Lu Mian cooked fish soup for Mo Zhao for three days.

When the bandage was removed on the fourth day, in fact, there was no need for Lu Mian to remove it, and Mo Zhao himself could lift his feet to feel it. However, he still sat obediently in a wheelchair, looking at Lu Mian expectantly.

Lu Mian brought a basin of warm water and put it in front of Mo Zhao.

She crouched down, the bandages were gently removed, and the crumbs of herbs that had lost their medicinal properties were gently lifted to the ground by Lu Mian.

Mo Zhao's wound had completely healed, and although the difference in color between the tender flesh and the other thigh flesh around the wound was very obvious, the pink scar was countless times more than the hideous festering wound before.

Lu Mian took the cloth in a hurry, gently washed off the residual medicine residue on the wound, then put down the hem of his clothes, and encouraged Mo Zhao: "Your Highness, you stand up and try." ”

Mo Zhao sat in a wheelchair, and the hand clutching his clothes at his side revealed the uneasiness in his master's heart.

Lu Mian didn't urge, he stood in place and waited patiently, looking at him with an encouraging look.

After a long time.

Mo Zhao seemed to have made up his mind.

Two small hands rested on the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair, and the body was slightly strained.

Under Lu Mian's gaze, Mo Zhao slowly got up, and finally got out of the wheelchair and stood up.

There was a slight painful and itchy sensation in the thigh wound.

Mo Zhao looked down at his legs and couldn't help but redden.

It's not painful.

It's exciting.

When he first heard the imperial doctor say that his leg bones were shattered and would not heal for life, only Mo Zhao knew in his heart how desperate he was at that time.

Before he met Lumian, he hid in the quilt and cried secretly almost every night.

Every morning when he got up and saw his disabled legs, Mo Zhao felt pain and despair.

For three months, even he himself has come to terms with the fact that he will spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

He didn't expect him to be able to stand up.

Mo Zhao raised his head and looked at Lu Mian.

The tears that had been holding back in his eyes finally couldn't help but come out of his eyes.

"Sister Sleep." He choked up, his voice containing endless grievances.

Mo Zhao suddenly opened his arms and fell towards Lu Mian.

Lu Mian was startled, and subconsciously reached out to support him and hold him in his arms.

In the past half a month, Lu Mian didn't know how many times he hugged Mo Zhao.

From getting up and putting him in a wheelchair, and from taking a shower to carry him back to bed to sleep. It can be said that Lu Mian is more familiar with his body than Mo Zhao himself.

It's the same now, after holding Mo Zhao in his arms, almost without thinking about it, Lu Mian changed to a position that made Mo Zhao feel familiar.

Lu Mian lowered his head and looked at Mo Zhao nervously: "What's wrong?" Is the wound painful or something else? ”

"Nope." Mo Zhao lay in Lu Mian's arms, his hands tightly grasped the clothes on Lu Mian's waist, and his crying voice was immature and sincere: "Sister Mian is the best person for me in this world, I like Sister Mian." ”

Lu Mian was immediately relieved when he heard this, and he probably understood in his heart that His Royal Highness was too excited after being able to walk again.

She hugged His Royal Highness, let him rely on her, and waited quietly for him to calm down his mood.

However, the little highness who had just recovered could not stand for too long, and after the time was about right, Lu Mian pushed him.

The little man in his arms was soft, and he didn't react when he was pushed.

Lu Mian looked down and saw that His Royal Highness was actually asleep.

Lu Mian carried the person to the bed.

The futon on the bed is still the same as before, but it has been washed twice by Lu Mian in the past half a month, and it has been taken out to dry for a few days, and now the quilt has long been no longer smelly. Not only does it not smell anymore, but it also exudes a faint aroma of soaphorn mixed with the sun.

When the queen was not out of the cabinet, she was called the first beauty in the capital.

And when the emperor was young, he was also the most handsome of the princes.

As the son of the two, His Royal Highness naturally looks not bad.

It's just that before, I was starving, and I was injured and sloppy.

Even if Lu Mian washed him up and cleaned him up later, he looked a little pitiful with yellow face and thin muscles.

And in the past half a month, after Lu Mian came, Mo Zhao was well taken care of, fed and clothed every day, and had sufficient nutrition, not only the injuries on his legs were healed by Lu Mian, but even a lot of flesh grew on his body.

The child's metabolic ability is very strong, and he drank so much spiritual spring water that Lu Mian took out of the space. Mo Zhao, who was still thin like a little beggar for half a month, has long since returned to the ruddy complexion that a normal person should have, and even the baby fat on both sides of his cheeks, which he used to be hungry from, has grown back, and his face is pink and jade.

Even if you are sleeping on the bed with your eyes closed, it is so cute to look at.

Lu Mian stretched out his hand and gently touched the white jade-like cheek of His Royal Highness, and his heart was full of a sense of accomplishment.

The healing of Mo Zhao's leg injury can be regarded as a happy event.

Lu Mian plans to go to the kitchen to make a table of dishes and come out to celebrate.

Since there were endless ingredients in the space, Lu Mian began to cook vegetables and soup in the small kitchen to replenish His Royal Highness's body.

And on the side of the imperial dining room, Lu Mian still goes to every meal.

Otherwise, if she didn't get food for a long time, others would definitely think that something had happened to her and Mo Zhao.

As for the meals brought back, Lumian will not waste them, and they can be used to feed the fish and the chicks.

She only tentatively put the dumplings on the eggs and duck eggs, but the dumplings actually hatched chicks.

On the day the chicks hatched, Lumian built a chicken nest near the small vegetable garden.

The meals and porridge that I brought back from the imperial dining room every day were just enough to feed the chickens.

In order to make them grow up healthy, Lu Mian will also put one or two drops of spiritual spring water in the porridge. Livestock have much stronger perception than humans, and they almost don't need to be called by the deer, and they can eat the rice and porridge that the deer mian brings every day. The body shape is also changing day by day, and it has grown up in a few days.

Although the duck eggs in the basket have not moved, Lu Mian has also paid special attention to them, some of the duck eggs have changed, and you can even see two small black dots in the eggshell through the eggshell, which are the eyes of the ducklings that are about to take shape.

I believe that it will not be long before a duckling cub will come out.

Lu Mian reached out and touched the dumplings at that time, and for the first time realized that the dumplings were not useless.

……

After Mo Zhao woke up, he got up from the bed, squinted his eyes and sat on the bed with a confused expression, waiting for Lu Mian to come and hug him.

After a long while, Mo Zhao remembered that his leg was already healed.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, slowly approached the edge of the bed, and landed on his feet.

There was a slight numbness in the wound, but Lu Mian had said that this was normal.

Mo Zhao stood on the ground, walking around.

It was only now that he finally had a glimmer of realism that his legs had healed.