"What's the intention of the princess following me?"

Situ Ling's question was ambiguous, but Nan Qiqi pressed her face forward without blushing.

Nan Qiqi stared at Situ Ling's eyes, showing a sly smile: "Princess, I am greedy for money and lust, this son is very handsome, why don't you go back with this princess?"

She also posted forward frivolously, and the distance between them was only a mere punch.

Situ Ling took a step back without changing his face: "Princess, please respect yourself, if you have anything to say, just say it directly."

Nan Qiqi was like a deflated balloon, her head drooping down. She bit her lower lip, hesitating about how to speak.

How should she ask, ask him if he is a disciple of the Holy Physician. If he strips off his vest like this, will he kill someone to silence him? At this time, the dead of night is a good time to commit a murder...

She swallowed, her eyes wandering.

Situ Ling saw that Nan Qiqi had no intention of saying anything at all. He turned around and was about to lift his foot to walk away, but suddenly he remembered something, so he turned around again.

Nan Qiqi, who was closely behind him, braked suddenly and almost hit him in his arms again.

Situ Ling's eyes swept across her body, as if she was looking for something, this look made Nan Qiqi feel uncomfortable.

She stammered, "what's the matter with you?"

"Did you get hurt just now?" Situ Ling's face flashed a look of worry for a moment. Just now, the matter was urgent and he threw Nan Qiqi into the river, wondering if it would hurt her.

Listening to Situ Ling's caring words in a stiff tone, Nan Qiqi couldn't help but want to laugh.

She is a woman with an indestructible body, how can she be helped by that little pain.

"I..." Nan Qiqi just opened her mouth to spit out a word, and then closed her mouth immediately, almost blurting out that I'm fine.

She raised the corners of her mouth smugly, because God gave her the opportunity to speak.

"I hurt! It hurts everywhere! Especially my legs!" Nan Qiqi squatted down and hugged her legs, crying, and finally squeezed two thin tears from her eyes.

Maybe because it was too dark, Situ Ling didn't see Nan Qiqi's clumsy acting skills. He strode forward and asked, "Are you seriously injured? Why didn't you say anything just now?"

As he spoke, he found his small medicine jar in his sleeve, and his face was full of blame, but anyone who looked at it would say that it was clearly pampering.

Nan Qiqi thought that Situ Ling's words meant that she didn't believe her, so she hurriedly pulled up her trouser legs, revealing her slender calf as white as suet, and there were indeed a few huge bruises distributed on her delicate snow-white skin.

"Look at this, this and this were both dropped just now. They are both real and painful." Nan Qiqi pointed at the bruises on her legs, but didn't notice that Situ Ling had been absent for a long time.

Situ Ling was a little stunned for a while, and when he reacted, his face was already red, he turned around hastily, and his heart was still pounding.

"Princess, you are a woman, how can you show your skin to a man casually?"

Although the folk customs of the Southern Zhou Dynasty are open, it is not so... it is not so...

"Okay." Nan Qiqi pursed her lips and lowered her trouser legs reluctantly, but rolling up her trouser legs is really cool!

Suddenly, there was a sound of thunder and clang from Situ Ling, and Nan Qiqi ran to Situ Ling curiously to watch.

Nan Qiqi's mouth widened: "what's the matter with you?"

I saw that Situ Ling was holding a small white jade medicine jar in his slender, jade-like hands, but his hands were shaking as fast as Parkinson's, and his feet were also in a mess. The sleeve slipped and smashed to the ground, and the air smelled of a mixture of earth and medicinal incense.

Situ Ling stuffed the medicine jar into Nan Qiqi's hand, raising his voice a few times to cover up his gaffe: "Apply this ointment to your... wound."

Nan Qiqi wanted to laugh when she saw Situ Ling's tangled expression. She said from the bottom of her heart, "Actually, it doesn't hurt at all..."

If she didn't say that again, Situ Ling was going to fight with him. He glanced at Nan Qiqi worriedly for a while, then turned his head away in disgust and put on a high-hanging attitude that it had nothing to do with him.

Situ Ling said with a half-command: "Apply the medicine."

Nan Qiqi opened the medicine pot obediently, and the fragrance of herbal medicine rushed to her face. She obediently smeared the medicine on her legs, and asked in a well-behaved tone, "Where did you get these magical medicines from?"

After applying the ointment, Nan Qiqi felt cold on her legs. Although she could not feel the pain, the relief of her skin was obvious.

Situ Ling dropped a sentence: "I picked it up."

Nan Qiqi's mouth twitched, what's wrong? Who would throw such a magical medicine on the ground, it would be good if they didn't fight for it. However, it seemed that Situ Ling really didn't want to reveal his identity, so she was still careful to inquire.

Nan Qiqi pointed to the snow lotus mark on the white jar and asked, "Hey—this mark sounds familiar. I remember it seems to be some kind of holy doctor, but I can't remember it clearly."

She showed an expression of not knowing anything, and looked at Situ Ling simply: "Do you have anything to do with them..."

She believes that her acting skills are flawless, and she has already awarded the next Oscar winner to herself.

Just when Nan Qiqi was complacent, Sirui drowned out her dream of acting with a basin of cold water.

[Master, your acting skills are too bad, you can't wait to tell others that you know everything. ]

Nan Qiqi: Uh...Is it that obvious?

Nan Qiqi, who was still struggling with her acting skills, didn't expect Situ Ling to throw a dick directly at her: "Yes, I am a disciple of the holy doctor."

Situ Ling said the most explosive news in the most insipid tone, Nan Qiqi's little heart almost couldn't bear it, she glanced at him nervously.

Seeing that Situ Ling was silent, Nan Qiqi's heart was going to be in her throat. She quickly calculated that he would not be looking for an opportunity to assassinate her, but no one took off his vest at the end of the book.

"You..." Nan Qiqi swallowed nervously.

Situ Ling naturally saw Nan Qiqi's small movements, and he wondered if he was that terrifying.

"What are you doing, I won't eat you. Besides, you know my identity. No one will believe your words if you say it."

It's not his self-deprecation, but the fact that a desolate prince who was sent to an enemy country as a proton said that he was a famous sage doctor, who would not laugh out loud when he heard it.

How could they know that he was thrown into the deep mountains and forests by other princes and almost died when he could not find the way back, and it was only by mistake that he encountered the holy doctor.

The holy doctor said that his ambition was too great, and indeed he wanted to study medicine to help himself and his mother, so he begged the holy doctor for three days and three nights and showed amazing talent in medicinal herbs. If not for this, he would have been expelled. Out of the Holy Medical Mountain.

Nan Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief, and finally asked the questions she had accumulated in her heart.