Chapter 871

In the sound of splashing water, Emperor Yuan Jing heard several imperial doctors beside the bed report to him sentence by sentence: "Your Majesty, she used late bud grass juice on her chin."

"This kind of juice is slightly poisonous. When it comes into contact with human skin, it will cause skin swelling for three to five days. If the body is weak, it will swell for more than half a month."

"I also used late bud grass juice on the eyelids, as well as the cheeks on both sides, and the forehead."

"Although this late bud grass juice is slightly poisonous when it comes into contact with human skin, it is easy to detoxify. Wipe it with impatiens water, and it will disappear within half an hour."

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Emperor Yuan Jing pursed his lips and did not speak from the beginning to the end. After washing up, there was still half an hour to go. After he got dressed, he went to the meeting hall next door, summoned several generals, and discussed with everyone the next battle arrangement some.

His mind was full of that woman, but his thoughts were extremely clear.

When he got up to leave, several generals who had a good relationship with her asked about her condition. Emperor Yuan Jing paused slightly and said: "Still in a coma, the imperial doctor will do his best. If you are really worried about her, the next battle will , do your best.”

Didn't say if he survived.

Everyone was very anxious, but because of Emperor Yuan Jing's sternness, they didn't dare to ask more questions.

He entered his room, quickened his steady steps, and walked around the screen to the bed in a few steps.

The imperial doctors had all left, and Xiao Liu retreated out the door knowingly when he saw him come in.

When he wiped her face clean, he thought her facial features were beautiful enough among women.

But at this moment, when he saw the person on the bed, his pounding heart froze for an instant, everything around him seemed to be far away from him, and the only thing in sight was her face.

From childhood to adulthood, there was not a single woman who impressed Emperor Yuan Jing deeply.

The women in the harem were more beautiful and charming than the last, but none of them could make him remember their faces and names.

He stared at the woman in front of him without blinking, as if using his eyes as a brush, to engrave her image in his heart bit by bit.

Perhaps it was the pain in the wound, Yan Ge who was in a coma, she snorted slightly and frowned.

Hearing her voice, Emperor Yuan Jing subconsciously took a step back and wanted to find a place to hide, but found that there was something wrong with his movements and that she didn't open her eyes.

He was extremely surprised by his behavior.

This is his room, this is his bed.

He is the emperor, she is still his general, why should he hide?

Xu was to vent his anger on this unexpected reaction in his heart, so he took a step forward and sat heavily on the side of the bed.

His eyes fell on her face again, and his fingers stretched out unconsciously, pressing on the center of her slightly frowning brows.

Her face is very small, this small face is completely different from her handsome and sharp face before.

A small face the size of a palm, with thin and small lips, a straight nose, and a slight frown of her slender eyebrows, making one wish to smooth her brows.

He didn't dare to use such a weak face that seemed to be able to pierce her with a little force with his fingers.

He even made gestures on her face with his wide palm, and compared whether his hand was bigger or her face was bigger.

Such a naive approach, but he is doing it.

He couldn't imagine that the fragile woman like a porcelain doll lying on the bed would be the sword he had used for more than five years, or the ever-victorious general he admired the most.