After being picked up by the prince, Xiaojiaohua is wild and sassy

Chapter 14 What he doesn't have, neither can Tingge

"Scared you?" Zhong Liting looked at his hand, frowned slightly, his voice was a little hoarse, but obviously more bewitching, "Come here, let me see."

Ru Hua walked over obediently and put down her hands.

She was a little scared just now, but she will not be afraid of Zhong Liting because of it.

Zhong Liting held her chin and looked left and right, seeing that her neck was only a little red, so he was relieved, "I didn't know it was you just now, but in the military camp, no matter who it is, when you are asleep, don't touch her suddenly. his neck."

If it was Wei Ling, the guy who hid the knife under the pillow, he probably chopped it off with a single knife.

Such a beautiful flower, what a pity to cut it down.

Ru Huahua nodded obediently, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Brother...is very hot..."

Zhong Liting stroked his forehead, he found himself sick when he woke up.He had a headache and brain fever, and his whole body felt heavy. If it wasn't for his body, he wouldn't have slept so deeply.

It seemed a little cold, resisting the movement of rubbing his arms, looking around, Zhong Liting slightly raised his eyebrows, "Where is the quilt, brother?"

strangeness.

He still has it before going to bed, so he can't sleep and throws away the quilt?

Ruhuahua pointed at the chair, "Over there."

Zhong Liting showed a slightly playful smile, "Child, forget everything else, brother also grabs the quilt?"

He joked and said casually, "I froze my brother to death, who will love you?"

"No, I didn't grab it." Ru Huahua's small face was flushed, and she stammered in her explanation, "Brother...it's very hot...you need to dissipate heat..."

"..." Zhong Liting was stunned for a moment, combining his rhetoric with the little girl's actions, Zhong Liting understood in an instant.

The child was afraid that he would be hot, so he lifted his quilt?
Originally, it is inevitable that the physical fitness will deteriorate due to injuries, and now it will cause a cold.

Zhong Liting rubbed his painful forehead, and explained to her somewhat dumbfounded, "Children, it's such a cold day, we can't let it hang out."

After Ruhuahua heard this, she immediately ran to the side of the high chair and hugged the quilt back, then put it down, then ran to the side of the screen, hugged the quilt she had made, and covered it with Zhong Liting body, wrapped him tightly.

Moreover, he stopped and buried his head sullenly.

Zhong Liting raised his head and flicked her forehead lightly, "What's wrong?"

Ruhuahua lowered her head and didn't move, she could vaguely hear a thin inhalation sound.

Zhong Liting stretched out his hand and raised his chin.

The little girl's eyes were red and wet with teardrops. After being forced to raise her head by him, her expression froze. The teardrops that were originally hanging in the corners of her eyes rolled down as if she didn't want money. She reached out to wipe it away in embarrassment, but the tears fell more and more fiercely.

Zhong Liting was taken aback, and then said amusedly, "Why are you crying? Well, it's my fault, I shouldn't say that we Xiaohua are grabbing the quilt."

"No." Ruhuahua cried in a hoarse voice.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know...uh...brother...brother will get sicker..." She sobbed, looking very sad, crying as she spoke, "brother I'm sorry..."

No wonder women are said to be made of water, this little girl is about to flood his tent with water.

"No, brother lied to you." Zhong Liting sighed, "It won't make you sicker, don't cry."

Ruhuahua was still sobbing in a low voice.

She clearly wanted to hold back from crying, but she couldn't help it no matter what.

When Zhong Liting didn't know how to coax the child, the soldier who delivered the food box came in. Seeing this, he was stunned, and then walked over slowly, "Major General..."

The little girl cried until her eyes and nose were red, and when she turned her head she was still sobbing uncontrollably.

The soldier immediately cast a veiled condemning look: He is a big man, why do he still bully a child?

Zhong Liting: "..."

Ruhuahua ran over to catch the food box, wiped away her tears with her sleeves, grabbed the soldier's arm sobbing, raised her head and told, "Brother is sick..."

