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Ye Yanran held her arms and kept trying to retreat, her whole heart beating violently, as if it was about to explode.

Huang Fuchen held his sword, a pair of leather boots fell in front of Ye Yanran, slowly bent over, pinched Ye Yanran's chin with one palm, and was forced to lift it, staring at the woman's red and swollen lips with deep eyes, and his voice was cold to the bone, "Ben Shuai said, this point can only be tasted by me, Ye Yanran!" Why is it so water-based! ”

The man's fingers rubbed the woman's lips and rubbed them hard, pinching out a blood red.

Ye Yanran gasped and hissed, her eyes flashed with tears, and her heart trembled at the tip of the Emperor's frightened eyes.

The man's cold and piercing voice fell in his ears,

"Ye Yanran! You have a temper, Ben Shuai lets you! After three days, Ben Shuai promised you! I'm afraid that you will be lonely, enjoy the plums, watch the play, this handsome will accompany you, you will be pampered and proud!! Are you really the emperor of me and let you play with it? ”

Ye Yanran's tears overflowed the corners of her eyes and slowly slipped down, she looked at the man in front of her, her cold sword eyebrows, and she was deeply angry.

Ye Yanran lowered her eyes, blurred her gaze, and was silent.

"Get up!!" Huang Fuchen let out a loud shout, and his arm pulled up the arm of the woman on the ground.

Ye Yanran got up from the ground, Huang Fuchen dragged the woman's arm with one arm, held the saber in one palm, his lips were pale, and he limped towards the horse.

"Young marshal, do you want to take the car? This gunshot wound bullet has not been taken, I am afraid it will hurt the muscles and bones! Adjutant Chen stepped forward and spoke worriedly.

Huang Fuchen shot at Adjutant Chen with a cold eye, "Don't listen to the orders of your superiors, make your own opinions!" Adjutant Chen, the Twenty Army Stick Military Ring Center has gone to get it! ”

When Adjutant Chen heard this, he didn't hesitate too much, and hurriedly gave a military salute, "Yes!" Young marshal! ”

Ye Yanran raised her eyes in an instant, looked at Adjutant Chen, and suddenly understood, "Slow!" ”

Huang Fuchen turned his head, his thin lips cold and angry.

"Young Marshal, that's none of Adjutant Chen's business, the situation was critical at that time, Adjutant Chen handed me over to Ah Zhuo to save you, he had nothing to do with him, and he shouldn't be punished!"

Ye Yanran's voice gradually became softer, she looked at Huang Fuchen's approaching face, and a pair of eyes stared at her coldly.

"Are you still worthy to intercede for him?" Huang Fuchen's face was gray, and it fell on the woman's lips, and he was extremely angry.

"Adjutant Chen!" Huang Fuchen fell in a deep voice.

Adjutant Chen stepped forward with a solemn expression, "Young marshal. ”

"Get ten more military sticks, it's not good to protect people!" Huang Fuchen's voice was gloomy, and his gaze was directed at Ye Yanran.

Adjutant Chen took a deep breath, "Yes!" Young marshal! ”

Ye Yanran's eyes widened, looking at Adjutant Chen, her eyes were full of guilt, but she couldn't speak.

"See? This is the person who is involved because of you! If you don't want to involve others, you have to know your own duty! Huang Fuchen's words fell on the side of Ye Yanran's ears, his steps were heavy, he was holding his sword, enduring the pain, and walked towards the horse step by step.

Huang Fuchen got on the horse, looked at Ye Yanran condescendingly, and said in a cold voice, "Get on the horse!" ”

Ye Yanran raised her eyes to look at the man on the tall horse, and was surprised for a moment, "Young marshal, I... ”

Huang Fuchen's gaze fell back to the front, leaving a cold side face, and his voice was cold, "Climb up yourself!" Sit back! ”

Ye Yanran listened, her eyes fell behind Huang Fuchen, seeing the man's arrogant and angry face, she took a deep breath, stepped on the horse's pedal with a pair of small hands, rubbed against the man's leg, and saw the man's injured left leg, her heart sank.

Ye Yanran sat behind Huang Fuchen, at a loss, not knowing where to put her hand.

Huang Fuchen glanced at the woman behind the horse, snorted coldly, and toasted without eating and drinking!

The sound of horses' hooves "clicked" out of the temple, and as soon as the horses ran up the street, the sword in Huang Fuchen's hand swung fiercely at the horse's hips, and the horse suddenly roared and galloped quickly.

