The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 2: Give and receive inseparable

It's been a long time since Ah Man reacted and moved his lips from the boy's face.

"You are an apprentice, taking advantage of my father... girl."

Aman glared at the boy lying on the ground and shouted angrily.

The boy looked weak, but his eyes were full of helplessness when he looked at the girl.

"I don't have the strength." The young man's voice was very weak, but it made Aman's face even more ugly. After a long time, he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Everyone said that the peony flower will die, and it is also a ghost." /

The boy glanced at the girl, shook his head lightly, tried his best, and brought the roast chicken to his mouth.

Is this ignored?

This guy is, um, not cute at all.

Aman stretched out his hand and snatched the roast chicken from the boy's hand, biting viciously, looking at the boy who was lying on the ground with his eyes half-closed as if in a demonstration.

"Aman, give him the roast chicken, he looks like he must be starving." The cousin who had been fighting all the time finally couldn't help but persuade.

"You know he's going to starve? Give him something to drink when the porridge is ready."

After Aman finished speaking, he took the roast chicken and left. The young man lying on the ground smelled the mouth-watering fragrance, gritted his teeth and endured it.

What the boy didn't expect was that Aman really gave him a drink of the fragrant porridge as she said...

"I'm very hungry." After drinking half a bowl, the young man was unwilling and said softly to Ah Man.

"I know."

"I want to drink."

"My porridge, do not raise Deng disciples."

"I am not."

"Then you're hungry."

Aman won the quarrel between the two. She continued to nibble on the chicken legs triumphantly, but she heard the boy whisper: "It's hard to raise only women and villains."

He didn't speak in a low voice. He was comforting himself, but he was angry with a little girl who was difficult to support.

"Cousin, we have to set off. Dawn is going to catch up with the emperor...sister and the others." Aman got up and left without even looking at the boy sitting on the ground.

But she didn't want to, the teenager had grabbed her clothes.

"You son of a bitch, let go of my clothes."

It's a disciple again, the teenager feels that he can't get rid of these three words, he just stops her...

"Take me."

"Without."

"I will starve to death here." The boy's voice seemed to have the coldness of the night wind, which was inexplicably distressing.

"It's none of my business."

A'man was a little soft-hearted, but what was circling in her mind was his previous words. After getting on the horse, she turned her head and said to the young man sitting dead and injured: "It's really hard for me to support me, but I didn't waste your food."

"I..."

A thoughtless sentence, but instantly reminded the boy of his low-pitched complaint.

This...

"Your legs..." My cousin's voice suddenly sounded in this silent dark night, causing the girl's whip-wielding hand to freeze. She couldn't help but turn her head and look in the direction of the boy.

The teenager stood tremblingly on the ground, his face pale, as if stained with blue frost by the moonlight. A filthy brocade robe stood there proudly, like bamboo and pine, unable to hide the nobleness in his bones.

If you look closely at his legs, you will find that the corners of the robe are dark and bloody.

Looking at his trembling appearance, his leg should have been seriously injured, but before, he had been holding it back until he didn't even groan or groan, and even stood up.

Just when Ah Man was about to dismount to support the boy, his body suddenly swayed a few times and fell to the ground.

Aman couldn't care about anything else, got off the horse, and stepped forward to lift his robe, but he didn't want the boy's hand to hold the robe tightly and prevent her from moving.

"You..." Ah Man looked at the boy angrily. He was about to accuse him of not knowing good people, but he didn't want the boy to speak slowly and say, "Men and women don't get along."