Zuo Yu looked at Feng Lan in confusion and anxiety, "Master National Master, the girl's hand is injured. If she continues to fight like this, it will be even more serious!"

Feng Lan's eyes fell faintly on Yuan Xiaoming, "If you have anger in your heart, you will always be emitted. When she has enough of the slaughter, she will let go. I have the best medicine, so it's okay."

Zuo Yu: "..."

What a powerful reason.

Feng Lan grabbed his wrist with slight clutches. He seemed to have no power, but he just couldn't break free, so he had to stand there and watch.

Yuan Xiaoming pulled to the end, and with a "slap", the branches were all broken.

She finally stopped and gasped for a while. Listening to the crying of the few people, she was so upset, "Shut up, cry again, I will suck you on the face next time!"

The four servants immediately fell silent, hugged each other and shivered.

Yuan Xiaoming didn't look at his hand, but directly carried it behind his back, "Do you think it's over if you get this beat?"

The four of them immediately widened their eyes, and the meaning of this was-

"If you are not good at serving your master, you are neglecting your duties and have no prestige. From now on, you will be reborn as a laundry maid from the washing machine!"

Being a laundry maid in the middle of winter is really a life-threatening one!

How can you compare to the decent and comfortable feeling of serving the princess?

The four of them started to wail. A brave man rushed up to hug Yuan Xiaoming's thigh. Yuan Xiaoming snorted coldly and kicked the person out.

"roll!"

After saying that, she stepped into the bedroom and carried the little Yuan Liyue out.

It was difficult to walk step by step, but it was very stable. A row of deep footprints were left on the snow. Feng Lan then let go of Zuo Yu's hand and stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, give me the princess, I'll hold her."

Yuan Xiaoming looked up at Feng Lan, "I have recorded the great kindness of the national teacher, and I will definitely repay you in the future."

Feng Lan pulled the corner of her mouth slightly, reached out to take Yuan Liyue from her back and hugged her in her arms, without saying anything.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Liyue who was wrapped tightly in his arms. A trace of inexplicable emotions flashed through his eyes. How could this lonely soul have nothing to do with him, but his body belongs to Liyue and cannot be damaged.

"The princess is getting fever after being infected with the cold. Just take care of it when she goes back."

After hearing Feng Lan say this, Yuan Xiaoming's heart immediately let go.

She followed Feng Lan, Zuo Yu walked to her and asked in a low voice: "Xiaoming, does your hand hurt?"

He wanted to pick it up and take a look, but when he remembered what his sister said about men and women not being able to kiss each other, he did not dare to be abrupt, so he could only keep looking behind her.

Yuan Xiaoming was nothing, so he stretched out his hand to show him openly: "It's no big deal if you scratch your skin."

When Zuo Yu saw it, his eyes became redder, "Not as relaxed as you said. Look, his palms are about to be scratched!"

He looked at it and felt the pain spread throughout his body along his sight. Yuan Xiaoming's palms were crisscrossed, and there was no good meat. The deep part of the wound was slightly outward.

Zuo Yu couldn't hold back his tears and fell down. He reached out and took out a veil from his arms, carefully pulling Yuan Xiaoming's hand. What kind of men and women should not be kissed? Let's go to hell!

Yuan Xiaoming took a light breath, "Ayu, you--"

"Don't move! I'll put you in a bag and stop the bleeding first!"

Zuo Yu rarely had such a strong side, and Yuan Xiaoming couldn't help but be stunned and let him go.

Zuo Yu looked serious and stubborn. He wrapped Yuan Xiaoming's hands around and tied a knot, "This is how it goes, go back and apply medicine."
Chapter completed!