The man looked at her for a moment, and then, a smile appeared on Jun's face, "You know you care about me?" ”

"Say what? Concerned about you? It doesn't matter if you live or die, it's just that if you die, I will be buried with you! Jing Qingran glanced to the side.

"Still hard-mouthed?" He wanted to reach out and take her into his arms.

"Don't move, you want the wound to worsen and bleed a lot, don't you? Your life is not worth much, but my life is precious! Jing Qingran immediately spoke out to stop it.

This woman is a dead duck with a hard mouth.

Mu Zhengchen shook his head helplessly, and no longer stretched out his hand, nor did he make other movements.

"Sit well, for the sake of your serious injury, my sister will surrender her identity and serve you, if you have any questions, just open your mouth directly." Jing Qingran had a condescending attitude.

It seems that it is a matter of course for the princess in ancient times to serve the prince......

Mu Zhengchen was also accustomed to her appearance, and nodded immediately, "Okay, then I will trouble you, princess." ”

"Well, if you find it troublesome to this princess, then open your mouth less, and you shouldn't have anything to serve me......" Jing Qingran nodded, and then, frowned.

There are a lot of people, and there are more people who can serve the prince, what does she need to serve him well?

"I'm hungry now." Mu Zhengchen said lightly.

"Didn't you just eat?" Jing Qingran squeezed out this sentence from between his teeth.

"I just ate it, but I didn't eat enough." A high-minded and indifferent posture made the woman beside her crazy.

His body hurts so much, the wound is so deep, the previous meal together is just for show, he can chew food, he has put in a lot of dark energy, can he eat enough?

There is very little to come.

"What do you want to eat?" Jing Qingran still compromised.

Mu Zhengchen looked at her, and then said, "A little porridge is enough." ”

"I'll go and give you Zhang Luo, sit here." There was no one standing here, Jing Qingran could only walk by herself, she had already gotten up, as if she was not at ease, and looked back at the man and said, "Don't move!" ”

The man didn't even think she was verbose, and nodded very rarely.

Like a big boy who is very obedient......

Seeing him nodding, Jing Qingran turned around and went out with satisfaction.

This is the palace, except for the imperial dining room, there is no kitchen in each palace, and King Chen has just been injured, it is enough to see that this palace is not necessarily so safe.

Everything needs to be mindful.

Jing Qingran personally went to the imperial dining room with his subordinates to get food, and only after confirming that the food was non-toxic did he come back.

"Let it go." Jing Qingran said to the palace maids assigned to serve them.

The porridge had already been served, and the palace maid carefully placed the plate on the table not far from where the man was sitting.

This is the palace, not just one person can come in, so the personal person may not be able to bring it, after entering the palace, there will be a special palace person to serve, so Jing Qingran will be so careful.

The purple fir is not here.

The maid had retreated to the side and stood, the man sat as if he had not moved, and the woman sat down not far from him, and between them was a bowl of light fragrant porridge.

"Can I drink it myself?" Jing Qingran asked him, and the tone seemed unnatural.

"Can ......" and the man reached for the bowl.

"Stop! Look at you clumsiness, moving your hands and feet, maybe the wound is about to open again, or sister is reluctant to make it difficult, feed you......" After speaking, Jing Qingran picked up the spoon and porcelain bowl, looking very reluctant......