Hearing her words, the soldier immediately took two steps forward and asked, "What's wrong with the Major General?"

Zhong Liting waved his hand, "It's not serious, go and ask the military doctor to come and have a look."

"Yes."

When Wei Ling rushed over with the military doctor, Ru Huahua was sitting on the side of the couch obediently feeding someone.

Wei Ling's eyes were almost red with jealousy.

Every day in the military camp, everyone does it by themselves and has enough food and clothing. Why does Zhong Liting pick up a child and suddenly live a good life with clothes, hands, food and mouth?

No, what he doesn't have, Brother Ting can't have either!
A few steps forward, Wei Ling shyly pulled the flowery arm away with a jealous face, "Child, let me tell you, you can't get too close to the patient. follow the sick."

"what?"

Before Ruhuahua could react, Wei Ling had already carried her by the back collar eight zhang away.

Ruhua turned around and struggled forward, "I'm not afraid!"

"It's okay if you're not afraid," Wei Ling pointed to the front, "He has to see the doctor honestly."

Oh.

Brother wants to see a doctor, so don't disturb him.

It was only then that Ruhuahua calmed down, and watched the military doctor feel Zhong Liting's pulse without blinking, and then went to change the medicine.

The white cloth was removed, and the place where it was attached to the flesh and blood was a little sticky. When the military doctor exerted a little force, blood overflowed from the wound again.

The wound was grim, Wei Ling turned sideways slightly, and stretched out his hand to block Ruhuahua's sight.

Ruhuahua leaned slightly, poking her head out from between Wei Ling's arms.

Maybe it hurts, Zhong Liting frowned, turned his head slightly, but didn't make a sound.

Ruhuahua tilted her head to look at it for a moment, then suddenly bent down and nimbly slipped under Wei Ling's arm.

"Hey……"

Wei Ling hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch him, but he failed to catch him, fearing that the child would recklessly bump into him again, so he hurriedly stepped forward to catch him, and then reached out to catch him again.

Before she dropped her hand, she saw the little girl bent down, blowing lightly on the hideous wound seriously, and muttering, "Hoo hoo, pain flies away... pain pain... fly away..."

The words came almost out of my mouth.

In the memory, it seemed that someone coaxed her like this, Ru Huahua thought about it, but she still couldn't catch the trace.

Without thinking about it, Ru Huahua straightened her waist and said in a soft voice, "My brother said, blow it, it won't hurt..."

If there was a breeze blowing over the wound, it seemed that the pain really didn't hurt so much. Zhong Liting looked at the serious little girl and was taken aback for a moment.

"That..." The military doctor just wanted to say that this seemed unhygienic, but Zhong Liting glanced over at him, so he honestly buried himself in prescribing medicine.

After the military doctor wrote the order, he handed it to Wei Ling with both hands, "The wound is not growing well, and it is getting worse. Some medicines here have to be bought in the city and county. We are short of manpower there, so please trouble Major General Wei."

Wei Ling took it, blew on the wet ink marks on it, and stuffed the list into his arms casually, "It's said that people who don't get sick often are only scary when they get sick. You should have a good rest and don't keep talking about things in the camp. Son."

When I came back from my injury last night, I discussed with him about arranging the military camp after I was bandaged.

Zhong Liting responded leisurely, obviously unconcerned.

Worryingly, Wei Ling dragged Ruhuahua away while exhorting a few words, and then left the tent with the military doctor.

Zhong Liting was not very sick, and he didn't take it seriously. As soon as the person walked away, he put on his clothes and stood up on the back.

In the next second, Zhong Liting, who had just stood up, sat back down again.

forced.

He was undefended, and was sat on the side of the couch by the little girl's shoulders.

Unexpectedly, he still had such a "fragile" side, Zhong Liting was slightly taken aback, and smiled, "There is a lot of strength..."

"Be obedient." Ruhuahua said earnestly, "Brother Wei said that if you are sick, you can't go to the field."

Can't go down to the ground.

Zhong Liting sneered: "What about confinement?"

(End of this chapter)