Ye Yanran was startled, her arms hugged the man's waist by inertia, and her cheeks instantly turned red.

Huang Fuchen glanced behind him, his thin lips pursed, and his anger did not subside.

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In the young marshal's mansion, in the wing room, the maid rose brought a fire, and the charcoal was sizzling.

Huang Fuchen sat on the double armchair, a red candle lantern lit on his side, and the light was a little brighter in the daytime.

The man's gaze fell coldly on one side, Ye Yanran lowered her eyes, standing cramped and uneasy, Rose saw that the atmosphere was not right, and quickly retreated.

"Isn't it a doctor? Come and take out the bullets! Huang Fuchen fell coldly, and his eyes shot coldly at Ye Yanran.

Behind her, Rose exits the room, and the sound of the door closing falls down.

Ye Yanran hesitated for a moment, stepped forward, opened the medicine box on the table, and checked, "I don't have any anesthetics here." ”

"The bullet is not deep, take it directly!" Huang Fuchen's lips were already pale, but his face was as cold as a piece of ice.

Ye Yanran listened, was surprised, and thought to herself, I remember that my eldest brother said that Huang Fuchen had been hit by an arrow in the back, and they were all taken directly, probably because he didn't want to use anesthetics, for fear that it would hurt his brain, so he thought about it, but he didn't ask again.

Ye Yanran stepped forward with the medical kit, her eyes flickered, she looked at the man leaning on the sandalwood chair, and her voice was faint, "Young marshal, do you want to lie on the bed and help you get the bullet?" ”

"Right here!" Huang Fuchen stared at the woman in front of him with a gloomy gaze, and the picture he saw in the temple was still hovering in his mind, lingering for a long time.

Ye Yanran raised her eyes and shivered at the man's cold eyes.

Ye Yanran squatted down, lay between the man's legs, opened the medicine box, and took out a pair of scissors.

The slender jade hand lifted the man's ice-blue robe, the strip of cloth that had been bandaged earlier had been dyed red, Ye Yanran picked up scissors and cut open the pants, one of which was stained with wet blood.

Ye Yanran's heartstrings were tense, she could feel how cold the two gazes above her head were, and she couldn't wait to devour herself.

The sound of scissors cutting through the cloth was clear to the ears, until the whole pair of trousers was cut, leaving a pair of white pants, and Ye Yanran dropped the scissors.

Ye Yanran's eyes suddenly focused on the root of the man's legs, the man's leg hair was a little long, the gunshot wound was shockingly exposed with red flesh, blood stained the wound around the wound, and the protruding wound, Ye Yanran looked down and checked it, sure enough, the position of the shot was not deep, the bullet was offset, and the bullet in the flesh could be seen.

Ye Yanran took out an alcohol lamp, lit the blue flame, put on white gloves, took out medical tweezers and knives, and began to disinfect...

From beginning to end, Huang Fuchen stared at the woman in front of him coldly, staring at the swollen lips, staring at the slightly puffy cheeks, and the slap was really not light.

A moment later ...

"Knock~~!" With a thud, a bullet fell into the white medical dish.

"Young Marshal, are you okay?" Ye Yanran wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked up at the man.

Huang Fuchen leaned on the sandalwood chair, his deep eagle eyes were dyed with anger, beads of sweat were also on his forehead, his thin lips were pursed coldly, and he looked at the woman in front of him with a ready gaze, like a cheetah holding a prey to be slaughtered.

Ye Yanran lowered her eyes, she really admired this man's perseverance, she didn't snort, even if the bullet was not deep, there was no anesthetic, how painful it was.

Ye Yanran took out the medicine, sprinkled it on the man's wound, and began to bandage it.

After a while, Ye Yanran stood up, looked at the bandaged wound on the man's leg, and said in a shallow voice, "Young marshal, the wound has been treated, and I will change the dressing for you in two days." ”

Ye Yanran deliberately avoided the man's gaze, and for the first time there was an unspeakable fear in her heart, her little hands trembled and she packed the medicine box, and she could feel the sound of heavy breathing in the air.

"Come here!" Huang Fuchen opened his mouth quietly, like a magic sound coming from the pool, terrifying.

Ye Yanran held her breath, her little hand trembled and fell, turned around, and slowly walked to the man, one step away.

"But what do you have to say to Ben Shuai?" Huang Fuchen's body moved forward slightly, and his fingers lifted the woman's chin.

