Ghost doctor: Princess please come to the throne

Chapter 520 Your body is mine!
Chapter 520: Your body is mine!
Ling Xiyue was too tired. In this person's arms, she could feel her whole body relaxed and safe. On the way back, she fell into a drowsy sleep at some point.

When you open your eyes, it's now.

Look outside, the sky is bright.

"Why don't you rest?" Ling Xiyue stretched out her hand, grabbed Bei Chenyan's arm, and brought it under the bed.

Bei Chenyan chuckled dumbly, took advantage of the situation and got on the soft couch, and made an excuse, "The war here has just ended, and there are still some things to deal with, and there is no time."

In fact, it was Bei Chenyan who was reluctant to sleep.

He stayed by Ling Xiyue's side and watched her work all night, afraid that everything in front of him was just a dream, and when he woke up, Ling Xiyue would disappear again.

These days, he had too many such dreams.

"Then you have to rest." Ling Xiyue touched the man's cheek very distressed.

It's just that the battle is urgent, and Yujia personally, as the commander-in-chief, must strictly control everything.

Fingertips touched the slight wound on Bei Chenyan's cheek, Ling Xiyue frowned slightly, raised her eyes and met the man, then suddenly thought of something, her slender hands followed the trend, and slammed off the coat he was wearing.

"Bei Chenyan!"

Ling Xiyue couldn't control a low growl.

Bei Chenyan lowered his eyes and glanced at his exposed chest, and said with a smile, "So anxious?"

"Still poor." Ling Xiyue really didn't bother to talk about him, she was so angry, "Why didn't you treat the wound? Do you really think your body is made of iron? If it takes so long, it will be troublesome if you get infected. What about the military doctor? The military doctor is here where?"

The medicine she brought with her has been used up.

Bei Chenyan had large and small wounds on his chest, back, and arms.

Although they were all small cuts and scratches, not fatal injuries, but after the snowy water rush last night and another self-abuse toss, there was no blood on the surface.

"Military doctor!" Ling Xiyue said in a deep voice.

"Small injury, it's okay." Bei Chenyan took a look after him, and smiled indifferently.

Last night, he was tossing and tossing. It was indeed delayed and forgotten, but after many years of fighting, such injuries are really everywhere on his body, and it is really not a big deal.

Ling Xiyue squinted at the man, and took off his clothes, "The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by an ant nest, and the human body is the same. Don't take it lightly." Seeing what Bei Chenyan wanted to say, Ling Xiyue gave a cold look "Your body is mine, I have the final say!"

Most importantly, it hurts her to look at this appearance.

She was also to blame, she fell asleep like this after relaxing for a while, forgetting that Yan was still injured.

"Okay, madam has the final say..." Bei Chenyan looked at the impatient little woman with a doting face and a helpless tone.

Although there was nothing serious about him, seeing Ling Xiyue scratching anxiously and worrying about him, Bei Chenyan felt satisfied for a while, and felt energetic all over his body, which was more effective than applying any golden sore medicine.

"Your majesty, empress."

Soon, the old military doctor arrived with a medicine box on his back.

"Come in." Ling Xiyue waved her hand and came out of the bed.

Bei Chenyan's eyebrows twitched, and she tightened the robe on Ling Xiyue's body.

The old military doctor looked at Bei Chenyan's condition, and took out the royal medicine for sores from the medicine box, "Your Majesty, turn sideways a little, so that I can apply the medicine."

"I'll come, you go down first." Ling Xiyue took the ointment from the old military doctor.

"Yes." The old military doctor nodded, "Weichen will prescribe a few more prescriptions for external application and internal adjustment, and the scab will heal within three days..." As he spoke, his eyes accidentally glanced at Bei Chenyan's back That long scratch.

Crimson, bloodshot, the whole back is...

Obviously, it wasn't caused by any weapon!
Such traces, one can imagine the fierce 'battle situation' at that time, Bei Chenyan had never had it before, and this old military doctor who followed Bei Chenyan on the march for more than ten years knew it best.

"Cough..." His old face blushed unbelievably.

Although it is not appropriate, but as a doctor, there are some things that must be said. After a short pause, he continued, "Just... During this period, please the emperor, try to avoid violent movements, avoid, avoid..."

Ling Xiyue was here, and the old military doctor couldn't hold back the word "intercourse".

"Okay, let's go down." Bei Chenyan's voice was dull, and he gave the old military doctor a dark look in his eyes.

"Yes." After prostrating, the old military doctor quickly retreated to the entrance of Wang's tent, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead secretly, and then went out.

It's really like accompanying a king like a tiger. This is absolutely true.

There was a "poof" in the tent, Ling Xiyue couldn't hold back, "haha" laughed out loud, and her hand movements became a little heavier, "Did you hear me, let you have a good rest."

Bei Chenyan had a dark face, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth in a flash, "The raw rice has been cooked, so there is no rush."

"The cooked duck can still fly." Ling Xiyue patted Bei Chenyan's bruised place angrily, causing him to take a breath, his eyes darkened, he turned around and threw Ling Xiyue on the couch As fast as a lion pounces on its prey.

The corners of his mouth were lightly grinning, stained with a bloodthirsty crimson color, evoking a strand of blue hair in the girl's ear, and his magnetic voice was slow, "Then swallow it first, and see where she can fly."

While talking, big palms went up her slender waist, snow-white neck, pink cheeks... naked provocation.

"Okay, Yan, don't make trouble." Ling Xiyue clenched his fist and beat his chest, "It's all medicine, it's all spilled."

Bei Chenyan smiled lowly and let her go.

"By the way, I'll show you something." Ling Xiyue suddenly remembered, quickly put down the ointment, fumbled all the way, and took out the palm-sized ice box from her bosom, facing Bei Chenyan's eyes seemed clear and sparkling .

Bei Chenyan stared at him, "What?"

Ling Xiyue raised her red lips slightly, and slowly opened the ice box.

Wisps of fragrance flowed like water mist, instantly filling the entire king's tent.

The faint medicinal fragrance is not strong, but it has a bit of fire, warm and hot, and at the same time there is a slight cold feeling, intertwined and entangled, making people feel the blood in the chest is boiling.

On the crushed jade ice stone, four dark gray orchid grass petals lay quietly.

"Tianxiang Shilan?" Bei Chenyan narrowed his icy eyes, and raised them to meet Ling Xiyue's.

Ling Xiyue smiled brightly, her eyes full of stars, "Yes, I got it, Yan, the poison on your body can be cured!"

Bei Chenyan lowered his eyes, but there was no joyful smile on his handsome face, and his breath fluctuated indistinctly.

"What's wrong?" Ling Xiyue sensed his strangeness, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

Suddenly, Bei Chenyan waved his hand, and with his palm condensed with internal strength, he slashed towards the ice box in Ling Xiyue's hand, as fast as lightning, leaving no room at all!
Ling Xiyue was so startled that her pupils constricted suddenly, and she flipped backwards in a flash, and quickly avoided it.

The wind of Bei Chenyan's empty palm slashed on the screen next to him, and it burst into pieces in an instant!

Think about it, if it falls on the fragile Tianxiang Shilan, it will definitely turn into ashes in an instant...

"Yan, what are you doing!" Ling Xiyue's eyes widened in astonishment, in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)