In the hall, Mu Chuyang was lying on the bed, and looked over with his head tilted to glance at Duan Yunfei.
“What’s wrong?” Duan Yunfei asked at him while helping him boil medicine.
Hearing Duan Yunfei’s question, Mu Chuyang smiled sly and then said to Duan Yunfei. “The sweet rice dumplings made by others naturally taste different. How can they compare to the skills of Princess Thirteen. If Princess Thirteen is willing to cook in person, then the young actor will be very grateful.”
Mu Chuyang lying on the bed did not change his usual careless appearance, which really made Duan Yunfei angry and funny.
“What’s the difficulty?” Duan Yunfei turned around and looked at him. “If you want to eat, when I boil the soup in my hand, I will go down and prepare it for you with my own hands to satisfy your cravings.”
Before Duan Yunfei’s voice could cry, Mu Chuyang quickly said to her, “Since that’s the case, I’ll thank Princess Thirteen. But now I’m sick and can’t give the full gift. Please forgive me.”
“When is it, I’m still so poor.” Mu Chuyang lay on the bed and talked, Duan Yunfei looked at him expressionlessly, “I don’t know how you can be so relieved, but I’m not in a hurry at all.”
“The Thirteenth Princess is here to accompany me and is willing to make some delicious pastries for me, what’s there to worry about?” Mu Chuyang lay on the bed, talking to Duan Yunfei in a daze.
Duan Yunfei was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he turned around and left the tent, leaving him alone on the bed to entertain himself.
Seeing Duan Yunfei retreating, Mu Chuyang then calmed down the smile on his face, frowned, and turned around to check his wounds.
He was seriously injured and tossed and turned all day long and couldn’t sleep, but he endured it, fearing that he would show a sad look, which would make Duan Yunfei worried.
Mu Chuyang forced himself to turn around, and reached out to touch his wound gently, and frowned.
Somehow, he always remembered his mother these days.
He always dreamed that Princess Mu stood in front of him with rain, and kept crying as he looked at his wound, almost drying his tears.
Princess Mu has always loved her son the most. If she knew that her son would lose an arm on the battlefield, she would not know what would be a huge upside down.
Thinking of this, Mu Chuyang quickly called Deputy General Zhang in.
“Prince Mu, what are your instructions?” Deputy General Zhang was extremely excited when he saw Mu Chuyang awake. He walked up to Mu Chuyang respectfully.
A greeting, I wonder what Mu Chuyang had to give?
Mu ChuyangHe hooked his hand at Deputy General Zhang and signaled him to come forward.
Deputy General Zhang was a little confused, but he still walked up half-believingly, maintaining his attitude of saluting Mu Chuyang, and did not dare to relax for a moment. “Little Prince, what’s wrong? But what’s the problem with me?”