General is ferocious: arrogant lady, don't escape

The moment Zhao Changyuan looked at the past, his eyebrows jumped fiercely, but he tried his best to restrain the anger at the bottom of his eyes.

In the corner where Jiang Feng pointed, a tall and cold figure stood, but up and down the figure was covered with blood and more than a dozen whip marks!

Even in this case, the figure is still very proud, and the cold smell still makes people dare not look directly at it.

Gong Yueyue's expression also changed suddenly, but she and Zhao Changyuan's mood were obviously different. Gong Yueyue's pretty face had a sense of relieving Qi.

Because the figure standing in the shadow and obviously whipped by someone is the one who competed with Su you. Seeing his appearance, Gong Yueyue knew that his father really didn't cheat himself. The man's injury was much more serious than his father.

"Childe Shen, I'll leave it to you." Jiang Feng raised a proud and noble radian at the corner of his mouth, and didn't feel that it was wrong to punish his opponent for his failure.

"Prince, please rest assured that Shen will try his best to cure him." Zhao Changyuan piled a smile on his face and promised Jiang Feng in a deep voice.

"Half an hour later, the prince will come again." Jiang Feng left a word and proudly left the room.

As soon as Jiang Feng left, Gong Yueyue sat carelessly at the table, with a smile of schadenfreude, squinting at the man:

"Your martial arts are so high that you don't want to be someone else's subordinate?"

The man ignored Gong Yueyue's sarcastic words and stepped out of the shadow. The tall figure exuded a terrible cold air pressure and sat beside Gong Yueyue with a cold face.

Zhao Changyuan frowned and hurried up to the man. He raised his hand to feel the pulse for the man, but Gong Yueyue stopped him.

"Elder martial brother, do you really want to heal him?" Gong Yue frowned, with a puzzled and dissatisfied face.

"I'm a doctor. It's my responsibility to save the dead and heal the wounded." Zhao Changyuan pursed his mouth and said solemnly on Jun's face.

"But you have to divide people to save the lives and heal the wounded." Gong Yueyue tilted his mouth. Although he still expressed his dissatisfaction, he loosened his hand holding Zhao Changyuan.

"This is the one who the great prince ordered to heal. Elder martial brother, I dare not give up." Zhao Changyuan smiled helplessly, raised his hand and quickly grabbed each other's wrist. His black eyes looked at each other quickly with the man's line of sight.

The cold eyes were still filled with coldness and pride, without the slightest humiliation and pain. Zhao Changyuan trembled in his heart.

When he first met the Lord of Jiuyou hall, he chose to rescue him who was seriously injured and dying. It was because the eyes of the Lord of Jiuyou hall trembled at the bottom of Zhao Changyuan's heart. He wanted to know what he had experienced to create such eyes.

Later, although Zhao Changyuan knew each other's identity, he knew that he was the superior leader of the nine tour hall in the Jianghu. In fact, he was only a subordinate to the Grand Prince.

"Younger martial sister, everyone has his own choice." Zhao Changyuan whispered to Gong Yueyue, with some emotion on Jun's face.

"But his martial arts are so excellent that he can have more choices." Gong Yue glanced and said disapprovingly.

Zhao Changyuan pursed his mouth and looked deeply at the Lord of Jiuyou hall. Although he could understand the choice of the Lord of Jiuyou hall better than Gong Yueyue, it was impossible to say that there was no doubt at the bottom of his heart.

After all, with Jiuyou's ability, even if he betrays the great prince, the great prince may not be able to do anything.

But then Zhao Changyuan laughed at himself and scattered the ridiculous idea out of his head. Who is the Lord of the Jiuyou temple and how can he betray the Lord? Some people's choices, once started, are lifelong, Zhao Changyuan can understand.

"I can give you medicine for your trauma, and you can recover in about three or five days, but even if you cooperate with drug treatment, it will take about a month to recover, and you need to rest during this period."

Zhao Changyuan said as he took out the necessary golden sore medicine, so he was ready to apply medicine to the Lord of Jiuyou hall.

"No." The Lord of Jiuyou hall was suddenly indifferent, opened his mouth and raised his hand to block Zhao Changyuan's medicine.

Zhao Changyuan's face showed a trace of consternation. Before he could understand the meaning of Jiuyou's move, Gong Yueyue was unhappy first. He grabbed the golden sore medicine in Zhao Changyuan's hand and stuffed it into Jiuyou's hand. He was still very unhappy:

"My senior brother is kind to treat you, but he won't poison you."

In ordinary times, how could the Lord of the Jiuyou temple be treated like this, but now he was seriously injured. One didn't notice that Gong Yueyue really stuffed the golden sore medicine into his hand, and there was a slight fluctuation on his face.

"Younger martial sister, the patient is the most important." Zhao Changyuan jumped from the corner of his eye, hurriedly pulled Gong Yueyue to sit down, and said with a smile.

"The patient should listen to the doctor." Gong Yueyue proudly raised his neck, looked proudly at the Lord of Jiuyou hall and said.

The Lord of Jiuyou hall pursed his lips and ignored Gong Yueyue. His deep and cold eyes looked at Zhao Changyuan.

"This golden sore medicine is my unique secret system. It has a good effect on trauma treatment. Don't worry about using it. The injury will recover faster." Zhao Changyuan coughed softly, avoided the deep eyes of the Lord of the nine tour hall, and said with a smile as natural as possible.

He lowered his head and glanced at the medicine bottle in his hand. The Lord of Jiuyou hall finally guarded it, and opened his mouth to Zhao Changyuan in a cold voice: "prescribe the medicine."

Gong Yueyue was naturally dissatisfied with the attitude of the Lord of Jiuyou hall, but he seemed relieved to think that the other party was under the great prince and beaten like this by his father.

Moreover, the whip marks on the man showed that the prince had taught him a lesson before. In the final analysis, he was also a poor man who worked hard.

Thinking of these in his head, Gong Yueyue dissipated his anger at the Lord of the nine tour hall in an instant, and even his heart was occupied by more sympathy.

Zhao Changyuan began to prescribe a prescription for the Lord of the Jiuyou hall. The room was immediately clean. In silence, candles shone on the faces of the three people. Everyone seemed to have a different look.

Gong Yueyue stared at the palm of her hand with a pretty face. She began to worry about Su You's injury. In addition, she thought of Zhang Linfeng, who was waiting for her to go back. On the face of the Lord of the Jiuyou hall, there is still a sense of indifference and ruthlessness. No matter what shadow the candle makes on his face, he can't routine out any emotion at the bottom of his heart.

Time passed slowly. It seemed that just after the time of incense, a message came from the door. The figure of the eldest prince Jiang Feng walked into the room with a warmth incompatible with that in the middle of the night.

"Young master Shen, how are you getting along?" Jiang Feng stood a meter away from the three and asked with a proud and calm look.

"Go back to the eldest prince. It'll be right away." Zhao Changyuan looked up with respect on his face and replied in a deep voice.

"The prince hasn't congratulated Miss Su yet." Jiang Feng smiled at the corners of his mouth and walked towards Gong Yueyue. He showed his aristocratic demeanor with his hands and feet, and said in a loud voice.

"What is there to congratulate?" Gong Yueyue frowned slightly and didn't like being stared at by Jiang Feng.

"My people are so hurt that they can no longer participate in the competition for Wulin alliance leader. It's not a good thing for Miss Su?"