The paranoid hero who is about to wear clothes is squeamish again

Chapter 53 The sick and spoiled courtiers, flirting online 15
Bai Weisheng nodded, and helped Ji Buchen.

There was a bit of bookishness in his voice, "My lord, we found a bandit den not far away, and when the time comes, we will treat it first."

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The bandits occupied the entire mountain, sitting on the mountain and reigning as kings.

During the days when Ji Buchen was being treated, Qi Cheng was in charge of picking wild fruits up the mountain.

Well, other than that, Qi Cheng greeted her every day and night.

I hope that Ji Buchen tomorrow will smile more than Ji Buchen today.

"Lang Jun, drink the medicine."

Qi Cheng took the initiative to take over the job of feeding the medicine.

Ji Buchen drinks two kinds of medicine every day, one is to suppress the toxicity in the body, and the other is to treat injuries.

She likes to give medicine.

Because it can bring her a very subtle feeling.

If you can call Da Lang, it will be even more subtle.

Qi Cheng helped Ji Buchen up, holding his body and letting him lean on the bed.

She took a spoonful of the potion, put it to her mouth, and blew gently.

Yue Mo stopped burning his mouth, so he slowly sent it to his mouth.

Move gently, treating him like a fragile treasure.

Ji Buchen got used to her actions in the past few days, so he took off his mask. By now, the scar on his forehead had faded a lot.

Every time he was about to finish feeding the medicine, Qi Cheng would always tilt his head and exclaim, "Your Majesty is so good."

This time is no exception.

But there was an extra sentence, "Lang Jun's forehead injury will heal soon."

When she said this, the stars seemed to be crushed in her eyes, cute and gentle.

Ji Buchen's heart trembled slightly, and then he spurned in his heart——

This is the daughter of the enemy.

The girl didn't notice it, her almond eyes were still bent, "Lang Jun, I still have a bowl of medicine, should I drink it now, or later?"

He coughed lightly, closed his eyes, and signaled her to go out.

Qi Cheng grabbed the hem of her skirt, looked at him for a few seconds, pursed her lips, put down the medicine bowl, and ran out.

When she ran out, Ji Buchen couldn't hold back, opened his deep eyes, and glanced at her back.

The little girl seemed a little depressed.

Holding the hem of the skirt with her hands, her little head drooped, and she walked a little flustered.

Was he just too indifferent?

Ji Buchen frowned lightly.

It's better to be indifferent, lest he soften his heart to her.

It happened that Bai Weisheng had something important to do, so he walked in waving his folding fan, met the little girl at the door, and said to Ji Buchen in surprise, "It's rare to see the little girl so happy. Did you praise her?"

"Happy?" Ji Buchen said in a low voice, savoring these two words carefully.

Bai Weisheng waved the folding fan, and the lips under the folding fan smiled slightly, "Yeah, I guess I ran to the back mountain to catch crickets again."

Ji Buchen didn't speak, and his face was a little gloomy.

Bai Weisheng had long been accustomed to his cold appearance, and said to himself, "My lord, those people in southern Xinjiang are too cunning, and the people sent didn't catch them."

Ji Buchen slightly raised his eyelids, his voice hoarse, "Don't chase after them, they will come to your door."

"She catches crickets every day?"

He asked again in a calm voice, speaking a little slowly.

It took Bai Weisheng a long time to react before realizing who he was talking about, shaking his head, "It's not like catching crickets every day."

"A few days ago, the owner of the village caught a fluffy white rabbit for her. She hugged the little white rabbit and played happily for several days."

Thinking of the happy look of the girl holding the rabbit, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

So he didn't notice Ji Buchen's increasingly gloomy face.

Ji Buchen closed his eyes lightly, clasped his fingertips together, and continued to listen to Bai Weisheng's talk about the girl.

She delivered medicine to him every day, and whispered his kindness in his ear every day.

But never told him about her happiness.

Her smile in front of him seemed to be perfunctory, as if she had completed a task.

(End of this chapter)