Ye Yanran raised her eyes, and her clear phoenix eyes crashed into the man's inky eyes, and she stopped talking.

"Give you a chance, don't you say?"

Ye Yanran rubbed her small hands vigorously, held her breath, and said clearly, "Young marshal, Ah Zhuo was hit by a gunshot wound, can you quickly send a doctor to remove the bullet for him?" ”

"That's what you're going to say to Ben Shuai?" A layer of turbulent waves set off under Huang Fuchen's eyes, dark as obscure.

Ye Yanran saw that the man seemed to be angry, thinking about it, Ah Zhuo was locked in the dungeon, and hurriedly spoke, "Young marshal, please let Ah Zhuo go!" It's my fault, and I'll see him back down later, so I beg you to get a doctor for him. ”

"Please?" Huang Fuchen withdrew his palm, took a cup of cold tea on the side, and his eyes were full of anger.

Ye Yanran landed on the teacup in the man's palm, and hurriedly spoke, "Young marshal, the tea is cold, don't drink it, I'll ask Rose to bring you a cup of hot tea!" ”

When the words fell, Ye Yanran stretched out her hand and was about to pick up the tea in Huang Fuchen's palm.

"Get out of here!!" Huang Fuchen roared angrily, and the teacup in his palm fell to the ground.

A fragmented voice fell in the room, and Huang Fuchen's sword eyebrows were deeply locked with anger, "Ye Yanran! How are you going to beg me! ”

“。。。” Ye Yanran was silent for an instant, looking directly into Huang Fuchen's eyes, her heart was beating fast, she didn't know what was wrong with this, she obviously said that she would retreat.

Huang Fuchen stood up with the saber on his side, hooked the woman's neck with one palm, and wrapped his arms forward, bending over, with a calm face.

"If Ben Shuai doesn't let Ah Zhuo go, let him die in the dungeon, what can you do with me?"

"No, no, no!" Ye Yanran shook her head again and again, and begged anxiously, "Young marshal, he is your younger brother, and the old overseer and grandma will not let you do this!" Please, this matter is my fault alone, it has nothing to do with Ah Zhuo, please let someone heal his gunshot wound and send him back to Qizhou, I just don't see him. ”

Seeing the woman's anxious and pleading appearance, Huang Fuchen filled his chest with anger, and pushed Ye Yanran away, "Trample people!" ”

Huang Fuchen leaned on the sandalwood chair, and his breath surged in his heart, and he couldn't get down, eager to crush the woman in front of him, but he couldn't do anything.

There was a brief silence.

"If you ask for this handsome, you should look like you are begging for someone!" A bloodthirsty sneer appeared on the corner of Huang Fuchen's lips, and the knots of his stretched hands buckled the sandalwood table beside him.

“。。。” Ye Yanran was silent, raised her eyes, and looked at the man's sneer, and the coolness on her back rushed up.

"Take your clothes off!" Huang Fuchen's voice fell coldly, without a trace of warmth.

Ye Yanran raised her eyes, and her face turned pale all of a sudden.

"Isn't it asking for Ben Shuai? For your Azhuo? Huang Fuchen spit out these words, his heart felt as if he had been cut by a knife, and his eyes were cold to the bone.

"If I take it off, will you let him go?" Ye Yanran's voice almost trembled.

"If you don't take it off, this Huangfu Zhuo's gunshot wound will be put aside first." Huang Fuchen's sword eyebrows were covered with a gloomy look.

"Good! I'm off! Ye Yanran did not hesitate to speak.

A pair of small hands took off the coat on his body, and then unbuttoned the cardigan inside, one by one, from top to bottom, the cardigan fell to the ground.

Ye Yanran's eyes paused slightly, and there was only a corduroy dress left in it, and her eyes looked at Huang Fuchen.

"Take it off! Stunned to do something! Naked! Huang Fuchen said in a cold tone, staring sharply at the woman's small hand.

Ye Yanran hesitated for a moment, her little hands covered the dress, and the buttons were peeled off one by one, and the looming Bai Xi's skin on her chest.

Ye Yanran took a deep breath, peeled off her dress, peeled it off from top to bottom, her smooth skin was wearing a new-style murderous clothes, with white pants attached, her head hung down, and her arms were swapped.

"Ben Shuai made you strip naked!!" The saber in Huang Fuchen's palm slammed heavily on the ground three times in a row.

Ye Yanran was trembling by such an angry voice, her little hands trembled and covered with white murderous clothes, pulling the belt...

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