Vol 3 Chapter 2092:

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Slimming looked up at the warm-sitting sister in front of her eyes and said, "Really? Are you really lie to me?"
Xing Fang said: "Of course, Wang Hao is a doctor. She said that if she can be cured, she will be cured. I have not seen a patient who is not good for Wang Haozhi!"
Slimming: "Wang Hao? Who is Wang Hao?" She then realized that her place was not unusual, and asked: "Where is this place? Wangfu?"
Xing Fang shook his head: "This is the palace, the apse of the government, the residence of the emperor."
Slimming heart, she did not expect that this is actually the palace, and where she is, is the residence of the emperor, then, who is the man who saved him here? The emperor?
"He - the person who brought me and my grandmother here, is it the emperor?" asked the fiber.
Xing Fang shook his head and said: "No, he is the Royal Highness of the King of Jing, the Emperor is poisoned, and he is unconscious."
Slim and difficult to digest these amazing information, the emperor, Wang Ye, Wang Hao, Wang Hao? So, the beautiful sister who saved her grandmother is Wang Hao? His wife?
"Why are you talking about Wang Hao, is Jing Wang?" asked the fiber.
Xing Fang nodded: "Of course, Jing Wangxi is a small doctor. Her medical skills are so wonderful, your grandmother will be fine."
Slim and stubbornly pulled out a smile, she turned out to be his wife.
At this time, Xing Fang saw the slender left hand wrapped in cloth, and the cloth had already been stained with blood.
"Are you injured?" Xing Fang went to grab the hand of the fiber.
Slim and frowning, Ren Xingfang removed the strips tied to her hand, and the dried flesh and blood were tied together with the cloth strips. When the tears were torn, the fibers were so cold and sweaty.
Xing Fang did not dare to move again, and hurriedly took her into the hall, pressed her hand into a basin of clean hot water, and softened the strips and wounds with the heat of hot water.
Slim and staring at this scene, her grandmother was placed on a platform, the knife on the chest was gone, the wound was being stitched by the needle thread, and the Wang Hao was wearing a white one. Masks, fingers dexterously threaded on the grandmother's body, and the king of Jing Wang, standing next to her, from time to time gently with a cloth towel to wipe the sweat from Wang Hao's corner, the movement is very skilled, apparently done countless times.
Xing Fang cleaned up the wound for the fiber and gave her the best medicine. After the dressing, she couldn’t help but swear: "Was the so hearty? You tell my sister, my sister is for you." It’s a season of flowers, so soft, but it’s been cut off by people’s fingers. How much more people are this? How much is she hurting?
Slimming his head, whispered: "Those people are dead, thank you sister."
Xing Fang then went out of the hall and smiled. "These shouldn't have been seen by you, but since you saw it, you have to promise your sister, you can't say it."
Slim nod: "Sister is relieved, I will not say it."
Seen from the doorway that was gradually closed, Jing Wang and Wang Hao, really match, like a natural pair.
Slim fiber asked Xing Fang: "Jing Wang and Wang Hao, must be in love!"
Xing Fang smiled and said, "Of course, they are the most romantic couple I have ever seen. Wang Ye loves his wife as a life. The women in this world are all added up, not as good as Wang Hao."
The women in the world, all add up, not as good as Wang Hao, it seems that he really loves her! !