Chapter 213 Nangong Ye's "acting like a spoiled child" after his injury
The grassland has been pacified and the overall situation has been determined.
The triumphant army returned home with the glory of victory and a blueprint for the future, and the atmosphere in the camp became much more relaxed.
However, the atmosphere in the coach's tent was somewhat... subtle.
The arrow scratch on Nangong Ye's arm had already been treated by the military medical officer and the bleeding had been stopped and bandaged.
The medical officer repeatedly assured:
"Your Highness is blessed with great fortune. It's just a flesh wound, no broken bones. He'll be fine after a few days of rest."
Nangong Ye heard this, but he obviously had his own understanding.
At this moment, he was leaning on the soft couch, his black hair untied, casually wearing a black nightgown with a loose belt, revealing his muscular chest and the forearm carefully wrapped in snow-white gauze.
Prince Yong, who was usually decisive and stern, now had a rare look of weakness and grievance between his brows?
Dongfang Yuning was holding a warm, wet handkerchief and wanted to wipe his face, but he gently held her wrist with his uninjured hand.
"Ning'er..."
His voice was low and a little hoarse, and he looked at her with wet eyes, like a large injured beast, inexplicably lovable.
"The wound... hurts a little."
Dongfang Yuning: "..."
[118, isn't his wound almost scabbed over? I saw it when the medical officer changed the dressing just now. It's just a red mark!]
System 118:
[Ding! Detected that the target character, 'Prince', has activated 'Delicate Beauty' mode, with pain perception amplified by 1000%! Host is advised to cooperate with the performance, otherwise the hidden plot of 'Prince's Grudge' may be triggered!]
Dongfang Yuning's mouth twitched slightly, but he remained patient and softened his voice:
"Then... then shall I ask the medical officer to take a look?"
“No need.”
Nangong Ye immediately refused, holding her hand tighter, and scratching her palm lightly with his fingertips.
"The doctor's hands and feet are rough and heavy, not as delicate as Ning'er. With Ning'er accompanying my husband, I feel much better."
He paused and looked at her expectantly:
"It's just... I feel really sticky and uncomfortable. Ning'er... can you help me wipe my body?"
Dongfang Yuning: “!!!”
[Good guy! Waiting for me here! ]
Her cheeks flushed instantly.
[This is broad daylight! And your arm is only injured, not paralyzed!]
Nangong Ye seemed to be able to hear her inner voice, and immediately frowned, took a deep breath, as if the wound was aroused, and his tone became weaker:
"Hiss... If Ning'er doesn't want to, then forget it... Your husband will just have to be patient..."
He looked like a poor little thing abandoned by the whole world.
Dongfang Yuning: "..."
[Okay, okay, okay! You win!]
She really lost to this man!
I know he is pretending, but looking at his expression, I just can't harden my heart.
"Okay, okay, wipe it!"
She agreed almost gritted her teeth and turned to prepare hot water and soft towels.
So, in broad daylight, an extremely "erotic" and funny scene took place in the coach's tent.
Dongfang Yuning blushed, rolled up his sleeves, resignedly wrung out the handkerchief, carefully avoided the gauze on his arm, and wiped his chest and back.
Nangong Ye cooperated very well, tilting his head slightly, closing his eyes, with a barely perceptible smile of triumph on the corner of his lips, enjoying the VIP-level service very much.
Occasionally, he would give a "weak" command:
"Ning'er, a little to the left... yes, right there..."
"Back... well... Ning'er's technique is really good..."
The voice was low and magnetic, with a sigh of satisfaction. The hot air it exhaled brushed past Dongfang Yuning's ears, making her hands and heart tremble even more. Her face was flushed the whole time, and she was complaining wildly in her heart.
[118! He definitely did it on purpose!]
[Host, calm down! The prince's actions show his emotional intelligence and interest are at their peak! I've learned this! Points +10 (interest course tuition)!]
At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the tent, followed by Mo Ying's formal announcement:
"Prince, Princess, the medicine is ready."
"Enter……"
Dongfang Yuning felt as if he had been pardoned. Just as he was about to call someone in, he was stopped by Nangong Ye with a look.
He quickly adjusted his posture and leaned his head on her shoulder, his whole body hanging weakly on her, his voice weak:
"Hmm... bring it in..."
Mo Ying walked in with his head lowered, holding a medicine bowl. When he looked up, he saw their prince, who was like a Shura descending from the earth on the battlefield and could tear apart barbarian warriors with his bare hands, now leaning weakly in the princess's arms, his face... uh, seemed a little too rosy?
But there was indeed a glint in her eyes that said, "I am fragile and need love."
And their princess, with a "loving" look on her face (actually she was ashamed and angry), was holding a handkerchief and wiping the prince's...neck with stiff movements?
Mo Ying: "..."
As a well-trained leader of the secret guards, his ability to control his facial expressions is top-notch.
But at this moment, his facial muscles twitched barely perceptibly, and he quickly lowered his head, raising the medicine bowl above his head.
"Your Majesty, please use the medicine."
Inner thought: [I didn't see anything. I'm just a wooden man delivering medicine. As long as Your Majesty is happy.]
