My crazy concubine is super defiant

Chapter 815 Cold-Blooded and Fragile

Murong Jiu poured out his hand like the wind to seal several of his big acupoints. Seeing that the blood finally stopped, he heaved a sigh of relief and took back the golden needle.

She wiped the spirit ring with her right hand, took out a pill, and fed it to Ye Beixuan.

"This is the Fourth Grade Congealing Blood Pill, you take it first. Although there are pills, if you don't treat the wound properly, it will cause future troubles."

While talking, Murong Jiuqing fed the pill into Ye Beixuan's mouth.

"Thank you."

Ye Beixuan swallowed the elixir, moved his body, and sat up from the big bed.

Then he put on his clothes, scooped up his arms, and hugged Murong Jiuqing into his arms again.

"Ye Beixuan, be careful."

Murong Jiuqing felt his body tilted, and quickly exclaimed, raised his head and glared at Ye Beixuan angrily.

This man, she just stopped the bleeding for him.

He still wants to open the wound again, doesn't he?

Murong Jiuqing's eyes just met Ye Beixuan when he was suddenly taken aback.

I saw his face like a knife and an ax was covered with sweat, and his face was slightly pale.Complicated and painful in a pair of deep eyes.

This man is cold-blooded and fragile.

Murong Jiuqing thought of the wound just now, and felt a heavy pain in his heart.

"Xiao Jiuer, are you dumbfounded by this king?"

Ye Beixuan suddenly bent down and asked Murong Jiuqing.

"Ye Beixuan, let me go quickly, don't make trouble."

Murong Jiuqing shouted angrily at him.

She didn't dare to struggle too fiercely, for fear that if she made a big move, she would hurt Ye Beixuan.

"Xiao Jiuer, don't move."

Ye Beixuan gave a low laugh, and looked at Murong Jiuqing with a complicated expression.

He was very close to Murong Jiuqing's body, and the pleasant smell from his body rushed into Murong Jiuqing's nasal cavity.

Murong Jiuqing moved his body awkwardly, and turned his head away slightly under Ye Beixuan's deep gaze.

"What are you looking at?"

Murong Jiuqing's face flushed slightly, Ye Beixuan seemed to be different today.

"Just now, were you worried about me?"

Ye Beixuan looked down at Murong Jiuqing, and asked with a smile.

"narcissism."

Murong Jiuqing replied.

"Hehe, Xiao Jiuer, duplicity is not a good habit."

Ye Beixuan moved his big hand, put his arms around Murong Jiuqing's body, and lay down on the big bed again.

When he made such a move, Murong Jiuqing's heart skipped a beat.

She quickly raised her head and shouted at Ye Beixuan.

"The wound on your back..."

"It's okay."

Ye Beixuan shook his head coldly.

Then he lowered his head again and said with a faint smile.

"Little Jiu'er, did you just say you weren't worried? From what I see, you're clearly worried to death."

"I'm worried about my patients, do you know?"

Murong Jiuqing gave him a big white look.

This Ye Beixuan, when did he learn to be narcissistic?

"Really?"

Ye Beixuan raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

Duplicity, this little woman...

Ye Beixuan's cold eyes suddenly moved down and fixed on Murong Jiuqing's soft lips.

"Of course. Whether it's a prince or a commoner, a guard or a stranger. A cat, a dog, Zhang San Li Si, as long as they are my patients, I care about them."

Murong Jiuqing quickly said a series of names, deliberately annoyed Ye Beixuan, and looked at him slyly.

Sure enough, Ye Beixuan's handsome face darkened, and he looked at Murong Jiuqing with unfriendly eyes.

"A cat or a dog? Zhang San Li Si?" Ye Beixuan's voice rose unhappily.

"That's right. Tsk tsk, some people are majestic princes, but in terms of patients, they are actually similar to cats and dogs."

Murong Jiuqing deliberately raised his eyebrows and said.

(End of this chapter)