Long Qian, who had been frustrated for several days, finally disappeared while eating chicken legs.

"Brother Long is loyal enough. He has been giving me chicken legs from afar. It's so delicious!"

Long Qian is welcome, and chews in chicken legs.

These days it’s not that she doesn’t want to eat, she goes on a stomach strike, vomits whatever she eats, and has no appetite at all.

I don’t know if Brother Long treated her stomach disease, but her stomach stopped hurting and it didn’t hurt at all.

As soon as my appetite comes back, I feel very hungry.

Long Qian finished gnawing the two big chicken legs in one breath before he leaned back to the bed with satisfaction.

"Brother Long, where have you been these days?" She looked at him with a smile and asked.

The man wiped her mouth and turned around to bring a cup of warm tea.

Long Qian smelled the familiar scent of tea and leaned forward slightly.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to do it herself, it’s that Brother Long has wrapped her up so tight that she is too lazy to move.

Chu Dongling put the cup to her lips and carefully fed her a cup of tea.

He never thought of hurting her, but why is there always an insurmountable gap between them?

When Chu Dongling returned from the war, he heard the news that the princess had committed suicide by jumping into the lake as soon as she entered the door.

He couldn't describe his mood, so he finally chose this method to appear next to her.

"Brother Long, why don't you speak? Isn't your voice better?" Long Qian rolled his round eyes and looked at the man beside him.

Chu Dongling stood up, found a piece of paper and a pen, and returned to the bedside.

"Why can't you think it through?" he wrote on paper.

Long Qian poked his head out and looked at the words on the paper, raised the corner of his lips: "Am I so famous? The news has spread to the outside?"

Brother Long didn't take the initiative to come in to see her when he heard the news of her suicide?

Well, this friend is pretty good!

"This is not true." Long Qian shook her head.

She really didn't want to commit suicide, but she didn't want to explain.

Chu Dongling looked at the girl for a moment, and then wrote a line of words on the paper.

"Don't want to stay by his side?"

No one knew how King Ling felt when he asked this. His face was a little heavy, but it was not so cold that people dared not get close to him.

Long Qian looked at the words on the paper and gently pursed her pink lips that had recovered from her blood.

"No!" She suddenly raised the corner of her mouth slightly and shook her head, "What's wrong with living in the royal palace?"

"Brother Long doesn't know that I'm lazy. I'm here to eat and open my mouth and clothes to reach out. Don't live too beautifully!"

"Isn't it just a disease? We are all mortals, who doesn't have one or two problems?"

She didn't want to worry those who cared about her and didn't say what she was thinking.

Long Qian moved his body down and looked up again.

"Brother Long, can you untie me? I want to sleep."

She didn't want him to stay for too long, especially now, who are lonely and widowed. If they are discovered, they will be in trouble.

Long Qian struggled to loosen the quilt and lay back on the bed.

"Brother Long, you go back. When I get better, I will go to Linzi to find you."

"Don't tell my mother about my illness. I don't want her to toss, do you understand?"

Long Qian looked at the man who was not talking and frowned slightly.

"Brother Long, are you listening to me? Don't tell my mother."

"You told her that I was very good, but I was a little busy. I couldn't take it off for the time being and would go back to see her."

"Let's go, don't stay here all the time. I'm a man with a husband, so I can't be so casual!"

Suddenly, the door was knocked from outside.
Chapter completed!