The little general is a pretty wolf wife

Chapter 74

Yuan Jia sighed, straightened up, and smoothed the hair on both sides of his cheeks for him.Because of the serious injury, he couldn't fully maintain his human form, so the little general's wolf ears and wolf tail ran out.

I don't think it's weird, there are two pure white soft pointed ears on the top of the head, and the long hair hangs down, making the little general's face look smaller. The whole person looks so weak that people want to hold him in his arms and coax him.

But you can't hug, you will touch the wound.

Bai Jiujiu was a bit lacking in spirit. Before he was hit by the arrow, he also suffered a lot of internal injuries in the fight with the Taoist priest, not to mention that the arrow behind him almost killed him. Not as miserable as today.

Although he only cared about Yuan Jia for the most part, he still felt chilled.When the people knelt on the ground and begged their emperor to execute him, he was still injured, because he had also tried his best to protect these people...

Yuan Jia's hand gently stroked the side of his face, he tilted his head, and rubbed his face against the slightly cool palm, then, with those dark and bright eyes open, he looked at Yuan with all his energy. Chia.

The thumb rubbed against the little general's cheek.At this time, there was the sound of the door being pushed open, and Haitang came in with the medicine.

Seeing Yuan Jia, she froze for a while.Then tears welled up in her eyes, this maid who had always been fearless began to drop golden beans in front of Yuan Jia.

On her face, there were scars from being pressed and rubbed on the ground.

Seeing this, Yuan Jia smiled, and said to Haitang, "Come here."

Haitang wiped away tears, forced them back stubbornly, then walked over, handed Yuan Jia the medicine, turned around and ran out.

The dark medicine exudes a bitter and unpleasant taste.Not hot, not cold, just right.When Yuan Jia wanted to feed him spoon by spoon, Bai Jiu shook his head.

Yuan Jia understood what the other party meant, put the medicine aside, sat next to the pillow, put his arms around his shoulders, and lifted his upper body slightly. Even if he touched the wound, Bai Jiu just frowned, without Yuan Jia noticing .The bowl leaned against the bed, and Bai Shijiu finished the medicine in a few strokes.

Lying back on the bed, Yuan Jia stuffed him with a candied fruit.Holding it in his mouth, even if he wanted to see Yuan Jia again, he still fell asleep due to exhaustion.

The quilt covered in summer is thin, and the curvature of the four-month-old cub is still clearly visible.

Yuan Jia stared at the ups and downs for a while, and then looked at Bai Jiu's pale face. The little general's breathing was so weak that he didn't look like him.

Bai Jiu shouldn't be like this.

Yuan Jia thought of the other party coming back from the rebellion, wearing silver armor, with high hair, riding on a tall horse, even though he was handsome and young, but his face was solemn and his black eyes were cold, making people look at him and feel afraid...

He remembered again, holding a machete, the white-clothed boy in the rainy night seemed to be a murderer, killing the killer neatly, but when he looked back at himself, he smiled...

Or being hugged in his arms and stretching his body obediently, letting him rub...

Her cheeks were blushing with powder in her whites, and her black cheeks contained a puddle of water...

No matter what it looks like, it shouldn't be the one that is so weak that he doesn't even have the strength to speak.If it wasn't for the cub in the womb, perhaps, even if he encountered danger, Bai Jiu would be able to resolve it well?

Yuan Jia knew that his thinking was a little dangerous, it was Bai Jiujiu who spent so much effort and suffered so much to save the cub, he actually got a little disgusted...

Yuan Jia rubbed his temples, stabilized his mood, got up and went, intending to tidy himself up, there are still many things waiting for him to do.

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As a little red bird, Feng Qing lay quietly on the brocade quilt on Yu Hualan's body, and then stared at the noble and elegant Crown Prince with black eyes the size of small soybeans.

It's definitely not the one Feng Qing likes, with a calm and gentle personality, and a pretty face.

The little red bird looked at it for a while, and when it heard a noise, it stood up with its plump and chubby body, shook its fluffy and beautiful feathers, raised its small wings, poked its small head in to comb the feathers, and then turned its big head a little Staring at Yu Hualan who had woken up and looked at him in a daze.

The little red bird tried its best to look like a noble and glamorous divine bird, but Yuhualan smiled unexpectedly, and then stretched out Baiyu's fingertips to poke his head, and he rolled down sharply, because his body It was too fat, and when it was about to turn over after turning it over for a long time, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was amused, poked it again, and the little red bird could only show its bulging belly, and stared at the top of the bed with its little paws. , and then an angry male voice sounded, "Yuhualan, don't go too far!"

Yu Hualan was taken aback.

The little maid who had just brought in the washing water heard a male voice coming from the prince's tent, she was so frightened that her face paled, and she threw the basin away with a bang.

Then the maid quickly knelt down and kowtowed, "His Royal Highness forgive me!"

Yu Hualan grabbed the little paw and threw it back casually. The little red bird was thrown so badly that he lay on the bed for a long time and couldn't recover. When he brushed it, the darkness came, and the huge quilt covered him completely. strict.But Yu Hualan sat up, lifted the curtain, revealing the empty bed, then glanced coldly at the trembling maid, and said flatly: "Come and serve Gu to change."

The maid said her hands, then stood up shaking her body and dressed Yu Hualan in a luxurious moon-white robe. When she was dressing, she took a peek at the bed, but there was nothing there. The maid was also thinking, it was hers. Illusion.

When the maid went out to get hot water again, Yuhualan lifted the quilt, and the little red bird looked at him with furry hair, looking very "fierce".

Yu Hualan looked at the hairy little thing and said, "Didn't you not be able to talk last night?"

The other party said something serious, so he had no choice but to put away his hair. The little red bird said: "Now that I have recovered a little, I can naturally speak out."

"Yeah." Yu Hualan lowered her eyes halfway, the shape of the baby bird made them feel less awkward with each other, as if yesterday's tit-for-tat confrontation, indifference, all confession words disappeared, "I need to make a nest for you ?"

"No, I'll just sleep on your bed." As soon as the words came out, the meaning was a bit strange, the little red bird moved, looked at the silent Yuhualan, and when she was about to say something, Yuhua Rand nodded.

After washing, he passed the meal.The little red bird hid under the table. After all, yesterday was a demon, a fairy, something like that, so it's better not to let others see him for the time being.On the other hand, Little Red Bird really can't accept her appearance like this.

After the maid went out, the little red bird flew out and landed on the table. Is His Royal Highness's breakfast just a bowl of porridge?

I remember that when he was still in the prince's mansion, every time he had breakfast with Yu Hualan, it was quite sumptuous.Although he is a fairy, he doesn't need to eat, and even if he does, it should be bamboo, but Feng Qing has to admit that the delicacies in the world are indeed unique, so he eats a lot every time.At that time, although Yuhualan's appetite was not very good, it was not as poor as it is now.

Even though His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is eating a bowl of thin porridge, his posture is still very good-looking.Noticing that a certain bird was staring at him, His Royal Highness asked while drinking porridge: "Do I need to prepare anything for you?"

Eating carrots and worrying about nothing, the little red bird took a look at Yu Hualan, fluttered its wings, and flew out, as if it didn't want to stay for a moment.

Yu Hualan's hand stopped drinking the porridge, and finally put down the bowl, looked at the table and sighed.There is not much porridge left, and there is only half a bowl left.