Chunyou saw that Ye Wan's head in his arms was crooked, and there was no longer a sound. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info only felt that his eyes seemed to be fascinated by the wind and sand, and he had a sour feeling.

He couldn't remember how long ago he had raised his head to the sky and howled. Hate the injustice of the sky, hate the injustice of fate.

It was a river of blood. It's not as sunny as it is today.

is just holding Ye Juan, who is as light as catkins in his arms, the only thing he wants in his heart at this moment is that as long as Juan'er can live, it will be fine.

As long as Wan'er lives!

It's good to be alive!

Chunyou can't wait to pour all the internal force of his body into the soles of his feet. There was a whirring wind in his ears, and everything in front of him was speeding back behind him.

There were faint tears in the corners of Yinyi's eyes, and she was silently behind Chunyou, even if she tried her best, she naturally couldn't catch up.

It's just that even if there is a faint back, keep it for her to have a direction to chase. So sooner or later she would catch up with him and stand at his side.

It's like a shadow. As always, it's good that way.

Yin Yi had almost never seen such an out-of-control Chunyou, and his eyes were bloodshot with Ye Juan in his arms and he was speeding in the direction of the capital. It was as if he couldn't hear his cries.

Chunyou gently put Ye Juan on the bed, and uncomfortably reached out to try Ye Juan's nose, seeing a faint but warm snort, the heart that was originally mentioned calmed down a little.

After calming down, I realized that my clothes were already soaked with sweat, and sweat slid down my cheeks on my smooth forehead.

Fu'an, who rushed to get the news, knelt on the side of the bed and slapped himself when he saw Ye Wan's face pale and covered in blood lying motionless on the bed.

"It's all because Fu'an is useless and didn't protect Miss."

Fu'an's voice was already hoarse, and he only "whined" and let the tears slide down.

"Miss Fu'an, now is not the time to cry, Miss Ye is soaking wet and still has a fever, you first change Miss Ye into clean clothes, and then check the wound." Uncle Huan has seen the world in the end, and calmly explained.

Fu'an hurriedly wiped his tears with his sleeve and nodded yes.

"Young master, let's go out first." After Uncle Huan shouted several times, Chun You reacted.

There is a difference between men and women, and I actually forgot about it at this time. He just recited the Buddha's name and walked out.

When Fu'an undressed Ye Juan, because the blood had coagulated into a scab, Fu'an was already very careful not to touch Ye Juan's wound, but every time he tore off his blood-stained underwear, the unconscious Ye Juan frowned tightly and let out a muffled snort.

Fu'an looked at Ye Wan's snow-white jade body covered with whip marks, and the flesh and blood rolled out long marks.

It took a lot of effort for Fu'an to take off all of Ye Juan's bloody underwear, and after taking hot water and carefully wiping Ye Juan's body, he slowly applied the gold sore medicine left by Chunyou to Ye Juan's wound.

Perhaps because of the medicinal power, the wound that was drugged had a slight numbness feeling, and even in a coma, Ye Juan twisted his body to relieve the pain and itching.

Fu'an's tears never stopped, and he just wanted to suffer these hardships for Ye Juan.

Fu'an patiently medicated Ye Juan's wounds, and made sure that there was no omission, so he carefully bandaged all the wounds. only to find that fine beads of sweat had oozed from Ye Juan's forehead.

"Master, master......" Ye Juan seemed to have fallen into the infernal hell and suffered from the burning fire, he couldn't break free, and could only shout for help. As if shouting, it seems that the pain will be lessened.

When Fu'an took the bloody clothes out, he said to Chunyou: "Master Chunyou, Miss has been calling you in her sleep, you can go in and accompany her." ”

Chunyou looked at the bloody clothes in Fu'an's hand, and crumbled the rosary in his hand.

Chunyou sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to pull the sweaty hair on Ye Wan's forehead behind his ears, and his originally pale face was apple-red because of fever.

The originally thin cheeks were slapped vigorously, and the swelling has not subsided now, and they are bulging like buns.

Chunyou actually tugged at the corners of his mouth for no reason, when she could move in the past, she always looked cold to others, but she would occasionally be coquettish to herself.

Chunyou folded his hands and recited the phrase "Amitabha". Thank you to the Buddha for hearing his prayer and returning the child.

When Fu'an wanted to go in to serve, he was stopped by Uncle Huan who was guarding the door.

"Let the young master guard Miss Ye."

Fu'an looked inside the room, then nodded again. Presumably, the young lady is also willing to keep Master Chunyou by her side.

From time to time, he changed the silk handkerchief on his forehead for Ye Wan to cool down.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

The fire on the horizon burned red like fire, and clusters were piled up in the sky. The air is filled with the scent of spring. It is the grass, the flowers, the smell of life.

The night gradually began to fall, and Chunyou stayed by the bedside for the whole afternoon without moving.

Ye Juan was still unconscious, only occasionally screaming in pain, grabbing his palms, and talking nonsense. In addition to the mother, the nonsense is Chunyou.

"Master, master......" Ye Juan dreamed that Chunyou stabbed Chunyou into his abdomen with a sharp sword that could blow off hair, and opened his eyes in shock.

The familiar scent of sandalwood, the familiar curtains, the familiar everything. Finally waited for the master.

"Juan'er, how are you feeling? Are you hungry? Chun asked gently, with a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

Ye Juan originally wanted to smile so that Chunyou could rest assured, but he pulled the wound and sighed in pain.

"Master, I'm fine. It's all because of Juan'er's carelessness, which makes the master worry about me. Ye Wan was a little guilty and didn't dare to look at his eyes.

"It's okay." When Chunyou saw Ye Juan wake up, the big stone in his heart finally let go.

"Master, how did you find me? It took a lot of effort. Ye Juan asked.

Chunyou recalled what happened before, and asked Fu'an, who was guarding the door, to bring in the boiled bird's nest porridge.

Fu An stood beside the bed, originally thinking that Chunyou, after all, it was a man who fed people, and he had never done this kind of thing, so he still had to come by himself.

I didn't want to put a soft pillow behind Ye Juan's back and lay down. took the bowl again, scooped a spoonful, put it on the side of his mouth and gently blew it down, and then sent it to Ye Juan's mouth.

Ye Juan had never seen such a warm Chunyou, she only had a shy face, and ate it in small bites, only to feel that the bird's nest porridge that she had eaten tastelessly before now tasted with a hint of sweetness.

"Master, you should also go and rest." After eating the porridge, Ye Juan looked at the black green under Chunyou's eyes and persuaded him.

"Master is not tired, you have a good rest. The master is here to guard you. "Chunyou tightened the horns.

Ye Juan didn't insist, with full of joy, he closed his eyes and felt a sense of security that he had never felt before.

"Master, send me back to Ye Mansion early tomorrow morning, Fu'an won't be delayed for long." Ye Juan made a suggestion.

Chun You hummed, and turned the Buddha beads in his hand to himself.

In the quiet of the night, only two shallow breaths remained.

Ye Juan secretly opened one eye, and the silhouette under the shadow of the lamp was extraordinarily beautiful.

It turns out that the feeling of being taken to heart is so sweet.