And now, this thrifty girl Liusu actually let His Highness Prince Lanling drink the soup she had because she was unwilling to waste?
I saw King Lanling taking the soup she had drunk from Liusu's hand without changing his expression, raised his head and drank it all into his stomach, leaving not a drop left.
Then he calmly put the bowl down, as if nothing had happened, and continued eating.
"Generals, is the food not to your liking?" Emperor Zhuyao raised his head, glanced at the generals who were looking at him dumbfounded, and said calmly.
The unaware Liusu also raised his head and looked over.
Everyone hurriedly lowered their heads in unison, picked up chopsticks, and ate and drank fiercely.
They were frightened!
At the same time, they also understood that the objects of severe mysophobia in patients with severe mysophobia also differed from person to person.
*
After finishing the meal, Emperor Zhuyao wanted to continue working and study the military situation, so Liusu went to find Zhuyunni.
In fact, the reason why she did everything possible to come to Sixteen Cities from Yunpoguan to find Emperor Zhu Yao was just because she wanted to know one question——
Why did you decide to fight against Zhu Minglie and fight against each other?
He said that in order to stop strife, one must first experience strife.
Liusu understood that Emperor Zhuyao had the world in mind, and he did so not entirely because of what happened six years ago. I'm afraid there were deeper reasons.
However, she felt relieved knowing that he didn't really want to fight Zhu Minglie to the death.
When he was about to reach Zhuyunni's room, Liusu suddenly saw a familiar figure, squatting on the ground holding his knees and crying——
"Xiao Guozi...so you are here?" It turns out to be the little eunuch who used to follow Zhuye Hitomi.
"Woooooooooo..." Xiao Guozi looked up and saw Liusu, and suddenly started crying. Liusu was stunned and squatted down——
"I miss you Thirteenth Master, right?"
"Oh, oh, oh, master, I miss our Thirteenth Master so much."
"Little Guozi..." Liusu looked at it and couldn't help but shed tears. Zhuye Tong was the pain in her heart forever. She couldn't forget it and she didn't dare to touch it.
"I haven't seen the last of our Thirteenth Master. Master, have you seen him? Tell me about it. What's missing since he left? I'll burn incense for him. Our family's Thirteenth Master
The third master has a bad temper and has no fruits. Who will take care of him? Otherwise, I will burn myself to him."
The bleak wind blew by, and Liusu secretly prayed, wind, wind, please carry all our thoughts and concerns to Zhu Yetong.
*
Inside the luxurious carriage, passing through the streets outside the Sixteenth City, the faint smell of mint from the incense burner also spread outside the carriage.
A handsome man with injuries all over his body was lying on the snow-white fur. He pursed his thin lips tightly and frowned, and suddenly murmured from his mouth.
The girl who was kneeling on one knee in front of him, wiping the sweat from his forehead, wearing a white fur felt hat with two pendants hanging from the hat to her chest, saw his lips move and quickly gave instructions excitedly
The maid had an excited expression on her round face.
She said eagerly——
"Jin'er, hurry up, hurry up, he seems to be waking up, get the water quickly, get the cleanest water!"
"Yes, yes, yes." The maid named Jin'er quickly unscrewed the stopper of the water bag and handed it over.
"Come on, help him up quickly, the water will overflow when he lies like this..." The girl let the injured man lean in her arms, and then carefully poured the water into his mouth, with an anxious look on her face.
His expression became much more relaxed because of his awakening.
His throat was moving and he drank the water bit by bit.
However, he kept his eyes closed and showed no signs of fully waking up.
"Miss, listen, he seems to be talking. What is he talking about?" Jin'er, who did not understand Chinese, asked.
The girl turned her head, put her ear to her lips, and listened hard——
"It seems like someone's name is being called... flow... flow... flow... what is it? I can't hear the last word..."
"Miss, we came to the Central Plains this time to seek help from Prince Lanling. Now that we have rescued such an injured person, should we still seek help from Prince Lanling?" the maid asked.
"No more looking for him! Let's take him back to the grassland to recover from his injuries."
"Um."
"Jin'er, ask Temudar to make the horse run faster. He is so seriously injured that I'm afraid he won't be able to support himself." The girl looked at the injured man worriedly. Although he was unconscious, it did not affect him at all.
His handsomeness and unruly demeanor.
"yes!"
The horse galloped away in the direction of the grassland.
I almost hit two women on the side of the road.
"Hey! Is there any mistake? The carriage was running so fast, it almost hit me!" Zhui Yunni muttered dissatisfiedly to the luxurious carriage going away.
Liusu looked at the carriage going away, feeling some strange feelings in his heart, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. What happened? It was just an ordinary carriage.
"Lisu, Liusu...what's wrong with you? Didn't you tell me something was wrong? Why are you so stunned?" Zhuyunni stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Liusu.
"Oh, it's nothing..." Liusu looked away from the carriage, "Let's go."
*
In the Netherworld Palace, Zhu Minglie still looked cold and handsome. He looked talented, charming, cold, and had an indescribable aura in his every move.
However, between his brows, there was a profound and heavy pain of vicissitudes of life, an inescapable powerlessness, and boundless fatigue.
It turns out that the feeling of heartache is like this, fragmented and suffocating.
The lethality of this kind of wound is enough to destroy a person.
Zhu Minglie couldn't help but miss the heartless and loveless self of the past. At that time, he didn't know pain when there was no one in his heart. But today, he is broken both physically and mentally.