Is the prince infertile?The lady was so happy!

Chapter 1238 I Really Miss Him
Qing Lan stared at the little queen's face.

Her skin is as smooth and white as snow, and her white fluff is like a fresh peach.

The corners of her eyes were slightly red, and there were dried tears on her cheeks.

Her eyelashes were trembling slightly, like butterfly wings, and like two small fans, sweeping gently in his heart.

"stop looking."

Ying Ning closed her eyes and said, "Aren't you tired and sleepy enough? Go to sleep."

He stretched out his hand, stroked her cheek lightly with his index finger, and said in a low voice, "Did your Majesty's tears shed for my minister?"

Yingning held his hand and didn't speak.

Qing Lan smiled, and then closed her eyes.

In the eyes of others, it is easy for him to win two cities in a row, but for this victory, he has been preparing since he left the capital.

Victory is certain.

Hard work is really hard work.

No matter how smart the people of the Qing clan are, there is no such thing as easy victory in this world.

Almost the moment he closed his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep.

Listening to his long and even breathing, Yingning made sure that he was asleep, and then slowly turned around, facing him, staring at his face.

The thoughts in her heart flowed out little by little like water, and condensed on the young face with a somewhat tired look in front of her eyes.

I really miss him.

Thinking of a certain part of the bottom of my heart, there is a slight pain.

She leaned over and kissed his closed eyes, tears dripping down his face.

Before she knew it, she fell asleep.

This was the first time she fell asleep normally on the Canglan Continent.

It wasn't that he was assassinated and fell into a coma, nor did he take medicine.

After falling asleep, she didn't go back to Daxuan, but really fell asleep.

She didn't wake up until evening, but found herself curled up in Qing Lan's arms, her left hand even resting on his right arm.

He was bare-chested, with only white gauze wrapped from his left arm to his chest.

There is a faint red in the depth of the gauze.

Ying Ning withdrew her hand in horror: "Qing Lan, Qing Lan!"

Qing Lan murmured, opened her eyes, and looked at her, her voice was still heavy with sleepiness, and her voice was also soft: "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

"Your wound seems to be bleeding again, it's all my fault, I touched you!"

"Really?" Qing Lan turned her head to look at her shoulder, pulled her to lie down beside her again, closed her eyes again, and said in a deep and hoarse voice, "It's okay."

"What's the matter? What if the wound you just stitched up is open? I'll ask the medical officer to show you!"

"Hiss, Your Majesty, don't move around." Qing Lan took a light breath, "The sutured wound won't open easily, it's just some blood overflowing from the wound that hasn't healed yet, it's not a problem , don't be afraid."

Ying Ning was dubious: "Is it all right? Does it hurt?"

"There is still some pain." Qing Lan nodded towards her left arm, "Your Majesty, come here, relying on you, I will not hurt."

"What nonsense."

"Come here."

He looked at her that way again.

Ying Ning leaned over, lay down slowly, and pillowed on his left arm.

Qing Lan leaned forward and kissed her lips.

Ying Ning subconsciously hid back.

"His Majesty."

Qing Lan looked at her pink cheeks after waking up, her heart moved slightly, she reached out and clasped the back of her head, and kissed her.

Yingning was horrified: "Your arm can't move..."

Qing Lan didn't speak, and swallowed her exclamation.

(End of this chapter)