Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Qi Yin didn't know why, but he just wanted to protect her and not let her get hurt, and he couldn't bear even a little injury.

Once, he felt that a woman was protected like this, delicate and hypocritical.

But now, he hopes that Feng Qian can be protected obediently, away from all dangers, safe and secure, and will not take any risks.

Feng Qian also knew that the fragments were protecting her.

His Highness's fragment has always been like this, very caring, very caring, and wants to protect her well.

Although most of the time, Fragments didn't say it clearly, but kept doing it silently, she could feel it.

"Let's go back first."

Feng Qian turned around and raised his hand to put Qi Yin's arm on his shoulder so that he could lean on her and save some effort.

General Qi pursed his lips and nodded: "Yes."

Half of the body's weight also fell on Feng Qian, allowing the princess to support her body.

There was also some blood stains on the princess's face, which was faintly red.

He looked down, and after a while, he raised his hand, pressed his fingertips against the blood-stained skin, and gently rubbed it off.

Feng Qian only paused for a moment, then continued to walk seriously.

Qi Yin looked at the fair skin on the princess's face after he wiped it clean, then looked away, and unconsciously moved closer, with his chin resting on the princess's head.

His eyes were half closed, a little tired, and the breath of the princess reassured him.

When they arrived at the barracks, Feng Qian helped Qi Yin back to the main tent, and she helped him sit down by the bed.

The general was full of blood and cold, Feng Qian took the initiative to fetch a basin of hot water, soaked the handkerchief, got up and walked towards Qi Yin.

General Qi had already taken off his blood-stained silver battle armor. He had a cut on his shoulder, not too deep, not too shallow, some blood seeped out, and a bright red mark was left on his inner shirt.

He lowered his head and tore off his underwear, revealing his fair shoulders, and the not-so-deep scar was clearly exposed.

After Feng Qian saw it, he paused slightly, and helped the debris wipe the blood off his face.

After wiping it clean, she walked back slowly, soaked the veil in the water, and went to the other side to get a bottle of golden sore medicine.

Since the wound is not deep, no dressing is required.

"I'll help you with the medicine first."

Feng Qian unplugged the bottle of golden sore medicine, put his finger on Qi Yin's arm, and sprinkled the medicine powder on Qi Yin's wound with his other hand.

Qi Yin frowned slightly and let out a low moan.

Feng Qian stopped his movements and turned his head to look at Shard's face.

She blinked, "It hurts?"

The corners of General Qi's lips moved, and he said in a muffled voice, "It's okay."

Feng Qian looked at him again, there was no expression on Shard's face, and the color of his lips was a little pale.

"oh."

Feng Qian withdrew his gaze, continued to sprinkle some medicine, and then gently pressed the powder with his fingers to spread the powder.

Before kneading, Feng Qian said to the fragment seriously: "If it hurts, tell me, or just stop."

"Um."

Qi Yin lowered his head, his voice was very low, and his pale lips were slightly pursed.

Feng Qian continued to knead the powder.

There was still some pain, the fragments were suppressed and did not make a sound, and did not cry out for pain during the whole process.

When the medicine was finished, Feng Qian stepped back a little, put the cork on the bottle, and when she turned around, Qi Yin hugged her waist silently.

With a little effort, he hugged the princess into his arms.

Following the force, Feng Qian fell and sat on Qi Yin's lap.

With his back against the hot skin of the other party, Qi Yin also lowered his head, and his chin rested on the princess's shoulder.

His voice was very low: "Don't move."

Feng Qian sat on the fragmented legs and didn't dare to move much. Last time, because of teasing, she used her hands... She still remembers the feeling of trembling, burning, numbness, and numbness.

Qi Yin's breathing was shallow, and his voice was also faint: "I want to lean on for a while."