Warlord's darling: medical concubine against the sky

"Cough! Self-study is true. If you become a talent, let's say another thing." Luo Yunran's back was wet with sweat.

The original owner has always been a real straw bag. He actually praised himself as "self-taught". It's terrible!

With a low smile, dongjinlin picked up the small bowl and sent it to his lips.

"My Lord!" the new wind was in a hurry!

Dongjinlin was calm without any disturbed reaction. He calmly drank the bowl of medicine Luo Yunran had just poured him.

A moment later, the small bowl was put down and had bottomed out.

Luo Yunran didn't know what to say for a while. In fact, although she poured it for dongjinlin, she didn't expect him to drink it.

"It doesn't seem that it's hard to drink. It's not bitter," said Dong Jinlin.

Luo Yunran coughed softly, "well, it's not bitter."

The taste is similar to that of Radix Isatidis. It's really not hard to drink. It's estimated that many children will like it because there's a trace of sweetness.

"Where's the prescription? When will you finish it?" dongjinlin took Fang's clean handkerchief and gently wiped the medicine stains on his lips.

"... shall I go back and write now?" Luo Yunran asked tentatively.

Uncontrollable excitement in my heart!

This prescription can get twice the result with half the effort and help her earn a lot of contribution value, right?

Dongjinlin put down his handkerchief and raised his chin, "write here, ready-made pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

There is a small study next to the dining room. It seems that dongjinlin is busy while eating on weekdays.

But isn't he just an idle prince?

God of war who can't go to the battlefield, how can he be so busy?

This thought just slipped away in Luo Yunran's heart and hid in the corner silently. Of course, she couldn't ask.

Luo Yunran rubbed the drug stains on her hands, walked neatly to the book case, grabbed the brush and wanted to write the prescription.

But at the moment when the tip of the pen was about to touch the paper, it stopped.

Dongjinlin walked to the desk with her negative hand. Seeing her stop, her purple eyes moved slightly. Immediately, her thin lips as thin as willow leaves bent an arc, "there's no ink, it doesn't hurt. I'll study it for you."

So lift up the sleeves, pour water and grind.

Obviously, he is a person to be served, but he doesn't feel unaccustomed or uncomfortable when doing these things.

And even if he was grinding, it was a pleasing scene.

The new wind looked at it silently and felt a little unhappy.

Knowing that it is the eye liner on the other side of the prince's eye, will Wang treat her face too much?

"You can start to write." dongjinlin studied for a while and lifted a faint eye. The narrow end of his eyes showed a cool charm.

Luo Yunran's hand holding the brush suddenly stiffened.

Just now she was only thinking about contributing value, and she forgot one key, that is, her current handwriting.

She doesn't know what the original owner's writing looks like. She doesn't even have an object to imitate. If this hand comes out, it will be very different from the original owner's

"My handwriting is ugly! Why don't I say you write!" Luo Yunran said involuntarily and quickly stuffed the brush into dongjinlin's hand.

The moment the brush came over, her hot fingertips crossed his palm, leaving a string of invisible marks.

Dongjinlin gathered his long eyelashes and followed suit to take the place of Luo Yunran after the book case, "well, you say I write."

Luo Yunran breathed out, felt much more relaxed, and then reported a list of medicinal materials and the required dose.

Dongjinlin holds a wolf's hair in his hand.

Luo Yunran looked around and found that his words were natural and elegant, flowing, but they were more elegant than strength.