Your Highness, your general has also been reborn

Qigong drove the carriage out of the palace gate and headed all the way to the Zhenbeihou Mansion.

When they arrived at Zhenbeihou's Mansion, Leng Manxiu got out of the carriage, and instead of letting Qigong follow, he asked him to wait outside.

Although Qi Gong was not at ease, he also knew that Leng Manxiu was undoubtedly safe in the Zhenbeihou Mansion.

Leng Manxiu entered the Zhenbeihou's mansion, and instead of asking his servants to lead the way, he asked Lu Yuanxi if he was in the mansion.

Knowing that Lu Yuanxi had just returned home not long ago and was injured, Leng Manxiu directly touched Lu Yuanxi's Yazhuxuan with ease.

When Leng Manxiu arrived, Lu Yuanxi was clutching his back, moaning and moaning boredly on the bed.

"Now I know it hurts, if I knew it earlier, why bother?"

As soon as Lu Yuanxi heard Leng Manxiu's voice, he turned his head and looked at Leng Manxiu.

"indifferent?"

Lu Yuanxi's eyes widened slightly, he glanced at the sky outside through the wooden window, a little surprised.

"At this time, didn't you just finish class in the study room? Why did you come to Zhenbeihou's mansion so quickly? Could it be that you also skipped class?"

Leng Manxiu walked to the bed and sat down on the round stool beside the bed.

"I never skip class." After Leng Manxiu finished speaking, he glanced sideways at the bowl of black medicine on the small case, and looked at Lu Yuanxi: "Have you taken the medicine yet?"

Lu Yuanxi pouted, with the word "Reject" written all over his face.

"I'm traumatized, so I don't need to drink the bitter medicine at all, just apply some ointment, but the old man made a big fuss and insisted that I drink the medicine."

Lu Yuanxi said, turning his head: "By the way, since you are here, you just poured the medicine for me, so that I won't have to get up again."

"..."

Leng Manxiu didn't answer him, nor helped him pour it out. Instead, he looked around the room, and finally his eyes fell on the oranges on the round table not far away.

He stood up, walked to the round table under Lu Yuanxi's suspicious eyes, picked up an orange, and went back to do it again.

With one free hand, he picked up the medicine bowl and handed it to Lu Yuanxi.

"Finish."

"..." Lu Yuanxi looked at the soup and medicine that Leng Manxiu brought to him, and raised his eyebrows: "Leng Mo, you can't be specially invited by the old man to supervise me to take the medicine, right?"

"Probably not."

Leng Manxiu accepted his words without distraction, and handed the medicine bowl to his hand.

Lu Yuanxi took the medicine and watched Leng Manxiu start peeling the oranges.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, and before drinking the soup, he still did not forget to tease Leng Manxiu: "Leng Mo, is your East Palace short of oranges? Do you want me to give you a carriage?"

Leng Manxiu paused while peeling the orange, nodded: "Okay, I'll take it away later."

"Cough cough! Cough..."

Before he could swallow the last sip of medicine, he heard Leng Manxiu's words, which made Lu Yuanxi choke on his throat, coughing until tears came out.

Leng Manxiu stretched out his hand and patted Lu Yuanxi's back, deliberately avoiding his wound.

"Just say I want you a load of oranges, and you cough like this?" Leng Manxiu raised his eyebrows.

"Where is it?" Lu Yuanxi coughed twice, and said stiffly, "It's because the medicine is too bitter."

Leng Manxiu handed the peeled orange to Lu Yuanxi. Lu Yuanxi looked at the orange stretched out in front of him and asked, "What are you doing? Show me?"

"It's for you to eat."

Lu Yuanxi was a little unconvinced: "Give it to me? Your Highness, the prince who eats by himself and has to be peeled by others, actually peels oranges for me by himself?"

"You don't think it's bitter?"