Cai Sang stretched out her hand and made a gesture to hit Yang Locker, who hurriedly begged, "Don't, if the medicine is spilled, it will have to be boiled again for an hour!"

Murong Zhining knitted her moth brows tightly as Cai Sang spooned the medicinal juice to her mouth, and then used a bamboo stick to tie a honeyed fruit, handing it to her mouth, "This is more or less the same. Not that I'm talking about you, you've been spoiled by the general and have become more and more ...