Canglan Empress

Chapter 708 Amnesia 1
Xuanyin looked around: "Is there no servant in this room?"

Yaohua didn't speak, "The servants are all going to bed, they won't be on duty at night."

Xuanyin turned her head to look at Yaohua with strange eyes: "It's a good thing for the master to be sympathetic to the servants, but since you are so tolerant to the servants, why can't you share some of this sympathy with Prince Rong?"

Yaohua: "..." What do you mean?
He is tolerant enough to Rong Jin, okay?

"My concubine, it's getting late." Di Canglan stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around Aifei's shoulders, "We should go back, let the fourteenth prince take care of himself."

"What are you doing here tonight?" Yao Hua glanced at Zhan Wang, "Just came to see if Rong Jin is dead or not?"

The corner of Xuanyin's mouth twitched. Although they knew that Rong Jin would not die, the purpose of coming here seemed to be to see.

What else could they do?
She couldn't let a pregnant woman take care of Rong Jin, and her husband couldn't possibly agree.

So the couple quickly said their goodbyes and left.

From entering the door to leaving, it took less than a stick of incense.

Yaohua had no choice but to take care of Rong Jin himself.

The fact that the servants were not on duty was certainly one reason, but the main reason was because Rong Jin was injured. At this time, his physical condition was a bit special, and he had to lose some qi to protect his body from time to time.

Let others take care of it, and I still have to point it out...

Rong Jin didn't wake up until dawn.

The medicine Jun Yiran sprinkled on the wound was very effective, and when Rong Jin woke up, the wound was already scarred.

But the pain is still strong.

After all, such a long wound, cut out with a sword, is no wonder it doesn't hurt.

So when Rong Jin woke up, he yelled out a low word in his hoarse voice: "It hurts..."

Yaohua was stunned.

pain?
He knew it hurt, even if Rong Jin didn't cry out, the wound would still be painful.

However, people of their identities—especially Rong Jin, have fought in court, swung swords to kill enemies on the battlefield, and charged into battle.

Growing up so big, he should have encountered more than one assassination.

Not to mention the pain he suffered during his previous martial arts training.

A man who bleeds, sweats and doesn't shed tears, how many people who practice martial arts will say the word "pain"?
As for Rong Jin, it would never be possible for him to say this word out of his mouth in normal times?

So is the pain really unbearable, or is there something else hidden?

Turning his mind slightly, Yaohua said lightly, "Do you want some water?"

Hearing the voice, Rong Jin turned his head, and a look of astonishment suddenly flashed across the end of the year: "What a beautiful beauty..."

Yaohua: "..."

"Beauty." Rong Jin wanted to get up and talk to the beauty, but the movement of getting up suddenly pulled the wound on his body, causing him to gasp in pain, "Hiss, it hurts—"

He fell back on the bed with a bang, his face turned pale, not pretending at all.

Yaohua frowned a little bit, staring closely at Rong Jin's expression and eyes, not wanting to miss any expression on his face, even if it was only a slight change.

"Beauty, what's wrong with me? My body hurts so much." Rong Jin frowned, his handsome features were wrinkled together, his face was pale and a little weaker, "I want to get up, it's so uncomfortable to lie on my stomach like this."

"I also want to know what's going on?" Yaohua said lightly, "Why did you appear in my mansion? You can't be a thief who entered the mansion to steal?"

"A bandit?" Rong Jin shook his head in fright, "I'm not a bandit!"

(End of this chapter)