Ning Jiao's eyes searched around the room, but she didn't see Song Chumo's figure, only the wheelchair next to the bed.

She was wondering where the others had gone, and the guard outside the door was not there, when she heard a weak voice from the other side of the bed: "This king, here." ”

Ning Jiao looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw that next to the wheelchair, there was a white corner of clothes, which was moving slightly, she blinked and asked, "Lord Wang, did you fall to the ground?" ”

Song Chumo: "......" just knows, why do you have to ask again.

"Come and help me." His commanding tone.

Ning Jiao sighed, hurriedly pushed open the door, trotted over there, just now at the door, I could only see the corners of the white clothes floating, and when I got closer, I found that Song Chumo was lying on the ground in a strange posture, his clothes were slightly messy, not as neat as before, and he looked very embarrassed.

The man's handsome and fair face also made a red mark on the ground, and there was a trace of pity in the embarrassment.

Ning Jiao was stunned, "What's the matter...... What does this look like? Aren't you sitting on the edge of the bed? If you want to get out of bed, you have trouble with your legs and feet, so you can call someone. ”

Song Chumo coughed lightly, his expression was slightly embarrassed, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, help me up." ”

Didn't he see that she and Zilu had been out for a long time and hadn't come back, and he was anxious.

The two guards at the door were called by her to receive the punishment not long after Ning Jiao and Zilu left.

"Uh-oh." Ning Jiao nodded again and again, walked up to him, and bent down to help the person up.

Song Chumo is tall, and his weight is one hundred and twenty pounds, which is quite heavy.

When she helped him up, she helped him up with no effort.

"Where did the prince fall, do you need me to help you find a miracle doctor to come back and see?" Ning Jiao sat down on the edge of the bed and asked very doggedly, with concern in her eyes.

Song Chumo's negative emotions of feeling like he was useless by that fall, and after seeing that touch of concern, he felt a little better.

He nodded slightly, reached out and pressed his leg, and his voice was faint: "My leg hurts." ”

"Then I'll call the miracle doctor back!" Ning Jiao turned around and was about to run outside, and just after walking a few steps, she heard Song Chumo say, "Don't call him." ”

"Huh?" Ning Jiao blinked, "That'...... I help the prince with a massage? ”

"......" Song Chumo thought about it and thought it was okay, so he smiled lightly and said coldly: "Yes." ”

Ning Jiao returned the same way, half-squatted in front of the bed, dragged the man's legs with both hands and put them flat on the wheelchair, then his hands fell on his legs, and took a breath: "Then, I'm going to start massaging, I may not be able to control the strength, just tell me if the prince is in pain, I'll light." ”

Song Chumo still nodded.

The long and torturous massage began.

Ning Jiao's technique is not bad, she read that Song Chumo's legs and feet are inconvenient, and the force of her hands is very light, and she has no force at all.

She pressed him while observing the man's facial expression, and saw that she did not show dissatisfaction or pain because of the strength problem, and her heart was slightly relieved.

It's boring to massage all the time, Song Chumo doesn't speak, except for being quiet in the room, it's quiet.

Ning Jiao wanted to find something to talk about, but she didn't know what to say, which was very distressing.

She pursed her lips, and suddenly thought of the pool between the east and west chambers, and the thing about her teasing the little goldfish to be sucked by some force.