Genius Doctor Peasant Girl

After listening to the explanation of Chunfeng, the prince couldn't help thinking that Chunfeng was thinking of seeing that scene, so he had a short-sighted idea in his heart.

Chunfeng wrinkled his head and looked at Baili Mochen, secretly slandering, she looked like that spineless?

"Ah, no, no, I didn't think about it. This is a bit complicated to say, you...can you give me some time to sort out my thoughts? I'm telling you when the time is up!"

Seeing Baili Mochen's probing eyes, Chunfeng couldn't help interrupting his imagination, and asked tentatively.

"Oh, nothing is fine!" Hearing that, Baili Mochen was like a big rock in his heart, he took a long sigh of relief, and said: "Okay, when you think about it, you can tell me whenever you want, just From now on, don’t leave me for whatever reason, okay?"

Chunfeng could not remember that this was the first time he had said this to himself since he woke up.

"Okay!" Although this may be the Nth time, the spring breeze nodded very sweetly.

"Okay, eat quickly, otherwise the food will be bad if it is cold!" Baili Mochen is satisfied with the spring breeze, and those black eyes hidden under the long thick silhouette always carry a touch of sadness. The light ones are unnoticeable.

I remembered that the child who had not met or even formed a permanent scar in his heart.

Although very sad, he still chose to hide Chunfeng, because Chunfeng knew that he would be more sad than himself.

The military doctor said that a good mood will be more conducive to the recovery of the spring breeze.

Therefore, whenever he thinks about it, he will emphasize it again with Zhunfang, and tell her not to leave herself at will.

Not wanting the same tragedy to happen, looking at Chunfeng's sweet smile, Baili Mochen suddenly felt more self-blaming in his heart.

Such a bright woman shouldn't be treated like this, because he was too negligent.

Secretly vowed to her that she would not be harmed.

...

Besides, Hong Luan, who was seriously injured, went to Prince Mohan with a hatred of Baili Mochen.

The severe pain in his whole body and the damage caused by the backlash made Hong Luan's heart determined to avenge and vent his hatred in vain.

Looking at the dilapidated and dilapidated Red Luan in red, Prince Mohan looked surprised, but his eyes were intertwined with some unclear emotions.

"Oh, saint, what's wrong with you, how did you get hurt like this, who is it?" Prince Mohan looked surprised and angry.

"Stop talking, arrange a quiet place for me, I want to heal my injuries." Hong Luan glared at the sweet bite in his throat.

"Okay, okay, I'll let you make arrangements, Hongluan girl wait a moment." Prince Mohan still looks like that dog-legged pigman, he turned around and went out to arrange a place for Hongluan himself.

With less than a cup of tea, Prince Mohan came back again and said to Hong Luan who was half lying in his chair: "Looking at your injury, do you want me to send you a military doctor?"

"No need!" Hong Luan refused, leaving no chance for Prince Mohan.

"Ahem, okay, I'll take you there now?" Prince Mohan coughed slightly and said to Hongluan.

"The prince will send two people to take me there. Such trivial matters will not be troublesome for the prince." Hongluan continued to look like'don't come near you.'

"Then... okay." Like a prince who was still hesitating, the next moment he ordered the two soldiers to take Hongluan to the camp that had just been set up.

Looking at the red figure in the distance, a hint of hatred flashed in Prince Mohan's eyes.

Of course he knew that Chunfeng was robbed by her halfway through, and he also knew that Chunfeng had safely returned to King Yao.

In this way, all his advantages are gone, and the current situation has become very passive.

But that's it, he would still tolerate Hong Luan again and again, for no other reason, because the Wu Clan still had a lot of things worthy of his digging.

And these things can help him, so even if he is dissatisfied, Prince Mohan tried his best to resist it.

Back at the camp, Hong Luan couldn't help it, spouting a mouthful of old blood, and fell to the ground.

After all, Hong Luan still underestimated Baili Mo Dust, as well as the energy of forbidden art backlash, this time the injury was far more serious than she had imagined.

In fact, this time it wasn't for her illusion mind-washing technique that was not good enough, Baili Mochen would never have escaped her palms. It was also because she was too impatient, and in the end, the wounded herself became herself.

After slowing down, Hong Luan slowly got up and moved to the bedside, took out a pill of healing medicine, put it in his mouth, and began to sit cross-legged, exercising his strength to heal the injury.

But the result was not satisfactory, and Hong Luan vomited blood again within the time of a stick of incense.

She opened her eyes almost unbelievably, she couldn't heal her injuries at all!

The backlashed internal force and uncontrollable wandering not only made her unable to heal her injuries, but even resisted her healing internal force. If she forced her wounds to heal again, it is estimated that her strength would be destroyed.

It seems that the only way to recover from the trauma is first. Hong Luan lying on the bed has her lips flushed with her teeth and her eyes are full of hatred.

After three days of rest, Hongluan took the initiative to find Prince Mohan.

"I wonder if the saint is looking for this prince?" Prince Mohan asked bluntly.

"Hongluan wants to cooperate with the prince again. This time, Hongluan will definitely help the prince get this world and help the prince achieve hegemony." Hongluan said lightly while sitting in the guest seat.

"Really? I don't know what the saint's remedy is? What kind of conditions?" The two cooperated many times, and Prince Mohan did not speak secretly.

"Absolutely good prescription, the condition is that after the war, the prince needs to provide all the life needs of our Wu people every year, and Baili Mochen and his woman will be handed over to me!"

Hong Luan picked up the hot tea on the table and took a sip and continued.

"Well, it's okay to supply the Witch Clan. That woman can also be handed over to you, but this King Yao... If he escapes by accident, wouldn't it be a great threat to this prince?"

Regarding the transaction, Prince Mohan was cautious from inside.

"Don't worry, he won't pose a threat to you. Besides winning or losing, how can he threaten you aloft by the time when he talks about grass bandits?" Hongluan sketched out a beautiful blueprint for Prince Mohan in a few words.

"This..." Prince Mohan seemed to hesitate.

"The prince can rest assured, I will give the prince a secret weapon based on the previous weapon spectrum, even a person with high martial skills can't break it, the prince can sit back and relax!"

Hong Luan smiled triumphantly and looked confident.

Adding a secret weapon?

Prince Mohan's eyes showed a greedy light, and the things of the Witch Clan were all rare good things.

Let’s just talk about the secret recipe Hongluan gave him last time.