After leaving the tent, he said something to a soldier outside. After a while, the soldier brought a large pile of white cotton cloth.
When Long Fuyue saw the white cotton cloth, her face turned slightly red. She glanced at Feng Qianyu and said, "You... you go out first."
Feng Qianyu smiled.
The white cloths were all cut and stacked one by one. Long Fuyue hurriedly replaced one piece and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Only the pain in her stomach was still a bit unbearable, but she could only do it like this.[
I fainted. It turns out that this little princess also suffers from dysmenorrhea! This uncle, the King of Hell, has really caused me misery...
She was feeling a little sorry for herself when she saw Tian'er lifting the tent curtain and walking in.
As soon as the little girl saw Long Fuyue's legs bandaged like rice dumplings, she whispered: "Fuyue, what's wrong with your legs?"
Naturally, Long Fuyue couldn't tell the truth to her, so he laughed twice: "Well, that one accidentally fell, and... it broke."
Tian'er looked like she suddenly realized: "Oh, no wonder the prince asked me to serve you. It turns out that's what happened. Fu Yue, the prince treats you very differently. He has so many concubines, even if he breaks them
He wouldn't care about your neck. I didn't expect... I didn't expect that he would care about you so much." There was a hint of envy in her tone.
Long Fuyue glared at her, not knowing whether to cry or laugh. She deliberately tensed up her face: "Tian'er, you are not a friend enough. I broke my leg and you didn't even say a word of concern. Instead, you crowded around me.
coming?"
Tian'er was stunned, her face flushed uncomfortably, and she hurriedly said, "How could that be possible?! I have always regarded you as a friend. However, I'm afraid we won't be friends for long. The prince loves you so much. In the future, you
He will become our master, how can a girl be friends with her master?" There was a trace of sadness in her words.
Long Fuyue tapped her head: "Silly girl, just because you like your prince doesn't mean that I will like you. So I won't be your master. Besides, will you stop treating me as a friend if I become your master?"
Don’t you think your class concept is too strong?”