Chapter 222: She hurts

Nan Yan only felt that her heartbeat stopped at this moment.
She opened her eyes wide and looked at the iron face above her head, and the marks of gritted teeth were so distinct on her face.
However, his chest is so warm.
Wait, why would he—hold himself?
She completely lost her reaction, just so stupidly nestled in Zhu Feng's arms. The small body has almost no weight, Zhu Feng strode to the bed and put her back again.
Nan Yan still looked at him stupidly. After watching him let go of himself, he squatted down again and reached out and grabbed his foot.
"what--!"
She whispered subconsciously, and was about to retract in a hurry, but Zhu Feng used a little strength on her hand and pinched her foot and said, "Don't move!"
Nan Yan didn't dare to move immediately, but the snow-white small feet couldn't stop twitching slightly in his palm.
Because she hurts.
It wasn't until this time that she suddenly felt it hurt.
But Zhu Feng raised her foot to take a look, and then gritted her teeth again.
Nan Yan jumped out of the bed and rushed out of the tent because of his anxiety. He didn't even wear any shoes, and ran here barefoot. The soles of his feet had already been pierced by sharp stones and the flying sawdust.
The blood stained Zhu Feng's palm.
No wonder just now, when she was walking, she saw blood-red footprints on the ground.
Zhu Feng raised his head and looked at Nan Yan, who was biting his lower lip in pain, and said in a deep voice, "Do you want to die?"
"..."
I don't know if it was because of the pain, Nan Yan had a tear in his eyes, but he dared not shed it.
She only bit her lower lip hard, biting her lips white.
At this moment, there was a loud noise outside, as if someone was saying something loudly at the door. Nan Yan frowned, as if he heard Li Bu's voice.
At this moment, the tent was lifted.
"Nanyan!"
Li Bu hurt the little figure and rushed in.
Zhu Feng suddenly let go of Nan Yan's feet with a thunder and thunder, stood up and walked aside, but Li Bushang had already rushed to Nan Yan, and said anxiously: "How are you? You are injured. ?!"
Nan Yan was surprised and a little embarrassed. Seeing Zhu Feng's increasingly unsightly expression, she could only say, "Why did you break in?"
Immediately afterwards, Ye Yin also walked in with a few soldiers, Zhu Feng said with a calm face: "What are you doing? Why did you let him in?"
Ye Xun looked at the expressions of everyone in it, and murmured inwardly. He could only repeatedly say, "The emperor, forgive me! This kid, he rushed in at once, and everyone didn't watch out—"
"okay!"
Zhu Feng seemed to be too lazy to bother about it. He just saw Li Bushang kneeling beside Nan Yan, anxious and concerned asking her whether it hurts or not, and there was a faint anger in his heart, he said solemnly: "Lang Yu Come here, bring medicine!"
"Yes."
The imperial doctor soon came with the medicine box. He originally asked him to go to the emperor’s camp. He thought it was the emperor who was injured again and was so scared that he was so scared that when he came, he found so many people, just surrounded by a Shangbao female officer. .
This situation made him a little confused.
However, under Zhu Feng's gaze with almost flames in his eyes, he immediately cleaned Nan Yan's wound, applied medicine, and then bandaged it.
He also ordered: "These days, don't walk around on the ground."
Nan Yan was originally pale with pain, but because everyone was staring at her feet, her ears were red with shame, and she nodded softly.
When the imperial doctor quit, she looked up at Zhu Feng's ugly face, and whispered, "Slave, leave."