The princess doesn't talk much

Chapter 7 Lady!aha?
Seeing the green light at the fingertips gradually continuous and uninterrupted, I couldn't help but feel a little happy.

"Sit down quickly, let me try!" Pushing Ye Wuming without saying a word, he pushed him ten steps away, and slammed into the big tree behind him.

Ye Wuming didn't even care about the pain, he just looked at him in astonishment and said nothing.

Without saying anything, her expression froze, and she hurried forward, said with a bitter face, "I'm sorry, I didn't control it well just now." She forgot that her powers had recovered, so she didn't deliberately control her power, but luckily she didn't use too much force Otherwise, Ye Wuming might not need to treat his wounds, and just go to the funeral directly.

Ye Wuming looked at the unspoken words in disbelief. After a while, he seemed to feel that the unspoken apology was very sincere, so he slowly said, "Why is my lady so strong?"

Mother... lady?aha?

In other words, the complex expression on his face was even more distorted at this moment, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger.

This Qin Wang entered the drama quite quickly, and his ability to accept was not bad. He could scream out such an ugly face of hers.

She smiled awkwardly without saying anything, and said, "I...Ah Choo!" Before she finished speaking, she sneezed without saying anything, and she, who rarely gets sick, turned out to be catching a cold.

Without saying a word, he looked down at his wet clothes, then looked up at the light rain, and said with a thought: "I have a strange disease, a cold and a fever... er... I mean, I have a cold. Humid heat will be powerful, in fact, I am also very distressed, but fortunately my husband does not dislike it."

Ye Wuming sighed, stretched out his hands to clasp Yan Buzhi's shoulders, he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to move even if he didn't say anything.

Ye Wuming opened his mouth and said: "Since we are husband and wife, why do you say that. The lady is sick, and my husband will join the army for you."

While it was embarrassing to say it, I couldn't help feeling a little moved in my heart. Everyone said that King Qin of the Great Zhou Dynasty was decisive, cold and bloodthirsty, but right now he looked like a gentle and beautiful man who was quiet and cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

She pursed her lips without saying anything, thinking to herself, she doesn't understand the struggle for imperial power, she doesn't like the competition of heroes, anyway, she treats whoever treats her well, that is, in this world, the long-term must be united and the long-term must be divided, and she cannot control it of.

"Sit down quickly, I'll help you heal your injuries." Yan Buzhi said.

Ye Wuming smiled lightly: "The lady is very knowledgeable, and she can actually know the art of Qi Huang."

Without saying a word, he pulled out an awkward but polite smile: "A... a little bit of fur!"

In order not to be regarded as a monster, he decided to untie Ye Wuming's clothes and treat only the wound.

After unbuttoning his clothes, he could see Ye Wuming's wound clearly. The wound was not big, less than an inch, but it was deep. It looked like a dagger or something.

Unspoken, he became even more puzzled. How could King Qin of the Great Zhou Dynasty run to the northern suburbs of Yancheng, and was injured until he lost his memory?

He wanted to ask, but he was afraid that if he asked too much, he would expose his lies instead, so he finally endured it.

She looked around casually, and pulled out some weeds she didn't know. According to the romance novels she had read before, she chewed them in her mouth and pretended to apply them on the wound. Healed with cure.

Ye Wuming let her do it, only felt that the wound was engulfed by a coolness, and then the pain disappeared, and when he wanted to see what was going on with the wound, he had already pulled a piece of cloth to pretend to wrap his wound Yes, it contains the "herb" she just crushed.

"Don't move around!" He exhorted without saying a word.

　Ye Wuming: My lady, do you still remember the strawberries we planted the day before yesterday?

　　In other words: ...you have been planting it all the time, okay!
　　Ye Wuming: The lady is so powerful, so how about it's the lady's turn to grow strawberries today? (Sincere smile)

　　In other words: Are you... sure? (pretty eager to try)

　　Ye Wuming: Sure!

　　Seeing Ye Wuming take out a basket of strawberry seedlings from behind, a storm condensed on his face at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he gritted his teeth and said a word—Chinese language is broad and profound.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)