The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

For some reason, seeing Sima Yang's pretending smiling face, my heart suddenly throbbed without warning, as if someone was whipping hard with a whip. Can't be added...

With tears in my eyes, I glanced at Hu Xiang, who was hiding in the corner and didn't know what he was busy with, and turned my eyes to Sima Qing who was walking over, and my voice trembled uncontrollably: "Sima Yang is injured, now, now, what should I do now?"

Sima Qing glanced sideways at me, his gloomy face was as stiff as a cement statue, he slowly lifted Sima Yang's calf, and bent it gently, causing Sima Yang to gasp violently.

Sima Qing put down Sima Yang's calf, and patted her hands: "It seems that I won't be able to move for a while."

I looked up at the towering passage, my eyebrows and nose were all wrinkled together, and my whole face was like pickles: "Then what should we do?" [

Hu Xiang, who had been busy for a long time, came over, holding a bunch of green vines in his arms, and loosened his hands, and the vines scattered like green snakes on the ground.

She squatted on the ground, pulled the vines and gestured for a while, then said: "It seems that it is not long enough. How about this, Brother Qing and I will climb up first, and then find some trees and vines to make them longer. Come down. Huiyue, you stay here and take care of Brother Yang, after we put down the vine, you can tie it to Brother Yang. When you are ready, pull the rope, and we will pull Brother Qing up."