Chapter 213 So Delicate

Yun Dai raised her eyebrows, looked at his feet, and said, "Let General Xu get another carriage. My sedan chair is too small to fit."

"The carriage is too bumpy."

Zhao Yuanjing couldn't help but hopped into the sedan chair.

Although one foot is lame, it is still very flexible.

Yun Dai was speechless.

"Come in." Zhao Yuanjing stretched out a hand and pulled her in.

Yun Dai didn't stand still, and threw herself on him directly.

His head hit his chest with a thud.

"hiss--"

Zhao Yuanjing took a deep breath, "You woman, if you want to throw yourself into your arms, don't be in such a hurry, can't you wait until you get back to the palace?"

His voice was not too loud, and the guards outside heard it.

Xu Hu coughed lightly, turned around and walked aside.

The rest of the palace guards also watched their noses with their eyes and their hearts.

Pretend not to hear anything.

It's not a matter of course for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to be with his side concubine and want to do something.

In the sedan chair.

The tip of Yun Dai's nose was bright red.

Not shy, but bumped.

She rubbed her nose, didn't answer the prince's words, got up silently, moved to sit beside her.

Although the sedan chair was quite spacious, it immediately became much more crowded with the addition of a tall and tall Zhao Yuanjing.

"Why are you so far away from me?" Zhao Yuanjing was a little dissatisfied.

Yun Dai looked at him, then at herself, and said, "Your Highness, there is no gap between me and you, have you seen that? This sedan chair is for me alone, if you find it too crowded, you can go out..."

"I sprained my ankle." Zhao Yuanjing interrupted her, "And it's to support you."

Yun Dai: "..."

Zhao Yuanjing raised his leg directly: "It hurts a lot, and I don't know if the bone is broken."

Yun Dai smiled: "Your Highness, you are only twenty years old, and your bones are not that fragile. You really don't have to worry about breaking them."

It's just a sprain, so delicate.

"But it hurts."

"Be patient and go back soon."

"I can't bear it." Zhao Yuanjing said, "Look at my feet, are they swollen? These boots are a bit cramped and hurt a lot."

Yun Dai had no choice but to reach out to help him take off his boots and socks.

His feet are pretty good-looking, with light wheat-colored skin, and the toenails are round and neat.

The ankles were really red.

It doesn't look like it's all fake.

Yun Dai stretched out her hand to press it, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"pain."

"You're too...squeamish." Yun Dai shook her head, "You can sprain your ankle by walking just two steps. Don't move, I'll see if you hurt your bones."

She is also half a doctor of Chinese medicine.

Zhao Yuanjing unceremoniously put his feet on her knees, and looked at her slender fingers pressing on his ankles.

Her head was down, her expression was focused, and her eyelashes were long.

"Does it feel like this?" She looked up and asked him.

"Yes..." Zhao Yuanjing nodded subconsciously.

"How could it be?" Yun Dai frowned, pinching his ankle bone, "Probably not, it didn't hurt the bone...Your Highness, what did you feel just now?"

Zhao Yuanjing woke up: "What?"

"I ask you, how does it feel."

"Oh, feet, it's okay." He met her bright eyes, his heart jumped a few times, and he quickly looked away.

Yun Dai said: "That's good, it's fine. It's just a twisted muscle. Go back and soak in some medicine for a few days, and you'll be fine."

Zhao Yuanjing didn't speak.

Yun Dai put on the shoes and socks for him.

Zhao Yuanjing suddenly reached out, pressed her forehead, and said softly: "In the future, I will love you."

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