Cheyue was startled, and his heart was suddenly filled with tenderness. He nodded and asked his two junior brothers to accompany him.
After Cheyue left, Xiao Wen and others gently opened the door and saw several large candles lighting up inside, illuminating the whole room very brightly.
The pale-faced Ting Qingyu was lying on the bed. A basin of blood was still on the ground. The quilt covered Ting Qingyu, only exposing the injured shoulder.
Xiao Wen felt heartache, and Chuo Luo walked over with a dark face. Yue Cang stood there with tears falling continuously.
Wen Bai, Xueze and Qian Zun stood behind Chuo Luo, silently looking at Ting Qingyu whose breathing was weak but steady, and the corners of their eyes were quietly moist.[
Something happened to the princess, but they couldn't do anything to help. They silently acknowledged the pain...
Everyone felt sad, and at the same time envied Cheyue for having such an opportunity to stay by the princess's side and silently protect her.
If it were them, if the princess fell down the hole, would they react in time and fall in with the princess?
They had to admire Cheyue's reaction and persistence. She never hesitated to follow the princess...
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When Ting Qingyu woke up, it was already the afternoon of the second day.
The sun slanted in, casting a hazy shadow on the curtain. She opened her eyes hard and felt that the countless pains on her right shoulder were quietly relieving, but the hunger in her stomach was the reason she really woke up.
.
So hungry, so hungry!
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a group of people surrounding the bed, including Che Yue, Xiao Wen, Chuo Luo, Wen Bai, Xueze, Yue Cang, Qian Zun, Xiaoyu and Xiu'er, Ye Zhao was also there, and there were others behind.
There are many people, but you can't see who they are.
"Yu'er, are you awake?" Cheyue held her left hand in surprise. Two days ago, her right hand joint was dislocated, and now her right shoulder is injured. It seems that Ting Qingyu cannot move freely for this period of time.
"Yu'er..." Xiao Wen murmured, but didn't know what to say.
He had given up on Ting Qingyu, but at this critical moment, he couldn't bear to really leave.
"Princess, are you okay?" Others also asked in surprise, their brows turning into joy.
"Well... I'm fine..." Ting Qingyu felt so relieved when she saw the faces of a large group of beautiful men that she almost ignored the pain in her right shoulder.