Transmigrate to be Queen

"I'm not worried."

Hearing Zheng Fusheng's muttering, Ning Xiaoman also muttered in his heart, but this can't be said directly, otherwise Zheng Fusheng is really in a hurry. He still holds his breath and wants to get angry with himself.

Zheng Fusheng drank the medicine and began to feel drowsy. Although he had just closed his eyes, he was pretending to be in a coma. Now, he was really going to faint. He shed so much blood and insisted on being awake. If he wanted to know the final result, he could not support it now.

"Sleep when you're sleepy. I'll watch you here."

Ning Xiaoman untied Zheng Fusheng's hair. Just because someone was there, he just smoothed it and didn't spread it. Now he's going to sleep. It's always more comfortable to spread his hair.

"I'm really a little tired. I can't accompany you anymore, Man'er. After you have eaten, go to bed and have a rest. I'll keep a place for you."

Zheng Fusheng said as he moved in, earning his wound and grinning with pain.

"Be careful. I'll take care of myself. Just take care of yourself."

Ning Xiaoman helped him move his body, then lay down in his ear and said,

"You've also drunk the medicine. I think no one will come at this time. You sleep with you. I'll give you an injection. Don't worry, you'll get better soon."

Zheng Fusheng, who was about to close his eyes, opened his eyes after hearing this,

"Man'er, you can't apply needles and do it too fast, otherwise today's play will be in vain. It's vomiting blood and holding back the pulse. If you hurt it in a few days, it won't be a great crime of bullying the king."

As soon as the two began to talk, wooden bell automatically went outside the door to guard. He was afraid that the master's words would be heard by others. Anyway, this is not his own yard. No matter whether the master said to avoid people or not, it's right not to let people listen.

"Then you just hold on. How painful it is. We'll treat us. Won't we just play again when they come?"

Ning Xiaoman saw that Zheng Fusheng just moved and hurt like that. She knew that the wound was not what it looked like. It must be very serious.

"Man'er, the pain has been too painful. Don't be afraid to tremble. I hit the knife myself for this wound. If the final result is not as I want, I'll die. I'll always get the result I want."

Zheng Fusheng said this so that Ning Xiaoman had nothing to say. He felt sorry. Ning Xiaoman also knew what was the most important at this time. At the thought of he just said that he hit the edge of the knife, his heart became a mess. This fool, what method can't be used? There's a Minger who can't do it today. Why should he hurry to hurt himself and make the emperor open his eyes.

The emperor, it's really worthless to get hurt for him,

"Man'er, be obedient. Don't cure me."

Zheng Fusheng knows that Man'er's medical skills are now unmatched by few people.

According to Qingkou newspaper, Man'er is too hard-working, smart and quick to learn anything. If she has someone to practice for her, I'm afraid her medical skills have surpassed her master. Man'er is poor now, that is, she has some experience.

"I see. You can sleep at ease. I won't treat you."

Ning Xiaoman rubbed Zheng Fusheng's cheek, making his right half face have a trace of blood color. It's just the temperature of touch, which makes Ning Xiaoman very surprised. How much blood has been lost before he can get cold.

"OK, no cure, Man'er, you... Sleep..."

In the end, Ning Xiaoman looked at the past again. Zheng Fusheng had fallen asleep. Ning Xiaoman put his hand into the quilt and touched his hand. Naturally, his tentacles were cold.

"Wooden bell -"

Ning Xiaoman went to the door of the house and called the wooden bell softly. The door opened immediately,

"Princess, what can I do for you?"

"Wooden bell, you find a way to get some soup women. Go to the palace maid over there and ask. See who is in charge of the temple. Be sure to get some as soon as possible and fill them with charcoal, okay?"

Ning Xiaoman whispered to wooden bell, and wooden bell quickly went.

Ning Xiaoman closes the door again, goes back to the bed and reaches out his hand to warm Zheng Fusheng's hand. His hands are warm, but how warm they are. They all feel that this hand is not warm. Ning Xiaoman tears when he covers it. What do you think is good about the palace and being a prince? It sounds like wind and light, but in essence, it is a pile of dross.

"Princess, the maidservant is back."

Wooden bell knocked on the door gently outside. Ning Xiaoman quickly let her in. Wooden bell arched the door sideways and entered the house with a pile of soup.

"Oh, I haven't done less. No one is difficult for you."

Seeing that every Mrs. Tang was covered with cotton covers, Ning Xiaoman nodded slowly in his heart. The Qianqing palace, let alone the emperor's bedroom, was really fine. Otherwise, five or six hot Mrs. Tang couldn't get the wooden bell back.

"No one embarrassed me. I went to find the maid in waiting. As soon as she said that the Third Prince wanted Mrs. Tang in the house, she immediately asked someone to prepare it. She didn't find anyone to decide. But her clothes don't look like an aunt."

The maids in charge of the palaces are generally aunts. Aunts have a detached status, and their clothes are also different from ordinary maids.

"It seems that the emperor ordered it. It's easy to do. It's easy to do what you need in the future."

Ning Xiaoman finally has a little favor for the emperor who has no spectrum.