I made the cold sick cry for a hundred days

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However, it is not a good thing to consciously feel the pain, and consciously feel the frustration of incompetence engulfing oneself bit by bit.

He woke up when the rooster crowed for the first time in the morning, and the tears in his blood-red eyes were tightly held back in his sockets.

He longed to adjust his state as soon as possible and ask Zhuang Shanrong to serve him, but it was difficult to break free from the aggrieved emotions, so he could only vent quietly and painfully.

After an unknown amount of time, he watched the light shining through the paper window become brighter little by little, but his resentment not only did not disappear, but also condensed into a ball, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

He was a little afraid that Zhuang Shanrong would wake up at this moment, and that Zhuang Shanrong would "understand" him to cry out to vent, because he knew his body and his character:

If Zhuang Shanrong did this, he would have a channel to vent, but a momentary venting would not solve the problem, he would hate his embarrassment being discovered even more, and he would hate Zhuang Shanrong ever since.

His worry was unnecessary, he had been worrying for more than an hour, but Zhuang Shanrong was like a pig, without a maid to wake her up, she just kept sleeping unmoved.

The third prince: "..."

I don't know how bad the rules of the Zhuang Mansion are. The maid didn't come until the sun was three poles.

The maid gently woke up Zhuang Shanrong. After cleaning and dressing Zhuang Shanrong, the first thing she did was to let Zhuang Shanrong finish a small bowl of boiled porridge, and then let Zhuang Shanrong drink a bowl of medicine that was bigger than Zhuang Shanrong's face.

After the maid left, Zhuang Shanrong looked around blankly, as if she hadn't woken up yet, and only after a while did she discover the existence of the third prince, and approached the third prince with a sickly red face, calling Breathing hot breath, he said: "Sorry, I'm in poor health. I have to rest and replenish my body every day to maintain my energy. I don't have any experience in taking care of others. I forgot to tell my servant yesterday that I will take care of you for me."

The third prince looked at the maid who was busy in the house as soon as she came in, her attention was diverted, and most of the grievances had long been eliminated;

When he found out that Zhuang Shanrong had forgotten him, he was annoyed at first, but Zhuang Shanrong looked weaker than him, so he had nothing to say, but kept silent, letting Zhuang Shanrong serve him with a carefully ingratiating smile.

His wound was re-medicated. He ate food that can be eaten by a carefully prepared person, drank sweet and delicious well water, and drank medicine to suppress wound inflammation. sorting out.

Since he told Zhuang Shanrong his identity with his paw, his treatment was much better than when he first entered the Zhuang mansion as a dog.

Although he said disdainfully to himself that this is the change that Zhuang Shanrong should have, he still squinted his eyes comfortably, enjoying Zhuang Shanrong's gentleness, while looking up at the healing fresh smile on Zhuang Shanrong's pretty face from time to time, Indulge in the warmth of the moment.

The third prince didn't know what to say about Zhuang Shanrong's smile, that smile was very attractive, not as sweet as an ordinary woman, it was obviously trying to please him, but it was very leisurely, as if he was not afraid of any consequences.

If you only look at the lower half of the face, you will find that the smile is very good, but if you only look at the upper half of the face, you will feel like smiling, people don't know if she is sincere, but she often smiles with her face down, Converged a lot of the half-truth and half-false feeling, a little more shy.

It's not like hooking people, it's better than hooking people.

However, even if Zhuang Shanrong didn't seem to love him very much, the third prince didn't doubt Zhuang Shanrong's intentions, because judging from Zhuang Shanrong's letters and heartbeats, it shows that Zhuang Shanrong's death is because he doesn't know how to express himself, but the whole person is infatuated with him to a certain extent The realm of madness.

So while the third prince liked Zhuang Shanrong's unenthusiastic smile, he was proud that Zhuang Shanrong was so dazed by him.

It’s just that warmth and happiness are limited. No matter how perfect Zhuang Shanrong does, the third prince is still a dog. Even the basic expressive ability in life requires a lot of effort to express. Thinking of this reality, the third prince is a dog. I'm almost depressed, and my tail is often drooping.

Although the system wants to torture the third prince, the annoying ghost who killed him for no reason, what he wants to see is that the third prince regrets meeting it, hates meeting it, and even later regrets the wrong things he did to it, instead of just letting him The third prince is just uncomfortable.

Therefore, the system borrowed money as Wo Linlang to get medicine for the third prince. The effect of the medicine was to enable animals to speak human language.

The potion was tasteless and fragrance-free, and the system was mixed with the water that the third prince usually drank, and fed to the third prince silently.

Guessing that the medicine must be working, the system pretended to be considerate of the Third Prince and said, "His Royal Highness can only express things with a pen, and it's not fast enough. It's better to be able to communicate with me by making a sound. "

The third prince gave the system a rare look.

Nonsense, if he doesn't know, he also secretly contacted him in private, but this throat just couldn't express clearly, and it made him mad.

"Your current body...it is indeed difficult to make a human voice, but the voice is not limited to one sound, and it can still be exercised. Can you practice with me?"

The concubine who has never been married takes care of him carefully every day, and accepts his instructions every day in embarrassment to go out and contact witches to find a way to cure him. If there is no credit, it is hard work. The rare thing to ask him now is for his own good. ...