Nangong Ye seemed to have lost the energy to even carry the medicine. He lazily opened his eyelids, glanced at Mo Ying, and then looked at Dongfang Yuning. His tone was so natural and matter-of-fact:
"Ning'er, feed me."
Dongfang Yuning: "..."
I really want to hit someone!
But she still took the medicine bowl, scooped up a spoonful, blew it cool, and brought it to his mouth.
Nangong Ye opened his mouth and drank it with satisfaction, then his brows immediately frowned, because he drank a poison that could penetrate the intestines:
"bitter……"
Dongfang Yuning was annoyed:
“Good medicine tastes bitter!”
"If Ning'er feeds it, it won't be bitter."
He responded fluently, his eyes so sticky that they could be drawn.
Mo Ying: "..."
[Should I disappear immediately? Is it too late to withdraw now? Your Highness, do you still remember how you, expressionlessly, ordered the execution of a dozen or so Vulture Tribe diehards just a stick of incense away?]
Mo Ying felt that his worldview had been slightly impacted, and he tried hard to maintain a blank expression and reduce his presence.
After finally feeding a bowl of medicine, Nangong Ye started again.
"Ning'er, my husband wants to take a bath..."
He pushed the envelope.
"I feel uncomfortable all over. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well if I don't take a shower..."
Dongfang Yuning glared at him:
"Nangong Ye! Don't go too far! Didn't I just wipe it for you?"
"Washing is not as comfortable as taking a bath. The wound should not be exposed to water."
He raised his bandaged arm with a righteous look, his eyes innocent and aggrieved.
"Ning'er, can you bear to see your husband go to bed covered in blood and smelling of medicine?"
In the end, Dongfang Yuning was defeated and resigned himself to his fate and ordered people to prepare a bathtub and hot water.
Then, an even more "horrific" scene appeared.
The huge bathtub was filled with hot steam. Nangong Ye sat in it like a big man, with only his injured arm resting on the edge of the tub.
Dongfang Yuning rolled up her sleeves, her skirt was wet, her face was red as if blood was about to drip out, and she took a soft towel and rubbed his back randomly (with a hint of venting anger).
Nangong Ye seemed to be enjoying it very much, and even gave orders:
"Ning'er, wipe the front too..."
"Hair... yes, scratch it..."
[Zero! Is there any potion that can instantly make someone unconscious? Give me some!]
Dongfang Yuning roared in his heart.
AI Zero: [Commander, according to medical protocol, stun potions cannot be used on non-threatening targets. Suggestion: Be patient, or perform a physical counterattack (please control the intensity).]
【118! 】
System 118:
[Host! Hold on! The prince's 'delicate' skin is a limited-time skin! Once your injuries heal, it will be gone! Cherish it while you can! I'm playing the 'Great Compassion Mantra' for you to calm your mind.]
Outside the tent, there were occasional generals who came to ask for instructions on military affairs. When they heard the noises coming from inside, which included the princess sounding a little frustrated, mixed with the prince's low and joyful laughter, as well as the sound of water that was obviously bathing, they all looked at each other in confusion, and then tacitly retreated three feet away, watching the prince with their eyes and noses.
The deputy general couldn't help but whisper to Mo Ying:
"Boss, is the prince's injury...really that serious?"
Do you need the princess to help you bathe yourself?
This must be to the extent that he can't take care of himself, right?
Mo Ying looked at him expressionlessly and uttered two words:
“It’s heavy.”
The importance of psychological needs.
Lieutenant General: "..."
I understand.
They don’t understand the prince’s world.
Throughout the whole day, Nangong Ye took his stickiness to the extreme.
He had to feed her medicine, eat, wipe her body, read to her, and specified that she had to lie in his arms while reading. Even when reviewing a few urgent military reports, Dongfang Yuning had to sit next to him and grind ink and spread paper for him, under the pretext of
"With Ning'er by my side, the wound will heal quickly."
Dongfang Yuning went from being ashamed and angry at first, to being helpless later, and finally becoming almost numb, like an emotionless serving machine, only occasionally unable to resist secretly pinching his intact arm to vent his anger.
As for Nangong Ye, he felt relaxed both physically and mentally throughout the whole process, and the smile on his face never faded.
This little injury was worth it in exchange for my darling Ning'er's meticulous and personal care with a blushing face throughout the whole process!
Until late at night, a certain prince finally "felt satisfied" and hugged the exhausted, ashamed and angry little princess to prepare for bed.
Before going to sleep, he did not forget to whisper in her ear, his tone full of satisfaction and pride:
"It's better to get hurt... If I had known earlier, I should have gotten hurt more often..."
Dongfang Yuning was so angry that he bit his shoulder:
"You dare!"
Nangong Ye chuckled and hugged her tighter:
"I dare not... My husband can't bear to see Ning'er worry..."
The candlelight in the tent went out, leaving only the lingering sound of breathing.
Outside the tent, Mo Ying, who was on night watch, looked up at the moon in the sky and felt that the moonlight tonight seemed to have a bit of...sweet and funny taste.
The prince's actions really opened the eyes of all his subordinates.
So this is the style of the Cold-Faced King of Hell when it comes to love...
I can’t afford to offend you. I really can’t afford to offend you.
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