed, "That's right!" β
Another spoonful was fed.
In this way, she fed, Yan Lin ate, there was not much bird's nest porridge, and in less than half an hour, the bottom of the blue and white cup was seen.
Tang Yanning put the small cup aside, took the wet cloth towel to wipe her hands, and winked at Yan Shi, "Can I see your injuries?" β
Yan was stunned, "What? β
"That's it, untie the bandage, look at your wounds." Tang Yanning said while gesturing with her hand, "Don't be shy, just see if there is inflammation in the wound." I see that you also use a sword, and you must know that the most feared thing about these red wounds is that the wound is red and swollen, that is, inflammation, which can kill people if it is serious! β
Yan Lin frowned, "Are you a girl or not?" β
The toughest girl in the capital doesn't have such a big horn to see a man's body.
Let's look at such a thing, isn't it the one who should be healed?
"Look at this kind of thing, is there still a distinction between men and women?" Tang Yanning was surprised, "Even in the palace, there are also medical women." I know medical science, sit down! β
couldn't help but say, Tang Yanning stepped forward and ripped off the cloth belt on Yan Lian's body.
The strength was a little stronger, and Yan Lone's eyebrows moved.
Maybe it was the life-saving pill of Imperial Physician Wang, or maybe it was the wound medicine that Lin Fu brought that worked, except for the most serious wound on his chest, which was slightly infrared, there was nothing abnormal in the rest of the places.
Tang Yanning was relieved, took the clean cloth belt and tied it to Yan Lin again. While tying up, his mouth was still commanding, "Raise your arms a little...... That's right, that's it. β
It can be seen that she is indeed very good at bandaging her wounds, and the cloth belt is tied very neatly and rigorously.
Tang Yanning clapped her hands and said with a smile: "It's a little red, tomorrow I will go to the mountains to pick some herbs for you to put on them, and it will be fine soon." Speaking of which, what's the deal with you? Covered in blood, I don't know, were you chased from the mountain and fell under the cliff? β
Yan Lin glanced at her.
Tang Yanning consciously slid her hand on her mouth and didn't ask.
The atmosphere was slightly awkward.
After a while, Yan Xiao said lightly, "It's about the same as you guessed." On my way back to Beijing, I met the Assassins. β
"Really?" Tang Yanning always thought that assassins only existed in film and television dramas. But on second thought, she was in a book herself, and it wasn't unusual to have assassins. "Do you know who the assassins are?"
Is anyone trying to kill Yan Lone? Although it seems to have been mentioned in the original book, Yan Lone, a villain, has a respected status, holds millions of military power, and has the emperor's trust and grace, so he controls the government and even coerces the Son of Heaven to order the ministers in the back, and I don't know how many people want to kill him.
But for now, Yan Lone's character design should not have reached the time when the power leans towards the government and the opposition villain, right?
Yan Lin sneered, "It's just a rat who doesn't dare to show his true face with his head covered and his face covered." I'll ...... when I get back to Beijing."
He didn't continue, but the unfinished meaning made Tang Yanning shudder.
"You have a good rest, a good night's sleep. Don't worry, although I don't know who your enemy is, I have already asked someone to clean up all the traces, and no one can find here. β
As soon as she turned around, Tang Yanning picked up the tray and went out happily, and suddenly poked her head in from the door again, and told Yan Lin with a smile, "I'll make you chicken noodle soup tomorrow morning." β
Without waiting for Yan Shi to speak, he had already disappeared.
Yan Silent lowered his eyes, quietly listening to the footsteps from the verandah outside gradually moving away, and after a long time, he raised his hand and pressed it on the wound in his heart, not knowing what he was thinking.
At the same time, somewhere in the capital, in a deep compound.
Someone threw a cup of tea on the ground.
"The master is angry."
In the dimly lit room, a man in black immediately knelt down, his voice trembling.
The person sitting at the top did not speak, but raised his hand. A figure appeared behind the man in black, and the short sword silently sank into the left side of the man in black. The man in black was crooked, out of breath.
"Thirteen."
The man above spoke.
The figure hidden in the darkness stepped forward and bowed silently, as if waiting for orders.
"You go to Xishan quickly and find out." Even if the night is dark and you can't see the face of the head of the head clearly, you can feel the anger in his voice just by listening to the voice.
The sound was cold and piercing in the dark night.
"Remember, to live is to see people, and to die is to see corpses."
"Yes."
Thirteen bowed down to receive the order, waited for a while, and saw that the person above had no more orders, dragged the dead body, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
"Useless stuff!" When there was no one else in the room, the head slammed his hand on the table beside him, gritted his teeth and roared.
Yan Lonely, at this time, was just a little-known prince in the capital, and he was able to escape the ambush of the four best dead soldiers under his command. At this time, there is no trace, no one is alive, no one is dead, no corpse is seen, how can it not annoy people!
After a long time, the person at the top seemed to be a little calmer, and called in a low voice, "Come on." β
"Master." From the side compartment, another figure flashed out.
The person at the top hesitated for a long time and said coldly: "Go back." β
"Yes."