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The third thousand four hundred and ninety-six chapters work hands

Most of the time, both of them lived in the main hall, and unless Yundai felt uncomfortable, he went back to the side hall to sleep.

The two of them haven't seen each other for many days, and Yun Dai has experienced life and death, so Zhao Yuanjing naturally couldn't bear to leave.

But Yun Dai didn't want him to stay.

When two people are together, some things are inevitable.

She would never want him to see the scars on her body.

"I'm not very comfortable and want to sleep alone." Yun Dai smiled, "How many days will you go to the side palace general?"

"I'll lie with you for a while, and I'll leave when you fall asleep."

"Then you lie down and don't touch your feet."

"I promise."

Yun Dai got into the quilt and asked Qingyi to take another quilt for him, and each of them slept with a quilt.

Zhao Yuanjing was amused and crying: "Look at you being scared, isn't my mind full of that kind of thing?"

"Sleep alone more freely, I have a wound on my face." Yun Dai pointed his face at him.

Zhao Yuanjing raised his hand and touched it gently, and smiled and said, "I will never touch you until your injury heals."

Yun Dai felt relieved.

Zhao Yuanjing did what he said, lying beside her, patting her gently until she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Then she lifted the quilt and got up, and walked to the outside room.

Qingyi was sitting under the lamp to make needles and threads. When she saw him coming out, she hurriedly got up: "Your Majesty."

"Here, call me the prince, so as not to be heard by those with ulterior motives."

"Yes, Prince."

"She fell asleep, you pay a little attention to the movement."

"Yes, I remember it."

"In addition, when you apply medicine for her, apply it carefully, and don't ask her to apply it secretly alone. Try not to take a bath during this period, as it is not good for the wound."

Qingyi was slightly stunned: "Your Majesty, do you... know everything?"

"She kept her from letting me see it. Can't I guess it?" Zhao Yuanjing's voice was slightly cold, and his eyes were also cold. "Why did he only scratch a little wound on her face by his enemies? He would know if he didn't look at her."

Qingyi's eyes were slightly red: "I'll see it, my heart is about to be broken. How could I have suffered such a crime?"

The chill in Zhao Yuanjing's eyes became even more intense.

A few days later, with the help of Song Yanzhi, the children indeed stabilized the situation in the mine.

But most of the miners only trust Song Yanzhi, and only respect the young man, the princess from the Great Zhou Dynasty, but not convinced him.

Although the children are not convinced, they can do nothing.

Song Yanzhi was from Northern Qi, so he naturally trusted the miners of Northern Qi.

After solving this, the three of them decided to set off and return to the capital.

The night before leaving, Xiaozhuang talked to the children alone in the room.

"Princess, the villain thinks that Song Yan is strange."

"Oh? Who will listen?" Because my mother valued Xiaozhuang, she was rescued by him several times, and the children treated him well and trusted him very much.

Xiaozhuang said: "These few days, I have found that some workers in the mine are very familiar with Boss Song. It is definitely not the first time I have met."

"It's not surprising, he said himself, and he did it here before."

"No," Xiaozhuang shook his head, "Boss Song is definitely not a coolie in the mine. Did the princess notice that his hands are smooth and white, and there is not even a calluse. Look at the hands of the miners."

He stretched out his hand: "The villain has done these jobs before he met his godfather and His Majesty. A few years have passed, and my hand is still like this."

His hands were very rough and covered with calluses.

The joints are also thick.

That's because I've been doing heavy work all year round.
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