"There are some things that I can't help myself, it doesn't matter if you don't understand now, one day you will understand" The snow-clothed layman knew that Ning Qinghan had always had a knot in his heart, and he didn't force her, sighed, and said sadly

"Don't worry, Master, I understand" Ning Qinghan smiled bitterly, looked at her legs that were bandaged with thick gauze, and said bitterly

"You don't feel pain in your legs, don't be careless, after all, all the meridians on your legs are damaged, don't bandage the wound anymore, your injury is inside, blindly wrapping it is not conducive to healing, I have a bottle of painkillers with me, you keep it for spare," the snow-clothed layman instructed

"Master, I will go to the south to recuperate after the year, and Master will take care of me after I leave," Ning Qinghan said ruthlessly

The snow-clothed layman opened his mouth a few times, but he didn't know what to say, and finally he could only say two words dryly, "My senior brother is a ghost doctor who lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests, if you can go out of the capital, go find him."

Ning Qinghan let out a deep breath, now that the situation between the DPRK and China is tense, the identity of the master is definitely not simple, maybe he did it before just because he didn't want something to happen in the future and affect him.

"Master, don't be too sad, I'll go to the space to read books and find a cure for you" The little fox rubbed into Ning Qinghan's arms, and after saying a word of comfort, he flashed into the space.

"County Lord, Mrs. Shangguan is visiting, and she will be there soon" Ning Qinghan was just about to enter the space, and Xinghua walked in and said

"The palace is sick, the county lord's mansion is closed, let Mrs. Shangguan go back" A trace of annoyance flashed in Ning Qinghan's eyes, thinking about the emperor's jealousy of herself at present, she made proper arrangements, "By the way, tell Mrs. Shangguan tactfully, if there is anything, hand over a post to the Beiding Palace, and the palace will go back to the palace tomorrow to meet her." ”

"The slave and maid understand" Xinghua agreed, "County Lord, your face is not good-looking, are you tired, you quickly lie down and rest, the slave and maid will give you a soothing incense." ”

Ning Qinghan lay on the bed under the service of Xinghua, smelled the faint aroma of soothing incense, and fell asleep in a daze.

Xinghua stepped forward to tuck the quilt for Ning Qinghan and retreated softly.

The next day, at three o'clock in the sun, Ning Qinghan was woken up by the soreness coming from his body, and looked at Xingyue who was guarding the side with a hoarse voice, "What time is it?" ”

"County Lord, you're finally awake," Xingyue looked at her worriedly, "You had a little fever last night, and the slave didn't dare to call the doctor rashly, so she could only wipe your body with warm water."

"Have a heart" Ning Qinghan thought that maybe she was tired yesterday, and her injuries were a little recurrent, so she smiled, "What time is it?" ”

"It's over," Xingyue replied after looking at the sky

"Let's change clothes for the main palace" Ning Qinghan immediately sat up and pointed to the chair placed in the corner, "Push that wheelchair over, this palace will take the wheelchair over"

"Yes," Xingyue called Xinghua, who was keeping vigil outside, and the two of them finally put on Ning Qinghan's clothes with great effort.

"County Lord, what kind of hairpin to comb today" Xingyue pushed Ning Qinghan to the dresser, picked up the comb, and asked

"Flying hairpin, hurry up" Ning Qinghan said anxiously, "By the way, bring Yuan'er and go back to your grandfather's house with the palace." ”